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// Chapter Three: Second Day of Death 
// Story: The 31st Annual Equestria Games 
// by Moon Breeze 
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Chapter Three Second Day of Death

Octavia and Derpy trudged through the thick pines eager to find any shelter.  Both were extremely exhausted from the long trek that from right after the start and all through the night.  The pines seemed infinite.  The trek was even worse because of the fact neither Octavia nor Derpy had gotten any supplies.  "So umm Octi, wanna stop here?" Derpy asked.

Octavia's ears perked straight up "Wait, what did you just call me?"

"Octi, why somethin' wrong with that?" Derpy questioned concerned for her new found friend.

A single tear rolled down Octavia's cheek "Oh, it's, it's fine it's just my best friend used to call me that, until I got reaped.  I'd never seen her more serious."

"Sorry"

"But sure lets set up camp, but no fires.  Got it?"

Derpy saluted with her hoof while folding her ears down and showing her googly eyes. "Yes ma'am"

Octavia chuckled at her teammates actions and went to find Anything that would prove itself useful, since they had literally nothing.  "I'm going to see if I can find anything that could be useful, I'll be back in a bit"

"Ok, I'll just stay here and rest a little"

"That sounds like a good idea." Then she walked uncertain if she would even make it back.

"Good luck" was the last thing Octavia could hear from Derpy before turning back into the woods.

o.O.o
Time Turner was watching Pinkie Pie through some shrubs.  Her normally bouncy mane was now straight and dull, which also described her new attitude.  It had seemed she grabbed a lone backpack.  She had a few things strewn around her camp; a few granola bars, some bandage and something Time Turner couldn't exactly depict since the sun was glaring on it.  Then he came to his senses, it was a knife.

Startled by his recent revelation he scrambled up trying to get away before she noticed.  Unfortunately his scrambling had caused quite the racket so she had seen him.  Driven by her curiosity she walked over to grab her knife then to his former hiding spot.  Time Turner afraid he would die because of this game raised his eyes. "Why don't you just kill me already?"

"What?" Pinkie asked suspiciously "Why would I do that if I don't want to make it out of here.  Back home is a boring ol' rock farm that doesn't even earn enough for ma' to buy shovels, without me it means one less mouth to feed."

Time Turner was awestruck, she didn't want to live.  Why didn't she realize that if she was the victor food she wouldn't have to ever worry about food.  He decided to leave that out.  "What?  Are, are you sure, and why did you bring that knife them, huh?"

"So you could kill me.  I don't have the gut to do it by myself.  I'm weak, no pony needs me". A single tear rolled down her cheek, she did her best to muster a smile and handed the knife to Time Turner.

"Well the elements can't be formed and only one lives, so..." He grabbed the knife from her hoof and looked at it.  A wooden handle and a beautifully crafted silver blade. "Gulp" 

"Well?" Pinkie asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice.  "Do it already!  I can't stand this damn world any longer!"

Then Time Turner took the knife, looked at Pinkie, then looked back at the knife.  "This was what she wanted, wasn't it?  She would be happier this way."  A voice in Timer Turner's cooed.  He finally gave into her wish, plunging the knife into her neck.  A bloodcurdling scream escaped Pinkie's mouth, before falling to the ground.

The last thing Time Turner head was "Thank you" before the cannon sounded, signaling her death.  He ran, now that the sun was starting to set he had to get back to his tree before all of the daylight washed away into the cold night.