Author's Note: I'd like to apologize for how late this chapter is, and how short and boring it is. I just needed to get the other four tributes dead so it would just be Victorious people. Now the only tributes left are the Victorious seven. So now the real action can begin. I hope this chapter isn't too terribly boring.
Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Victorious or The Hunger Games.
The Districts of the significant characters: Cat - District 8, Tori - District 1, Jade - District 2, Robbie - District 3, Trina - District 5, Andre - District 11, Beck - District 12
"Are you sure about this?" A voice whispered through the bushes, tentative and wary.
"Absolutely." Another voice answered confidently. The pair sneaked through the bushes, Cat slightly behind Robbie, Robbie with his knife and Cat with a spear they had carved, making their way towards the group of sleeping tributes. The Careers. The four that had actually bothered to team up. Silently, Robbie went for the biggest one, slicing the knife into his throat, the canon going off in the distance before the tribute even had time to wake up. The sound of the canon caused the other three tributes to stir, and Cat lunged for the pair that were sleeping near each other, killing them both mere moments apart. A moment later, the final tribute awoke with a start, lunging towards Cat and Robbie, but Robbie quickly cut him off, flinging his knife out of his hands, stabbing at his throat. The Career made a struggle, gasping and thrashing towards Robbie and Cat, who quickly backed away, hiding in the bushes a moment before the fourth canon went off.
"Robbie," Cat breathed. "Robbie, we just killed four tributes!" She let her excitement show, smiling wide with hopefulness as she flung her arms around Robbie's neck.
Robbie jumped with surprise, returning the hug tentatively. "Yeah. We did. That was nothing but luck, though. I thought Careers were smarter than that. You'd think they'd have put a guard on over night. Well, c'mon, let's grab their supplies and move on before the hovercraft comes to take them away."
Jade awoke with a start. Four canons. "What?" She called softly into the darkness. "What the hell?" It was the second day, and there were only seven tributes left already? It looked like the Games would be short this year. Well, that was good. Less people for her to face, in the long run. She couldn't help but wonder if the seven left were, in fact, the seven she had first identified as the real threats the day before.
Speaking of which...
"Vega." It was not a question. It was not a threat. It was a statement, simple and cold. The Vega girl from District 1, the one with the cheekbones that the Capitol would not shut up about, was standing about ten feet away from her, not bearing any weapons, arms at her side, looking straight at Jade.
"It's Tori," the girl corrected calmly, not moving.
"What the hell do you want? I'm too tired to kill anyone right now. What kind of idiot goes walking around unarmed?"
"It's not my fault I didn't get a hold of any weapons," she argued.
"Oh, don't blame me! Why, it isn't my fault I was stupid enough to frolic straight up to other tributes without any means of defending myself! I just wanted to get myself killed!" Jade mocked in a southern belle accent, giving a sweet smile of feigned innocence.
"I don't talk like that!" Tori argued, narrowing her eyes and stamping her foot on the forest floor.
"Okay, get out of here before I actually wake up enough to kill you. I don't want to know why you're stupid enough to walk around weaponless out in the open. But I'm sure any of the other tributes would be willing to kill you, if that's what you're looking for," Jade mumbled.
"Jade," Tori sighed. "I came here for a reason."
"I know. You came to be killed. Sadly, though, you're not even worth my time, so I'm not going to kill you at this point. Come back later, mmkay?"
"No. I came because... I need an ally."
"Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not looking for an ally, especially one that's as much of an idiot as you are."
"Jade, I need help, okay? I don't want to die."
Jade laughed. "Well, that makes two of us."
"...You don't want me to die?"
"I mean I don't want to die either, dimwit." She rolled her eyes. "I don't give a fuck about you. Why are you coming to me, anyway? Wasn't I mean enough to you during training? Go ask the other Vega girl. You two must have more in common than you and I do, having the same last name and all."
Tori shrugged. "I dunno why I came to you. But... I'm here. So can I be your ally or not?"
Jade considered this. "I made the answer pretty clear, didn't I?"
As Tori turned to leave, blinking expressionlessly at Jade, the goth girl added at the last minute, "...and by that I mean yes."
Tori stopped, turned and smiled at her. "Really?"
"Don't make me repeat myself," Jade replied. "Or are you deaf, too? Great, even more useless than I thought."
Tori laughed as she took a few steps towards the goth girl. "I'm not deaf, don't worry."
"Well then, Vega, welcome to the Games."
"...They started hours ago."
With a sly smile, Jade replied, "but now they really start."
A little while later, Jade and Tori were sitting side by side up in Jade's tree, exchanging supplies and information.
"I thought you were a Career. Aren't you from District 1?" Jade asked, frowning.
"I could ask you the same question, seeing as you're from District 2," Tori retorted.
Jade shrugged. "Teamwork was never really my thing. I had the training, so I guess I'm pretty well off, but there was no way I was joining the pack. What about you?"
"Same. Except, I didn't go through the Career training," Tori replied nervously.
Jade snorted, raising an eyebrow. "Really? Why not?"
She shrugged. "My mom didn't believe in Careers. She didn't think it was the right path for me."
"She probably didn't expect you to get reaped, then. That's rotten luck. But it explains your stupidity."
"I know," Tori sighed. "I'm going to be the first to die."
"No, you're not. Not on my watch."
Tori held her eye contact, surprised. "You sure?"
"...Yeah." Jade allowed herself to smile.