the king is dead, all hail the new king ✘ death ✘ os
For months, the Games have been playing on every single television screen in Panem. The Capitol constantly reminded the Districts of their omnipotent power and their abilities to take away what the rebels held dearly. Children, snatched from their homes and forced to fight to the death. It was sick and cruel. At least Jared had the heart to spare young innocent lives, even if he did order the massacre of their parents, leaving dozens boys and girls as orphans.
Speaking of our troublesome royal who was finally disposed of in the Arena, Jared’s legacy didn’t end as a Tribute, but as a father.
9 months later...
Anastasia screamed in pain as she was rushed to the emergency room. “Careful with me, you peasant!” She scolded the nurse who bumped her wheelchair into the corner of a wall. “I’m heiress to the most prestigious plutonium cartel here in District Five, and if you do anything to me and my unborn child, I’ll have you dead!” she threatened him. The baby was of utmost importance to her, for it was a product of her love with the deceased monarch.
After hours of labour, an infant was finally brought into the world. Cries filled the room, and Anastasia smiled weakly. A boy... with the same icy blue eyes as his father was presented to her, wrapped in a cashmere blanket.
A doctor came in with a clipboard in his hand. “You gave birth to a beautiful young boy, Ms. Sky. What would you like to name your son?” he asked.
The blonde stared at her child lovingly before turning to the doctor. “Jasper,” she responded. Anastasia hugged the child in her arms and grinned. “Jasper Luminel.”
The atmosphere in the room became tense. Both the doctor and nurses were confused. That last name was taboo in District Five, for it belonged to a notorious family. Nonetheless, the birth certificate as well as all other legal documents and papers were created.
A few days later, men wearing black suits barged into the hospital room. With them was a woman in a regal red dress. “Careful not to harm my grandson,” she advised her lackeys with a smirk.
Anastasia’s eyes widened and she protectively hugged her child. She recognized her. Elizabeth Luminel, who was sent to exile about a year ago. She wanted her and Jared to get married, strengthen their hold to a throne and increase their family’s wealth. The woman still managed to obtain power, and for that, Anastasia respected her. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having Queen Elizabeth III in my presence?”
“You’re holding the future king of District One and Five in your arms. We have work to do, Anastasia. Come.” Without even having the time to ask a single question, the men accompanying Elizabeth wheeled Anastasia and her son out of the room. Doctors, nurses, and patients didn’t even dare wonder where they were going. All the knew was that these people had authority.
They exited the hospital and boarded what looked like a hovercraft. Anastasia hung on to the hospital bed and her son tightly. “This is basically kidnapping, you know,” she began. “Where are you taking us?”
Elizabeth sighed and sat down as the hovercraft began to ascend. “After my spies informed me about your pregnancy, I came as soon as I knew you have given birth,” she stated. “For the longest time, you had interest in my son. You’re no whore like the other women he’s slept with. You remained loyal to him, that’s why I know that you’re holding my grandson in your arms. But we can always test his blood, should doubts ever pop up.” She stood up paced around, drinking a glass of wine. “District Five is unstable... once the people know that a Luminel is here, there will be trouble. For you, and Jasper. That’s why I’m taking you both to District One. I’ve wed their mayor. I am a queen once again. I will be able to protect you more there.” She explained.
“I had to give her Jared’s last name, Jasper deserves that much. But I’m leaving my own family behind...” Anastasia trailed. Everything was going too fast and it was hard to comprehend. “My father’s business will crumble without its heiress!” She claimed.
Irritated with her hysterical antics, Elizabeth pursed her lips. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m a queen again. I will support your father financially, and in return, he shall reserve a place of power for us in District Five. As a duo-citizen, my grandson can potentially possess two thrones, if you understand me correctly.”
Anastasia was starting to understand. She really admired how cunning her prospective mother in law was. “I see where you’re going with this. I’m sure you’re aware that the mayor’s wife in District Five is pregnant with a baby girl... with my son to be the future mayor of District One... and also having aristocratic claims in District Five... he will be an unrivaled suitor for her. Once he’s married, he would have two thrones. Bravo.” She smirked.
Elizabeth nodded her head. “Yes. My new husband is obsessed with me. He told me about his fatal condition just a few months ago. His rule will end soon. He has no heir, and is more than willing to accept my grandson.”
As the hovercraft landed, a physician collected a sample of Jasper’s DNA and compared it with Elizabeth’s. It only took a few minutes to assure everyone that the infant was indeed Jared Luminel’s son.
Elizabeth and Anastasia walked inside a huge palace-like house. They were escorted to a room, where a man laid on a bed, watching the Games. Elizabeth approached her dying husband. “My dear, I’d like you to meet your grandson...” She brought the baby, still wrapped up in the blanket to him.
The man turned his head and faced the infant. “What’s his name?”
“Jasper...” Elizabeth responded.
A smile crept up to his cheek. “He... has his grandmother’s eyes. D-does he know about his future?”
Elizabeth nodded. “Hewill be mayor. Don’t worry, dear.”
“Good. Take care of himfor me, my love...” Those were his last words before a flat line appeared on the heart monitor. Physicians rushed in, but there was no longer anything they could do.
Drooping her eyes, Elizabeth didn’t shed even one tear. Just seconds later, Jared’s death scene played on a large screen in the room. It was perfect timing. “The king is dead... all hail the new king.” She smirked, prepared to force her ambitious plans onto the infant in her arms.
After the slaughter of three children, the remaining two tributes are injured beyond belief and descend the stairs presented to them. That night of rest is valuable to them, and on the wall of their holding-cell appears to be a hologram television for them to view the fallen clips that they are very used to by now.
Jared chipped away some of the wood on the house and started a fire with the use of one of his matches. He woke up sometime at the early evening and tended to his wounds again, making sure they were bandaged and cleaned properly. Upon hearing his stomach growl, he turned to the meat he extracted from the human-scorpion mutts from earlier. Either starve to death or resort to cannibalism... the Capitol wasn’t leaving him much of an option.
After much deliberation, the blonde stabbed a pointed stick through the meat and roasted them over the fire. Not used to cooking, Jared burned his potential meals a couple of times but eventually got the hang of it and started eating. He drank the last of his water and tried to avoid the cameras that were sure to be focused at him. A royal turned cannibal. Could he be anymore degraded?
Refusing to let the water bottle go to waste, Jared filled it up with venom he milked from the scorpion’s severed stinger. He continued eating. The mutt meat surprisingly tasted like chicken, but it was probably just hunger. Jared hasn’t eaten anything this much since he left the Capitol. The royal didn’t like having to share food with his alliance members the past couple of days either.
Then the Capitol national anthem started playing along with the lights flickering outside the house. Jared walked out and wiped his mouth, afterwards placing his hand above his heart. Shortly the faces of The Fallen appeared in the sky.
Ignacius... poor kid. Didn’t deserve that fate. Neither did Clovis... he was sweet. And... whoa. So Seraph was the one that permanently took Ratsis off the Game. Either Jared’s concussion was acting up, or he could see Ratsis staring down on him and... talking. “Didn’t think you would make it this far, your majesty. I see you’ve taken a liking to human flesh. How the mighty really do fall. Well I’ll see you around. Or not~” Then Ratsis winked and was gone, just like that.
Jared shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “Must be the scorpion meat...” He went back inside to try and get some sleep.
I had to kill Charlie with my own hands... then I traveled to another house (B) There was a treasure chest with nothing inside it.
Scorpion King ( ♕ )
Fought three human-scorpion mutts. Almost gang-banged, killed them all. Their venom was harvested and so was their meat... would I be a cannibal if I eat it? Fixed my injuries and rested.
Notes: That night, I hear the cannons fire. There are only five of us left. Soon there will only be one, and I plan to make sure that’s me.
Injuries:
Shoulder stab wound (wrapped and healing)
Chest laceration (re-opened, bandaged and healing)
Concussion (healing)
Cuts on wrist, arms, legs. ( cleaned, bandaged and healing)
Of course. They weren’t to give him anything unless he fought for it. Having been served whatever his heart desired on a silver platter all his life, Jared was going to have to get used to working for what he needs in the Arena.
Upon seeing the mutant human-scorpion creatures, it only took a minute before the royal found himself shrouded in darkness once again. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a foursome before. Can’t say I want to anytime soon.” As he heard them approaching closer, Jared drew his longsword and reached into his golden coloured backpack to grab hold of his heat-sensing binoculars. He saw one of the figures charge and he leaped to the side to avoid one of their attack, only to be stabbed by another stinger on his abdomen.
Unable to penetrate through solid diamond, the mutt was bewildered long enough for Jared to swing his sword down multiple times and cut its ginormous pincer off. The appendage fell on the ground and a shriek emitted from the creature’s mouth. He groaned when his arm was cut by one of the other two and another sliced his leg. Hissing, Jared tried his best to ignore the pain and tried to keep his opponents at bay.
Before the door closed, Jared noticed that the top portion of the mutts were human and the rest of their body was scorpion. He immediately realized their lethal vulnerable parts and focused his attacks there. The blonde pierced the creature, of whom which he cut the pincer off earlier, straight through its chest with his longsword. One down, two to go.
The other mutts weren’t so happy to see one of their companions die and immediately bombarded Jared with attacks, aiming for his arms with their stingers and his legs with their pincers. Jared tried his best to dodge but was still brutally cut by the creatures. Thankfully no venom was injected into his system.
Counterattacking, Jared took yet another mutt down, similar to how Seraph killed the scorpion they faced in Day 1 by stabbing the longsword straight down through its head. The creature shrieked and fell to the ground.
A whack on his head by the third and final human-scorpion mutt brought back Jared’s concussion back. He groaned and moved his leg just in time before a stinger penetrated it.
Jared swung his longsword down and cut the venomous appendage off. Then, he used the stinger and stabbed in straight through the mutt’s chest. The creature shrieked in pain and grabbed Jared by the leg before he could escape.
But alas, the creature became weak by its own venom and didn’t have the strength to snap Jared’s foot off. Taking advantage of its feeble state, the royal delivered the final blow, piercing the mutt straight through its throat.
Panting from yet another battle, Jared didn’t let the dead creatures go to waste and collected their meat. They were half human... if he ate them, would he be considered a cannibal? He desperately needed food... and this was the only thing available. He also harvested their venom and filled the syringe.
“This is getting tiring...” The royal, drenched in mutt-blood, leaned against the wall and sighed. Jared then turned his head to the direction of the door and opened it. He couldn’t go inside the other locked houses, so he went back to the safest one, which had a T.V. on it. There, he ate his food and tried his best to patch up his injuries.
Just before Jared entered the house a parachute immediately falls down on the blonde. Tears formed in his eyes as he read the note, assuring him that his mother was doing okay. He gently stuffed the food into his backpack and walked inside. There didn’t seem to be any sand hands, scorpions or other monstrosities. He made his way over to the treasure chest and opened it to see what was inside.
"charlie, that really hurts!" ✘ os ✘ jared vs charlie
Jared’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Grogginess and fatigue was all over his system. It was his first night alone, and he didn’t feel too comfortable not having his allies keeping watch while he slept. He missed Everest’s keen senses that were able to pick up any trace of danger near them. The blonde regretted yelling at him and he wished things didn’t have to turn out the way they did.
On another note, he hasn’t showered in days and he desperately wanted to wash away the foulness of the Arena off his body. One had to wonder how people can watch Tributes that haven’t bathed since they left the Capitol, fight each other. He reached to grab his hand mirror but noticed his backpack wasn’t there, nor was he cocooned comfortably in his sleeping bag anymore. “Who dares steal a royal’s items?!” He growled and realized his sword was nowhere to be found.
Even after rubbing his eyes, Jared still couldn’t see clearly. The room looked extremely different from the one he took shelter in during the night, and it had a strange eerie glow along with ghostly noises. He scrunched his nose at an odd smell and got up to his feet. Jared hoped to get out as soon as possible and catch the thief that stole his belongings.
Cautiously taking a few steps, Jared still couldn’t find an exit. Before he could walk any further, a hand grabbed him and stopped the royal dead on his tracks. Turning around, his eyes widened immediately after seeing the Tribute that his ally and him killed two days ago. “Ch-Charlie?” Jared began to shake. He was still so… beautiful. Rosy cheeks, pink lips, blonde hair… not at all like the boy whose face was smashed before his cannon fired. However, those crystal green eyes Jared was so fond of were now bloodshot red with tears.
“He killed me, Jared… and you didn’t do anything about it! I thought you said you said you really like me? I guess not enough to keep me alive?!” There was a mixture of fury and despair in his tone.
Jared backed away slowly. “I… I…” He couldn’t find the words to answer Charlie’s question. The blonde was still shocked to see the boy in front of him.
Charlie’s eyes narrowed into a glare. “You, what? Trying to save yourself?! You don’t think that I was doing the same thing?!” He balled his hands into fists. “Let me tell you something about myself, Jared. I keep my promises. And when I said that I was going to be with you until the end, I meant every word of it.” All of a sudden, Charlie took his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Just like that, Charlie’s behavior changed completely. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Jared?” He smirked at the other’s reaction. “Come on, treat me like one of your playthings…” His voice was seductive, and his crystal green eyes were void of tears.
He let his gaze fall down on Charlie’s body. Jared gulped and took a few more steps back. “Y-you’re not Charlie.” He wanted his voice firm, but instead it was shaky.
The imposter’s face dropped. “I’m better than Charlie. I’m an exact copy of him. Only I’ll let you do whatever you want with me… every single one of your dirty pleasures.” His smirk returned.
This time, Jared was the one that glared. “How dare you disgrace him like this! Charlie would never do such things!”
“How would you know?” Charlie countered. “You never gave him the chance to show you this side of him. But I’m willing to let you.” He approached Jared until he was backed up against a wall and placed his hand on his cheek. “You can do whatever you want with me… just stay in this place… forever…” The imposter pressed his lips against the royal’s.
Unable to help himself from such a passionate act, Jared kissed back. But then the thought of being in the village for eternity popped in his head. Never. Jared shoved the other blonde off him. “Sorry, but I don’t plan on staying here for very long! It may not look like it sometimes, but I prefer my life over simple bodily pleasures!” He tackled Charlie on the ground, and wrapped his hands around his neck.
He started to choke, but managed to smirk. “If you knew more about me Jared, you would be aware of my training!” Charlie threw a fist up which collided with Jared’s nose. He then rolled over until he was the one on top and strangling Jared. “I’m a soldier, Jared! You’re no match for me!”
Blood trickled down Jared’s nose. His vision started to fade. Air wasn’t able to get in and out of his lungs anymore. Was this really the end? No. Jared punched Charlie’s temple and threw his other fist up against the imposter’s chin. He got Charlie off him with one strong kick. “I may be no match for Charlie, but like I said, you are not him!” Jared charged and continued to pummel Charlie’s face, screaming with frustration and sorrow.
Tears returned to the imposter’s eyes. “You’re hurting me Jared! Please, no more!” He smirked when the blonde royal finally stopped and dug his thumbs up through Jared’s bandages and into his chest gash. “Don’t ruin my pretty face!” Charlie growled.
“Ouch Charlie! Owwwww!!!” Jared screamed in agony. With one strong punch, he got Charlie off him and he grasped his chest which began bleeding again. “Charlie! That really hurts!” He forced Charlie to lay on his stomach and pinned him down. Jared then grabbed hold of Charlie’s hair and began to smash the imposter’s face against the ground repeatedly. That way, Jared wouldn’t be fooled by those gorgeous eyes again. He ignored the shrieks of pain and closed his eyes as he continued to do the horrific deed.
The imposter finally stopped moving. Jared flopped down and panted heavily. A red pool of blood stained the ground they were on. Jared couldn’t help but cry. He knew whoever he fought wasn’t really Charlie, but he just couldn’t believe how despicable the Game Makers were for making him commit such an act.
Standing up, Jared looked around to see if the room returned to normal and if his possessions were back.
Summary: First we ran away from branches that tried to molest us. Then we fought a dragon and got three weapons made of solid diamond, a royal’s best friend I might add. After that, Everest and I fought. So he divorced me and Seraph but not before I kissed the sexy mountain man. I was always attracted to him. He also threw me again. The alliance between me and Seraph didn’t last long. I headed east back to the desert island and she went back to the cave. I'm currently staying at the village house my former alliance and I slept in on the first day
Injuries: Chest gash, concussion, broken hip bone, wrist cut, shoulder stab wound. (All treated and healing slowly)
Items: Golden colored backpack, sleeping bag, binoculars, gold necklace, hand mirror, wolf pelt, diamond breastplate, lemonade bottle filled with melted snow, deceit food, crown ring.
“Wait… I’m going back to the cave,” Seraph stated firmly, stopping before they get any further away.
The blonde was shocked to hear this. “I thought you wanted to go East?”
She shook her head. “You can go… sorry, but this alliance won’t work as good as I thought it would. A rebel and a loyalist? I don’t think so, Mayor Luminel.” Her eyes glared daggers at the the royal, assuring him that she means business.
“Fine with me~ You’re right. The Capitol wouldn’t want a devoted servant of President Brandt with someone who fought against him.” Jared confirmed nonchalantly and turned around. “I’m guessing I won’t be seeing you soon…” As they walked their separate ways, he couldn’t help but smirk. Seraph was no longer anywhere near him as she made her way back to the cave. “Good luck surviving… And I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you real soon. As a face in the sky!”
His manipulation skills never ceased to amaze people. He successfully left with almost all their supplies. Seraph was so focused on separating that she didn’t bother to think that working together was what kept them alive. Now she’s alone with hardly anything.
Jared crossed the bridge, back to the desert island. Surprised that there was no maze that awaited him nor was there a sand storm. He found his way to the village and rested in the same house his former alliance stayed in during Day 1.
Everest was gone and the cave was silent once more. Tension still lingered in the air, weaker but still present. One person leaving wasn’t going to clear it. It wasn’t the cave, though. Seraph got the feeling it would follow them wherever they went.
“Can’t grow attached to him, you know,” Seraph said, eyes remaining on the cave’s entrance that Everest had left through. “Letting him go this once, but will kill him if an opportunity arises. Same goes for you when we go separate ways. You are a means to an end.” Her eyes flicked to meet Jared’s, face stoney and cast by shadows. “Nothing more.”
She picked up her machete, any remaining things that belonged to her. “Think we should head East. Before the night is through.” It was less a suggestion and more a direction. She wasn’t up for a discussion, or even worse, an argument. They’d had enough of that for the day.
Eyes fixed on the ground, head down, Jared didn’t say a word since Everest left. He felt guilty for causing strife within their group. All three of them were doing so well together. But closeness can kill just as good as conflict. It would be harder in the end, knowing that there can only be one of them leaving the Arena alive.
Thankfully Seraph wasn’t the type of person to make bonds with others. She was the type of ally that Jared needed. He looked at her when she began to talk. “Yeah, I know. Same to you,” he replied. “For now we help each other. But when they time comes... I’ll stop at nothing to win, even if it means having to eliminate those who have gotten me this far. I hope the same goes for you.”
The blonde royal stood up and grabbed his items before walking out of the cave with Seraph. “That sounds like good idea.” He agreed. Although Jared was more used to giving orders, he didn’t mind following them at the moment. “There wasn’t a lot of Tributes in that direction. It’s the safest place to be right now in terms of a battle.”
This wasn’t exactly unexpected. They’d need to split up eventually, Seraph knew that from the beginning. At least two of them would need to die by the end of all of this. There was never any use getting attached to Jared or Everest, and for the most part, Seraph had succeeded at that. But she still had to look at Everest and realize that she had trusted him more than anybody else in these Games and this may be the last time she will ever see him.
She could approach the situation the same way she had learned from her father when regarding treating wounds: clinical, unemotional. Seraph extracted some venom from the scorpion stinger with an empty syringe, a farewell gift for Everest. She dropped it in her backpack and with that, they were finished sorting through supplies. She’d be with Jared now and that could very well end with them at each other’s throats, but that wasn’t something to worry about at the moment. She handed the backpack to Everest, her face like stone, her jaw tight. She lingered there and became increasingly aware of the cameras she knew were taping them, watching them. Before the thought became too much, she hugged Everest, quickly letting go so he wouldn’t throw her against a wall.
“Good luck, Everest.” It was the first time she’d used that term as anything other than a threat.
If mourning over Charlie was the reason why they had to split up, Jared felt a slight pang of guilt. These people actually helped him and he broke them apart just because of his feelings towards someone who was no longer alive. But eventually they would all have to turn on each other, and that was already beginning to happen. The Game Makers wanted conflict, for it was what lead to death. In order to keep their lives, it was best they go their separate ways as soon as possible and not worry about one another anymore.
Everest would be able to survive with no problem. As far as Jared knew, he was better of by himself, especially in an environment he was used to. He drooped his eyes when Seraph hugged Everest. They were close, that much was obvious. It pained him to make her have to leave Everest.
The shorter blonde approached Everest, not making eye contact. It would be rude to just make him leave. “I’m sorry. I really am... My bluntness gets the best of me sometimes...” He placed a hand on his shoulder. “I have faith you’ll win this, so... might as well get something before I die from a Victor~” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Everest’s. Oh how shocked Panem will be after seeing that. Good. The Capitol wanted entertainment after all. Well, it didn’t end nicely for the royal was once again lifted in the air and thrown a good distance away. “I-I’ll see you later then...” He groaned.
Jared flinched and gripped the sword, ready to cut down Everest in an instant. There was clearly still unsetteled business regarding Charlie’s death.
“What now? You gonna kill me next?” Jared taunted. “It’s clearly easy for an animal like you.”
“Jared. Stop.” Seraph warned.
Everest snarled. “Animal.” He repeated. “You. Moron.”
“Fine, you clearly can’t be reasoned with, why don’t you just go?”
“Yes.”
Seraph pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don’t have time for this. Everest, if you want to head off on your own, we’re not gonna stop you. It was only a matter of time anyways. We just need to split up our gear evenly.”
Everest gave a humph and nodded. “Yes.” He stated before snatching the shimmering sword out of Jared’s hands. “Mine.”
“You son of a-”
“Jared. Just pick another diamond thing. Let’s be real, look at him. You’re not getting it back.” Seraph demanded.
Jared scoffed and picked up the breastplate, affixing it to his chest. Seraph leaned down and leaned the diamond shield on the wall near her. She tossed the shoes back to Everest and looked down at the rest of their stockpile.
There was probably more than five thousand carats of pure diamond in that golden treasure chest. Handcrafted by masters in the luxury District. Jared’s eyes sparkled as bright as the rewards themselves. “This is spectacular! Breaking a few bones was definitely a small price to pay for these. God’s most precious of stones, simply divine!”
He picked up the diamond sword and swung it around, only to exchange a few hurtful words with the male Tribute from Two. Just when he thought they were going to patch things up, their trust and closeness only deteriorated even more. The whole alliance wasn’t going to work out anymore, and their cannons will surely fire if they tried.
Befuddled by how the sword was snatched out of his grasp, Jared prepared to attack only to be stopped by Everest’s District Partner. They all agreed to a painful but necessary agreement of splitting up. The royal put on the diamond breastplate and rolled his eyes. “I don’t really have much I can give... But I’m willing to share the rope and a syringe. Plus I have some more of that food, just make sure not to eat it.”
Jared handed the items to his former ally, trying his best not to express sadness for his departure. "Since I’ll be with Seraph, we can share a backpack. Do you mind giving yours to Everest?” He asked.
The young monarch held the soldier in his arms, crying uncontrollably at the despicable end of their relationship. His bleeding injuries were of little concern to him at the moment. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I’m sorry!” He repeated, still unable to comprehend his unfathomable crime. Normally people would be horrified to even be near a faceless corpse, but Jared just couldn’t let go of someone he got so close to.
Through his sniffs and silent sobs was the sound of someone coming. Jared turned around. Seraph emerged from the trees. In her hands were twigs and branches that she immediately dropped. “I-I got firewood...” She cringed at the lifeless body in Jared’s arms. “Eugh. Um... where’s Everest?” Noticing that their third ally was nowhere to be found, she just had to wonder where he was.
“I-I yelled at him...” Jared replied. “He k-k-killed Charlie.” He sounded pathetic stuttering like that, but he couldn’t help it. “He’s a fucking animal,” he spat.
Seraph stomped over and slapped the royal hard across his face. “That fucking animal saved your life countless times before. You could try to be more appreciative.” She sighed, knowing they couldn’t afford to have tension within their group. “Look... I’m sorry about your boyfriend, but it was better him than us, right? Also, I don’t have cash for you to wipe your nose and eyes with, so stop crying, will you?”
With shaking hands, Jared got up and let go of Charlie. Seraph was right. He couldn’t play the Game using his heart. That would only get him killed. “I-I need to apologize to the big guy...”
“Good idea. And I think your boyfriend would want you to have these,” Seraph nodded at the extra longsword and rope, as well as the dead wolves that Charlie has killed earlier. She grabbed the weapon and one slaughtered creature before following the footsteps in the snow she assumed were her District Partner’s.
Jared walked behind her with two dead wolves and Charlie’s rope in his hands. It wasn’t long before they found Everest crouching down and leaning against a tree. Upon noticing a familiar presence, he rushed over and lifted the blonde royal in the air. “Not moron!” Everest growled and threw Jared. Thankfully the blanket of snow was enough to break his fall.
“O-okay...” Jared groaned. “I deserve that...”
“Everest, that’s enough.” Seraph warned. “We’re alive, you’re not a moron, that’s that.”
Everest stepped around her and faced Jared. “Why?”
Jared looked up solemnly. “He was my friend.”
“Friend.” Everest repeated. He grunted and snagged Charlie’s sword from Jared’s hand. “Friend no hurt.”
It was a silent walk back as the three bundled up in the wolf pelts and followed Seraph back to the igloo she constructed during the fight.
As they warmed themselves by the fire, using their third match, Jared slowly bandaged himself up in his wrist, chest, and shoulder.
Seraph attended to Everest’s wounds, slowly but surely with her arm. Everest wore a blank expression as he picked the teeth free from the dead wolves, handing them to Seraph to use later. The crafty female from Two then made them wolf fur coats that should serve as extra insulation and saved the meat for the next day.
They shared a meal from the buns gathered earlier that day, and sat in silence as they emptied a bottle of lemonade from the village, filling it up with snow and melted it over the fire to drink. Though the boys still hurt in their wounds, they were lucky to be alive and with full stomachs, for they had no idea what horrors awaited them and Seraph the following day.
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