Once upon a time, I was having a chat with @sponsormusings about how we used to play this game (usually called Assassins, but we just called it the murder game) in our college dorm, and how I surprised I was that no one had ever tried to turn the concept into a fic. That was…a year ago. Maybe more. But ever so slowly, I have added bits and pieces to this little bit of college AU fluff and it has gradually ballooned to more than 4800 words.
Thanks to @dealanexmachina for being a great sister/beta/sounding board, as always.
I meant to post this in time for Halloween, but life got in the way. Rather than wait another year, I figured I would share it now. Hope you all like it :)
Peeta stared at the poorly cut-out construction paper grave stone that adorned the bulletin board in the Heavensbee House common room. Slips of paper were - more or less - neatly arranged in rows, bearing the name and time of death of each of his fallen comrades. Leaning in closer, Peeta examined the list carefully to see who had been killed off since the the last time he had checked.
Three deaths in the past 24 hours. Shit was getting real.
The rules seemed simple enough: once you got a post-it with the name of your victim, you had a week to “kill” them by tagging them with the sticker. Your victim’s target would become your next one, and the clock reset every time you got a new name. Last one left was the winner. Safe zones included your own room (of course), the study room, the bathroom, and - with one notable exception - the dining hall. You couldn’t be killed if you were in class, either. The only other way to stay safe was by attaching yourself to a fellow housemate, regardless if they were dead, alive, or simply not playing.
Other than that, anything and everything was on the table. And, based on how things had panned out over the past six days, it didn’t seem as though anybody was holding back. In fact, what had been pitched to the group as a house bonding activity had taken a remarkably cutthroat turn in a startlingly short period of time.
It was, in a manner of speaking, a bloodbath.
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