Attack on the Games: Chpt 10

Attack on the Games

An Attack on Titan/Hunger Games Crossover

Chapter 10
The Games


It’s Hanji who wakes me once again but with less enthusiasm this time. Ida arrives with clothes that Eren and I are supposed to wear for the Games. They’re heavy green pants, a thermal black zip-up sweater, and thick boots. Ida guesses that we won’t be going to an extremely hot or cold place considering our average gear.

Nobody speaks during breakfast and I can hardly eat, Eren’s about to take a bit out of his toast but places it back down. “Eat,” Levi barks at us, “who knows if you’ll be able to find food in the arena. This may be your last decent meal for a while and you need your strength.” Once again Levi is right and I force myself to finish the eggs on my plate and Eren does the same.

Hanji looks between the both of us and lets out a wail, “You both are such strong people. It’s been a joy to get to know you both!”

They came for us around nine o’clock. Four big Military Police guys enter our suite, one for each arm that they roughly grab, and haul us away without saying a word. I try to argue that I can walk on my own but they don’t let go and I can hear Eren arguing too and I then hear a loud thud and Eren falls silent. I start screaming for Eren and I can hear Levi start to yell too but everything is muffled as they drag me and Eren in two different directions.

They take me to a room with a small hover aircraft and push me inside. Once I’m in they strap me down and I notice that there’s no windows on the aircraft. I realize that this is what’s going to transport me to the arena outside of the Walls. Before we take off, a woman approaches me with a sterilizing swab and a thick needle.

“What’s that for?” I command.

She sterilizes my forearm and sticks the needle in and I feel a sharp pain. “It’s your tracking device,” she calmly explains and heads to the back of the aircraft. There must have been a small dose of tranquilizer in the device because I start to feel drowsy and I pass out moments later.



I wake up to the sound of Levi’s muddled voice that sounds like he’s underwater. I open my eyes and a bright white light blinds me before I’m able to take in my surroundings. Once my eyes adjust I’m able to grasp that I’m lying on a metal table and Levi is standing by my side. I sit up a little too fast because my head starts to spin from the tranquilizer but Levi steadies me and helps me to my feet.

“Where’s Hanji?” I groggily question.

“With Eren,” and before I can ask he adds, “Eren’s fine. Just a small bump on the head is all. How are you feeling?”

I feel like I’m going to be sick but instead I say, “I’m fine,” and I look around the room. The room is very small and very white. There are no windows or anything but on one side there is a glass tube that goes to the ceiling. “Where are we?” I ask.

“We are in a room under the arena. Soon, when the countdown starts, you’ll have to get into that tube to be lifted up into the arena,” he answers.

I look to the tube nervously. This is really happening. Even after so many years of saying our prayers that we’re taught as children to not get Reaped for the Games. You never think that it’s going to be you who would get chosen. It’s always your neighbor or the stranger standing next to you, never you. When you’re children you think you’re invincible and nothing can harm you. Children are so naive.

Levi must see the nervousness start to build up in me because he gently grabs my arms, “Hey,” he says softly, “everything is going to be just fine. You’re strong, Mikasa. The strongest Player I’ve ever had to Mentor and that’s the truth. And if you weren’t so bent on making sure Eren wins, I would put all my money on you.”

I swallow and look at him because this is the first time I heard him say my name. “Before, when I got my score, and you said that people aren’t going to be happy about my score, you didn’t just mean among the Players, did you?” I request.

Levi looks nervously around the room before turning back to me and mutters, “You are so strong I’m afraid the Capitol will see you as a threat, like how they see me. And because I’m your Mentor and I already have a tarnished past with rebelling, they might think you’re a danger to the Capitol. And they might think you could overthrow them with your strength.”

My eyes widen and panic surges through me, “But they heard that I only want to protect Eren, right? They can’t see me as a threat anymore!”

Levi is nodding but he still looks uncertain, “Even so, they will try to do everything in their power to make sure you don’t win. The Capitol is afraid of you. Here,” he says reaching into his bag, “you’re allowed one personal item to bring into the arena and I thought you might want this.” He then pulls out my red scarf and places it around my neck like Eren did all those years ago.

I can feel my throat tighten with gratitude. “Thank you,” I’m able to choke out without crying and the warmth of the scarf is already comforting me.

Levi gives a brisk nod. “Listen, watch over Eren. He’s our strongest hope; I have never met a kid with as much fire and determination as he has. And don’t let your emotions get the better of you. That is your weakness and you can’t think straight when you let your emotions take over,” he comments and I know he’s right. My emotions have always gotten the best of me but I can’t let that happen now. Not when Eren’s life is at risk.

“Players, to your portals.” A loud voice booms over the speakers. I look over at the glass tube which had now opened up and I slowly walk towards it and step inside and it closes around me.

Levi walks up to the glass and places a hand on it, “Good luck, and knock ‘em dead. For real this time.” I place my hand where his is on the other side of the glass knowing this will be my last time seeing my Mentor. I wish I could say something meaningful and memorable to him but the voice thunders over the speakers again and the countdown begins and I’m being lifted up through my portal. I am only able to get one last look at Levi before everything goes dark.

It’s not dark for long though as I’m lifted higher and I’m suddenly blinded by sunlight. As soon as my eyes adjust to the light I look around to take in my surroundings. All the other Players are lifted up onto pedestals like mine in a circle around a cornucopia building to our backs. We are in the middle of a big field and farther in the distance there is a small forest.

The countdown is still going and I look around for Eren. I spot him four pedestals down from mine. I know that the first thing I need to do is get to the woods and out of this open field but I also need to get to Eren. Inside of the cornucopia contains all of the weapons that we’ve used in training and I see the double swords but I know that weapons are not the most important thing right now, Eren is, but without weapons I am practically helpless.

“Three, two, one.” And the cannon goes off, singling to us that the Games have begun and I sprint off of my pedestal. I run and I’m the first to make it into cornucopia and grab my swords but I’m not the only one to go after the weapons. Ymir makes it inside just behind me and swings an ax at me that I’m able deflect with my swords and I kick her in the gut as hard as I can and run the other way towards the woods. I can only hope that that’s where Eren went first.

I only run a few feet though, when I trip over something and fall hard to the ground. I look back to see what it was that I tripped over and I see that it’s Marco. But something’s not right about him. His eyes are open but are unseeing. His skin is too pale and waxy looking and his freckles stand out strongly against his unusually pale face. My eyes move downward and I notice that his chest isn’t moving. No, this can’t be Marco. This has to be a doll of Marco. And my eyes go down even farther and I see that there’s so much blood covering his stomach. There’s so much blood and I’m suddenly hit with flashbacks of my parents being slaughtered and how they were also drenched with blood. I try to clear my head as I scramble to get to my feet and I see an orange backpack just a few inches out of the doll Marco’s grasp and I grab it along with my swords and run towards the woods again.

Behind me I can hear Jean’s screams as he cries out Marco’s name. But a doll can’t answer you, it’s not alive. And then it finally hits me, Marco is dead. Marco, who was always kind and thoughtful to everyone, is dead. Who always put everyone else before himself and was the least selfish person I’ve met, is dead. I push my legs harder and I think about how these Games are cruel and merciless. I never even really got to know Marco. I don’t know if he had a family or a girlfriend back home. I don’t know if he had any hobbies or a favorite color or food. I don’t even know how he died.

I make it to the trees and once I’m twenty or so feet in is when I finally start to slow down. I need to find Eren. Suddenly, I hear one cannon shot go off, which singles one Player’s death. It has to be Marco’s cannon and I’m relieved when I don’t hear anymore which means Eren is still alive. I don’t want to call out to him in fear that other Players might hear me. So my eyes just scan through the forest hoping I can spot him.

Suddenly, someone runs into me at full speed from behind causing both of us to fall to the ground. I twist and roll my body so that I get the upper hand and am sitting on top of the person and I raise my swords, ready to strike. But it’s only Eren’s wide eyes staring back at me.

“Mikasa?!” he says breathless.

“Eren!” I cry and drop my swords to hug him. “Thank goodness, I was so worried!” I stand and help him up.

“I ran straight to the woods thinking that that’s where you would be but I couldn’t find you. So I just kept running around the edge and I finally ran into you… literally!” he laughs and I laugh too. I am too relieved to think about anything else.

“Mikasa, you’re covered in blood! Are you hurt?” Eren asks concerned.

I look down at myself and my pants are full of the red liquid. Most of it has dried though. “It’s alright, Eren. It’s not mine, its Marco’s.”

“Marco’s?” Eren says in disbelief. “That’s whose cannon I must have heard. But I never would have thought Marco would be the first.” He then looks down and spots my swords and backpack. “You went to the cornucopia! Mikasa, that was dangerous!”

“It’s fine, I got us a weapon and supplies now. It was worth it and I didn’t die,” I tell him.

“Alright, well let’s find a place to make camp away from the field first,” Eren says and starts to head deeper into the woods and I follow.

For the rest of the day we don’t run into any other Players and I mention to Eren that we should probably sleep in a tree so we’re not such an easy target. We finally stop at a big tree with lots of thick branches and I look inside the backpack to see what supplies it has. I pull out an empty canteen, a small knife that I give to Eren, a light blanket, and thankfully, a rope.

It’s getting dark so we decide to get into the tree to get some rest. We both find big enough branches to support us and rest our backs against the tree. I give Eren the rope to tie himself to the tree because I know he likes to roll a lot in his sleep and I don’t want him falling out of the tree. I also give him the blanket because I assure him that my scarf will keep me warm enough and I don’t get cold that easily anyways.

Once the sun goes down and it’s completely dark out is when the Capitols anthem starts playing. We look up and we see Marco’s picture in the sky. They do this every night for every person that had died that day. Once the anthem ends the sky goes dark again and we’re left in silence. And eventually we both fall into a restless sleep.



I awake to the sound of voices. They are just a few yards away from our tree but I trust we are both up high enough where we won’t be spotted as long as they don’t shine a light up at us which I pray they don’t have. I stay as still as I possibly can and try not to make a sound and hope that Eren stays quiet as well. As they get closer I can start to make out whose voices they are.

“She’s our biggest threat right now,” I hear Annie say.

“How did she even get a twelve-plus? She hardly ever did anything in training. All she did was watch over Eren,” Reiner remarks.

“But even if she did get a twelve-plus, she doesn’t even want to survive. She just wants to make sure Eren wins,” Bertholdt adds.

“It’s disgusting,” Annie notes, “even so, she’s our biggest concern right now and once we take her out everyone else should be easy.”

“What about that Jean? You heard what he said in his interview. He called us all stupid. Are we just going to ignore that?” Reiner says angrily.

“But he’s right, Reiner,” Annie hisses, “It’s going to take more than strength to win the Games. You need brains, which honestly, you don’t have much of.”

From where I’m sitting I can see Reiner make a move towards Annie but she freezes him with just one look from her icy glare and he backs down. Their voices fade as they walk farther and farther away and I can finally no longer hear them and we’re left in silence once again.

It feels like the blood in my veins froze and it’s hard for me to breath. Already, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie, my biggest threats, have formed an alliance and are planning on taking me out together. And once I’m out of the way they’d kill Eren. I really wish Armin was here right now. He always had good ideas in what to do in these sorts of situations. By now he would have figured out a strategy to take out all three of them and here I am sitting in a tree still trying to think of how to stay alive. I know it won’t do me any good worrying about it right now. So I try my hardest to fall back asleep and tell myself that I’ll think of a plan in the morning.