Jellal's POV

Day three of the games and so far seven people are already dead. I'm just keeping to myself since Erza freaked out when I told her my feelings.

I really wish I didn't say that. I mean it was true and all but her wishing me to die after just makes me resent that Bitch. Worst confession ever, eh?

Ive found a nice place to stay, its a cave with a small a little stream of water flowing inside. After hunting I kick my shoes off and sleep against the cool rocks.

I really wish Erza was with me just now. Not so we could hug and whispers sweet nothings. No, no I want to kill her myself. I swear if I see her name in that sky I will kill myself.

After all that I done for her; I taught her how to fight, I comforted her when she was upset, I even promised to help her... I want to grab her by her hair and kill her myself.

I step out of my little cave and go to collect some water. I came across a coconut which I split in half and filled with water. Ive managed to catch a few fish aswell with some homemade spears I fashioned.

Fire is quite risky in the small cave. I could easily burn myself, plus it creates a cloud of smoke which could potentially choke me to death...

"Oi, this way!" A sharp yell pulls me out of my contentment. The boy from District 1's voice echos in my cave. A shuffle of feet is followed then some laughter. How can people laugh at a time like this? I question. Thank god I didn't light a fire tonight...

"Hey I found some water!" I hear a girls voice getting nearer and nearer. The splashing of feet follows.

"Hey Rogue pass me the flasks!" A boys voice quivers. They are right outside... I clasp my hand over my mouth to quiet down my breath. A twig snaps behind me as I lean backwards again the stone wall.

"Did you guys hear that?" Another voice sounds. This time I know the voice, it belonged to that boy from District 11, Rogue Cheney.

"Ssh..." His voice gets closer and closer. His footsteps begin to echo off of th walls. 

"Its nothing." Stings voice begins to sound agitated.

"But," Rogue is ready to protest.
"Come along darling." I hear  the purr of a females voice. Is that Erza? My mind spins with anger. Im ready to jump out of this cave to grab her throat.

"Okay Minerva." I hear Rogues voice calmly agree. I peep my head between the rocks of the cave to see a group of four people running across the river away from me.
I take a sigh in relief. My heart stops thundering and I begin to relax to how much i can relax to these days.

I shuffle my numb feet against the gritty ground to try and find comfort but to no avail. With the tiny bit of strength I have left I push myself up. It is dark outside for daytime. This arena so full of colour just looks like an empty canvas in my eyes.

I take care and walk slowly incase there are some lurkers in the trees.

Suddenly a little Robin with a scarlet breast lands beside me. It tweet in harmony to the dead air around us. I stare at the little bird. It's brown beady eyes glimmer at me like its smiling.

"The only sense of hope Ive seen in these games." I say to myself admiring the creature. No sooner it lands before it takes off.
"Well now I have no hope." I laugh to myself and sit down on some rocks.

Erza's POV

I stand alone, well hopefully alone in amongst the thick layers of never ending pine. My head rambles off thoughts of my death, I mean someone could just be hiding behind these trees ready to make the kill. Would I even be prepared? I grip tighter onto my sword at the thought.

I'm one of those people who have trouble expressing my emotions. This seems to make me look angry all of the time, or say things in the wrong context or even say things I don't mean.

When this happens I instantly am hit with a pang of regret and my mind floods with guilty thoughts. I didn't mean to say what i did to Jellal, he probably hates my guts now.

I was embarrassed. Him announcing something like that on TV. Everyone in the capitol knows now and everyone back in district 2. My face redens at the thought. I really didn't mean to say I hoped he would die though, thats to far. I mean I sort of have tiny little inscie wincy whiny meanie teeny feelings for him... I think.

I never know when I like someone. I go through an emotional roller coaster of feeling for them like love, anger, sadness and nervousness but I never truly know my feelings for a person.

Maybe I'm just oblivious to love? Maybe cupid never noticed me to pang me in the heart with his arrow to cause endless heart throbs...

I trot my feet through the thick layers of mud on the ground. Each step squelches in the muck causing a trail of footsteps to form behind me...

I decide to take a small break and sit against a tree stump. I dump my sword on the ground and stare to the grey sky.

Words and thoughts escape me as I sit relaxed, defenseless and completely oblivious.

"This would be the perfect time for someone to come to kill me." I say to myself.

Suddenly a little Robin perches itself beside me on the fallen branches of the tree. Its round brown eyes twinkle and glimmer.

"How did this little creature get inside the arena?" I mumble. It begins to peck at the stump with its small beak until it comes across a few ants.

"Feast well little bird... as if tommorow you may be the one feasted upon." I sigh to myself as tears fall down my cheeks