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// Chapter Two: First Night of Death 
// Story: The 31st Annual Equestria Games 
// by Moon Breeze 
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Chapter Two First Night of Death

Scootaloo was running for her life, she had so much to live for, she couldn't fly and she didn't even have her cutie mark!  All of a sudden she thought she heard something on her right side.  It sounded like it was coming from the bushes, Scootaloo's first instinct was to run, it was almost midnight they probably wouldn't be able to go after her, but could she even go?  Then it stepped out of the bushes it was clearly feminine with a brown coat and a tannish mane, but it didn't look completely like a pony, but more like a... "Buffalo!" Scootaloo yelled frightening the creature.  "Oh hehe sorry"

"It is fine little pony, I was worried that this was my last night" the buffalo soothed trying to clam Scootaloo "May I ask what is your name?"

"Oh, um my name.  Scootaloo, um what's your name if you have one that is, you have one right, cuz that would be really weird" 

"It is fine to be stressed since we all die but one in this insane game of madness.  My name is Little Strong Heart of District 10"

"Oh cool, I'm from 6. Do you think we can be allies maybe?"

"You, you want to be an ally with me!?" Strong Heart questioned with a hint of hope in her voice.

"Hehe yeah of course"  

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Hoops was running through the dense forest, he would've been flying but their ever non-loving president Discord took away what was most valuable to him, his flight.  So he was condemned to running for his life.

He then felt a strange tingling feeling on his left side, when he looked over he saw something that he feared, blood.  It was covering his entire left side. "Oh Celestia" was the last thing he muttered before passing out.  The last thing he saw was the moon.

"We did a good job on him" Stone Storm told him fellow allies.

"Yes he didn't even realize the knife was there for a few minutes.  How idiotic of him" Fleur teased .
"Woah, woah, woah shouldn't the cannon of gone off by now. Trixie questioned being the most observant of the group.  Then she grew big eyes and a smirk "Soops or whatever his name is isn't dead"

"I call him!" screamed Bulk Biceps(and his name didn't lie) eager to put the stallion to his end.  Then without a thought he raised  his hooves in the air, since he preferred them over any other weapon, and pounded his hooves right into Hoop's stomach.

Hoops let out a small gasp then died from the extreme pressure.  Signaling his death with a 'boom' from the cannon.

All the careers did was laugh at his corpse and walked off, hoping to find more ponies to stumble into their grasp.