Pokemon Hunger Games

Chapter 21 - Lost

Day 7 - 6 Tributes Remain

Kat's Point of View:

I will never know how I manage to get any shut-eye in this arena. All the trauma that I've endured, all the doubts and wonders of 'what if this' and 'what if that' and so on. It's hurting my brain, knowing that I'm very likely to die soon. How could I possibly be any more terrified right now?

Waking up, the humid air of the morning after last night's relentless storm felt very unwelcoming. A bead of sweat dripped from my forehead down to my snout. It reminded me how the entire forest was lit on fire by a giant, flying, orange, flame-throwing lizard. I doubt I'll ever get over the horrific events that have transpired in this arena.

Puddles of water were randomly positioned in the damp, muddy terrain around us. The sun shone like a blinding light after a day of dark enclosure, the ball of fire returns to watch us.

I feel Blue's head leaning against my shoulder, as he sits in a similar position as me, against the large tree we slept against. His hand was resting on my leg. It has dried blood splattered on it. He must have itched his wound.

I shake all the thoughts from my mind and think nothing of it from then on. The guilt from the previous nights still paralyzes my mind.

"Good morning, Blueberry." I whisper into his ear. There's no reply, so I assume he's still asleep. I tap the back of his head while saying "morning," a little louder. Still no response, or sudden movement. I don't wanna scare him awake, but I also kind of need him to be awake. We're out in the open on a sunny day, so we best get moving.

I started to realize that Blue's body heat was starting to rise. No thanks to me, a fire type. In a desperate attempt to wake him up, I got up, gently leaning Blue's head back against the tree instead of my shoulder, smeared some mud onto my paw, and rubbed it on his cheek. It feels wrong to do, but there really are no wrongs in this world, anymore.

Blue twitches at my touch, and I can hear slight whimpers coming from him.

"Hey, Blueberry. Wake up. We're going to find your sister." I whisper loud enough for him to hear, but quiet at the same time.

"..huh?" Blue says, still half asleep. I begin to rise to my feet, helping Blue up as well. He staggers a bit on his bad leg, and falls into my arms. I almost fall from the sudden weight, but catch both him and my balance. "K-Kat..?"

"Can you walk at all?" I ask.

"No."

"Alright.' I say, gathering up all my remaining strength and courage to huddle his arm around my shoulder, and allow him to put his weight on me. He holds on tightly, and hobbles on one leg for a second. "I'll try my best."

Claudius' Point of View:

Whisk's death destroyed everyone mentally, and almost physically. Not only did she save my life, but she was the only other ally we had, and now she is gone for good. Nothing that came to her was deserved, especially death. What an interesting character she was. It is so disheartening that just like that, those idiotic careers got exactly what they wanted. I couldn't say goodbye, thank you, or anything at all.

The worst part is that I can't keep doing what I've been doing forever. For almost three days now, we've sat here, doing nothing but delay the inevitable. Karma has already destroyed the arena, Sunny and her little runt of a brother have already ruined everyone's lives, and now, it is just the six of us.

Sure, I am relieved I'm still alive, albeit surprised, too. My plans worked out, for the most part. Only thing left on the bucket list to get Ivory the hell out of here. I'm grateful for all this convenience and luck that has gone my way. There were chances that things simply could have not worked the way I wanted, or I could have just died at any given moment. It is an absolute blessing that I can still gasp all the oxygen I need.