12 Hunger Games Knockoff (3)

First Person POV Rules

Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.

Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.

"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.

-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.

Third Person POV Rules

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Describing

-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-

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Oh c'mon. Why don't you want to talk to me?

-Why would I want to talk to you?-

There's nothing to do, I'm bored as hell hiding in this tree.

-I thought you hated me-

I'm not that petty, I got over you nearly killing me awhile ago, we were kinda killing each other, even if you were being a bitch about it.

-...-

-Fine lets talk-

Great!

-Why do you keep talking about how this should be like that and that should be like this?-

Not great.

Uh. Maybe we shouldn't talk.

-No. You speak as if you have an outside perspective of the world. Like you arent supposed to be here.-

Eventually I quite literally can't suppress my own thoughts. Trying not to think about the very thing you're being interrogated on is not as easy as just not talking. Why? Because trying to not think about it is literally thinking about it, and with no way to hide thoughts you are read like an open book.

Asking someone a question while you're in their mind is the same thing as forcing an answer out of them.

Rot knows this, so he uses this.

Fine. I'm not from this world.

I just give up trying, there's not point wither way, Rot can't share what I tell him anyway.

-Thought so-

I actually hate how you just have access to every thought I have. 

It would of been worse if he could just look at my memories, but in the span of a few hours he learns everything about my past world, what this world should actually be like, and the fact his entire life is technically fiction.

I can't hide anything, he just keeps asking questions and my brain thinks of the answers while trying to not think of the answers. 

-A story so badly written that some god just took you there, but changed nearly everything, and you want to escape to go to Lyngarth just to go to its Guardian Academy-

Well yeah, I have nothing better to do after I escape and kill everyone here.

But before I can think about anything else I am blown out of the tree and sent flying as multiple tree's are uprooted and thrown everywhere.

"Why does everyone have Raw Magic!?" I curse out loud landing hard against the ground, normal amateurs can't use New or Old Magic like this, so its obviously Raw Magic.

Is it actually just that common?

-No, scenarios like these just breed stronger people. You will barely ever find a person who can use Raw Magic in the normal world-

And my arm was so close to healing too... 

I curse, moving my left arm a bit, I can move it now, but its still stiff and one wrong move and I can damage it to non-functionality again.

I quickly rise to my feet as another blast of wind clears out more forest. 

This bitch is spamming!

I am now standing in a clear field, all the trees that populated this area are like 5 miles from here. I look at the culprit.

A man, in his late thirties just standing there, two fingers missing from his hand, that are regenerating at a visible pace, slow sure, but you can literally see bone forming to replace the fingers he fucked over.

He also happens to have dark green hair.

Thats fucking Delaware Smash, and he looks like what Midoriya would look like if he was having a middle life crisis.

-Who?-

"C'mon kid, you know you can't win this. You weapon is long gone" he smiles, fetching a knife from his pocket and licking it.

Oh shit, it is. 

FUCK.

It got blown away in the fucking wind.

I don't think I can run, he has 8 extra fingers to fuck me over with, and without any trees to stop me from flying 20 miles into the sky, I will die from the fall.

As I contemplate what to do next, the sound of whistling fills my ears, and I watch as the Deku rip off gets skewered right in the side by an arrow, followed by seven more in quick succession killing him.

I quickly begin running towards the intact tree's for cover, I aint staying in open fields with an archer with a machine gun for a bow on my ass.

I hear arrows hit the ground right behind me as I run and I quickly make it to the trees and take cover.

FUCK.

What now?

-Now would be the best time to summon me, but only if you're confident you can chop off your own arm, and not expend every ounce of mana in your body.-

I would love to do that, but I don't fancy the chance of passing out while in a battle royale, even if you're there. I don't even have anything to cut my own arm off with.

-Well then find your weapon-

I don't even know where that shit is, it got blown to the fucking moon or something.

I once again hear wind whisping and quickly move through the trees as more arrows follow my trail. That archer bitch sure is agile, I look around the tree tops looking for them, but they are far too well masked.

I need a weapon to even have a chance at fighting... that guys knife will do.

I make a sharp turn into the clearing cased up knockoff Deku and run towards his dead body at full speed, looking behind me every once in awhile, watching arrows miss me by mere centimeters.

They clearly arent trying to predict where I will be to account for movement, or maybe they are and just suck ass.

Oh the karma.

I then get shot right in my side, but ignore the arrow and keep running. If I stop I'll be filled with so many arrows I'll look like a sea urchin.

I manage to get to the wind guys body, grab the knife on the ground and continue running. The arrows are still coming from behind me, so I atleast know they are on that side of the forest.

Phew.

Lets do this.

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Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!

Anyway.

Now that I'm writing a character that has to try their hardest to not thinking about the wrong things, I am realizing how hard it is to not think about something while already thinking about it. Its near impossible. 

Hence why sharing such sensitive information so early makes sense to me. You can't hide something from someone in your head. 

If I asked you what your name is, and you tried to not think about your name, you would end up thinking about it unless you have been trained in the mountains by monks to rid yourself of all thoughts, but I doubt that.