Death Wishes: a Twilight and Hunger Games Crossover

Bella Swan has bitterly hated Carlisle Cullen for not helping her father when he most needed it, causing the loss of her father. When she is chosen at the Reaping to go into the Hunger Games with Edward Cullen, she sees her chance to exact her revenge. What will happen in the arena?

Edward Cullen is a vampire so he is indifferent when he is chosen because none of the weapons can harm him. What happens when he falls in love with Bella Swan?

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12. Chapter 8- Cornucopia Bloodbath

Author's Note: I just realized how terrible my summary is; I'm surprised you're here with such a sh**** summary. I just tweaked it. Anyway, on you go!

Bella's POV

I launched myself off the pedal and sprinted for the Cornucopia, running like I had never before and arrived at the Cornucopia, with no more than a slight panting.

Even though I was running fast as I could, Jacob, James, and Victoria were already there. I still am not as good as they are.

Heaving a resigned sigh, I made my way to the knives. Please, please, please, let no one into the place, I wished.

Heart as heavy as a boulder, I dragged myself to the knives of the Cornucopia. I turned the corner and realized the small 14-years-old girl from District 4 was already there. My heart sank. I was hoping I didn't have to fight so soon. You knew it would happen anyway.

Heaving another resigned sigh, I sneaked to her side in the cover of shadows, crouched like a leopard while hunting.

Ah. This one isn't careful, is she?, I mused to myself. Not as experienced as the others I've faced. That put a spark of confidence into my heart.

An idea slowly formed in my head. Maybe I don't even need to fight her.

You're a weakling, taunted something in my head.

Hey! I'm not meant to kill!, I protested.

You're supposed to be.

With a quick darting movement of the hand, I carried out the plan and stole one on the knives from the metal holstering them, slipping it silently into the waist of my suit. Unfortunately, that didn't go unnoticed. Not so non-experienced as I had first thought, I corrected myself grimly. She whirled around to face me, weapon at the ready. Snarling a few curse words at my own small moment of arrogance and carelessness, I pulled myself from my crouch to face her in my full height. She gave me an icy glare before it faltered with fear.

Ah. Fear. I can use this to my advantage.

Something in my head, something I still had after years of trying to smother, yelled, Monster!

"Who are you?", she inquired, narrowing her eyes at me though nobody could deny her hands shaking like a leaf in the wind.

I forced a cold laugh, trying at what Charlie instructed me to do. I wasn't born a natural actor, but I was mediocre enough for the facade to seem real. "Does it matter?"

"I guess not," she admitted.

"Exactly," I agreed, twirling my weapons around my hand, trying to be casual, just to show I wasn't nervous and that I could win her in a heartbeat. Inside, I was believing in the complete opposite.

She changed the subject. "Why am I not dead, right now?"

"Because I don't feel like killing right now," I answered nonchalantly. "Good for you."

She narrowed her eyes. For a Career, there wasn't supposed to be a time when we don't feel like killing. I was, of course, the condemned exception.

I gave her a challenging look, daring her to ask me. God, was it hard to muster.

She shrank back; she knew what we were like. "Then...Thank you."

I forced out a bitter laugh and, remembering the reason I went there anyway, held out my hand. "Give me the knives."

The girl raised her eyes to glare at me again. I met it with a glare of my own. "I said, Give it!"

"But I need them...to keep my younger, incapable brother alive." Realizing something, she added, "For as long as I can."

My heart softened, and so did my expression, I'm willing to bet. She'll just come back to haunt and hurt you, I warned myself.

She seems sincere, I argued.

Rolling my eyes at my own jumbled thinking, I took all the knives from her hands, suit, and the wall, all the while freezing her in place with a warning scowl. Finally coming to a conclusion, I turned and walk away, leaving two behind.

Weakling!, my head screamed.

I winced and ignored it.

Footsteps behind me. Undoubtedly the girl's.

What if it isn't? I couldn't ignore the prickling on my back, my subconsciousness waiting for a weapon to strike.

Nonsense. You're safe.

Really?

"Wait!", the girl called.

It was the girl. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned back around. "What?", I snapped, irritated.

"I...Thank you."

I shrugged, not trusting myself to speak. Realizing she was waiting for a spoken answer, I took a deep breath and muttered, "No problem. Don't tell anyone of this."

She nodded earnestly.

You would trust her to do something like that?, my brain screamed. Foolish actions.

Shush.

Then, deciding to be sure, I added, "We'll all die if anyone found out. And if you or your brother is alive after that and I am, I'll come after you myself."

"What's your name, anyway?", I asked, deciding to ask at the last moment. I didn't know why I said it.

Don't form any ties!

I won't. We'll never see each other again after this anyway.

"I'm Riley," the girl replied, staring at me with honest eyes.

She's so young. And trusts too easily. A part of me was tempted to betray that little inkling of trust she placed in me for letting her go.

You will do no such thing.

Taking a deep breath, as if gathering herself, she inquired, timidly, "What's your name?"

You shouldn't tell her.

Why shouldn't I? It won't matter anyway.

If she knew you were a Career, you'll have danger hanging over your heads now that she knows you're such a big threat.

She already knows I'm a Career.

She might beg for you letting her go.

I couldn't deny that but telling her my name wouldn't spur the action either.

Finally deciding, I sighed and said, "Bella."

"Thank you... Bella," was her only response as she turned and bounded away into the forest.

I turned to walk away and almost crashed into the bulky chest of James. I looked up, right into his furious and merciless expression. Ice spread through my veins, traveling along with the blood, turning me into an ice statue, frozen with fear. Riley didn't have to tell anyone.

Horror slammed into me as I thought of Riley and her brother, what James would do to them when he finds them after I'm dead and incapable of stopping him. They'll die anyway. You'll just die first. And even if you survived the next 10 minutes to an hour, you'll never be able to stop him.

Guilt crushed my chest. I saved those siblings, gave them some time, only to make them suffer an even worse death. Normal Careers weren't known for giving merciful, quick and painless deaths. Unfortunately for all of us, James wasn't an exception, unlike me.

I'm sorry, I thought, hoping they could but knowing they couldn't hear me.

"You have to prove your worth to us!", demanded a voice behind me. I whirled around, landing myself face to face with Victoria, who stared at me with those cunning eyes of her.

I don't want to. In panic, I turned to Jacob, hoping he would shake his head, show his disapproval. But Jacob nodded. He's expression said it all. You have to.

I know I do. I wish I have another choice.

I looked at her, faking curiosity although, inside, I was seething. What kind of evil thing are you going to make me do? 

One way to find out.

"How?"

She smiled that sadistic smile. "By killing the Tanners."

My blood ran cold with horror.

Edward's POV

I sprinted with vampire speed towards the forest. Get out of her sight! Get out! I stopped at the edge of the circle and watched, slinking deeper into the shadows. 

I'm such a coward.

What can I do?, I thought miserably. Talk to her? Say that I'm better than him and she should choose me over him and be with me?

Being raised in the 1900's, I couldn't imagine doing that. That's really impolite and tactless and. . .

Okay, okay. I don't need a run-down on all the things that would make me into in more of a monster.

I watched, unable to do anything, as she confronted the girl at the knives. Their thoughts were like their dialogue and I watched Bella let the little girl go. Hope bloomed in my chest. Not as Career as I thought her to be. 

I was so focused on Bella that I didn't noticed James until Bella did. Hope disappeared faster than the blink of an eye. Oh no. If I have to stop him, I'll be revealed. And she would hate me. And my family will get killed. And everything will be horrible.

But gladly, she got out of it. With the promise of killing the brother and sister. I felt the air go out of my lungs in relieve. No, she wouldn't die. Not today. 

For a second, I considered killing the two myself. But I chose not to. I swore an oath to Carlisle. And the Careers would probably punish her for not getting there in time. 

So I receded in to the shadows and watched as she trembled in horror, staring at her hands. 

Already imagining the blood staining them red. 

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Author's Note:

Sorry to disappoint with such a short chapter and such a long wait. I know, I know, I was supposed to reveal why she was a disgrace to her District in this chapter. But I thought that it would be better it I revealed it in the next chapter. 

I was busy. Really busy. I had a few tests to prepare for and this scary speech waiting for me with its jaws open. 

Glass Sword, Cruel Crown, and Mockingjay Part 2 appeared on my doorstep and who could say no to those wonderful books and movies? 

While I was reading Glass Sword, I learned more about how to write-- dramatically, may I add-- and I'm cringing as I read my old chapters. I really need to edit them. Anyway, Glass Sword was written from one person's point of view and one person only. I realized that it would be a good idea and doesn't have to go in detail from three people's point of view. With that being said, the chapters will be shorter but I'll update a little more often. But please don't throw things at me if I don't update on time; I got the completely ingenious idea to start and continue writing about 10 books at a time. I'm so smart, right? So I have more to work on and has to split my time between 10 books now. 

I got into graphics too-- it's better to say, I got addicted to it-- and is constantly practicing and accidentally neglected writing.

I was also busy writing the Prologues, Prefaces, Chapter ones and twos of other books and working on improving my graphics skills because I thought that was also a good idea. I was forced to abandon my old books for a while. I've come back!

Anyway, I sorry to disappoint, thank you so much for reading, and I hope to see you on the next, soon-to-come (hopefully) update!

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