Moonbeam & Jaxx - Day 3
‘Fuck,’ Moonbeam thought, as the light of day awoke him into another shit day in the Hunger Games. It was about twelve or thirteen degrees and the clouds were thick yet white, signalling the mundane day that was about to unfold. He groaned at the thought of moving, but realised that he couldn’t just lie in the middle of a board in broad daylight with people who want him dead roaming around. So he rose. He needed a plan for the day. Food and water were essential, but he felt in a killing mood today. Who to kill? He wasn’t in a position to be picky; anyone would do. The first person he came across in fact.
He still had water from yesterday, but it was running low and he would definitely need water by at least tomorrow sunset or else he’s be as dead as a Jesus. He kicked about in the mousetrap section of the arena hoping to find some water but needless to say, he could find fuck all. Moonbeam wasn’t too hungry actually after the huge slab of cheese he gained the previous night, but a little something may be useful. But how could he find these things? By murdering a young defenceless child and stealing their means of survival? YES.
So Moonbeam left the mousetrap area and headed over to the hungry hippos section. The walk was incredibly exhausting but life’s a bitch and Moonbeam accepted it. There he would hunt for tributes. When he finally arrived, he hid behind some sort overgrown bushes at the side of a lake and waited for prey. The throwing stars were clutched firmly in his grasp, eager to meet flesh. The pitter-patter of sneaky feet crept by somewhere in Moonbeam’s proximity. Peering out of his hidey-hole, he saw the tribute quietly walking to the hungry hippo sector. Up he stood and flung the throwing star. Hurtling through the air, it hit them in the shoulder causing them to cry out in pain. Before they had time to realise what was happening, Moonbeam was on them, crashing into their side and knocking them to the floor. He mounted the tribute’s chest; finally seeing who it was and drew another throwing star. He grinned, and then sliced open their throat. “Bye Jaxx” he whispered cruelly as he watched the blood pour from the young boy’s neck. After a few seconds there was a loud boom of a cannon and Moonbeam rolled the corpse over, searching for supplies in Jaxx’s possession. ‘That’s how to get food Moonbeam-style’ he thought to himself as he grabbed what the boy had.
Immediately he scuttled off far away from the dead, as to not attract predators and found a decent place to lie down. He noticed hippos wandering around the area he was in. They were Capitol creations and that worried him but for the time being they seemed content with keeping to themselves. Until he could get to sleep, Moonbeam simply looked up at the stars. Killing didn’t bother him much but then again he was just a little bit insane – just a little. Sleep captured him soon after. During the night a hippo walked towards him and just stood there, unmoving. He didn't wake up to notice it but it didn't move away.













