The Sirens Song

Chapter 14

Each time Percy killed he'd get more ruthless. His tactics changing, never staying the same. He took his time with each life he took. The only thing that stayed the same was the spark of fire within his eyes, the stoicism, the hard set determination he held onto. That kept him going through it all. 

Until it was now only four of them left. 

The only question that was left to be asked was how long until it would only be one? Or how long until the game makers decided to force them all to go to the cornucopia to kill each other until the last one was standing and surviving?

Something told me my brother already had a plan for that as he was already heading in the direction of the cornucopia with his weapons that he had collected from the tributes that had fallen, due to him, plus his own and Abigail's spear.

I was curled up into Finnick's side as we watched my brother making his way through the swamp observing his surroundings while listen to every little noise that he could hear. Although I couldn't help the worry that was eating away at me for my brother.

He looked exhausted. Blood splattered on him barely any of his own, clothes slightly ripped due to either getting caught on sharp low hanging branches or from who knows what.

What if he doesn't make? What if the exhaustion takes over him and he loses the will to fight?

As if sensing my spiraling thoughts Finnick gently laid his head on top of mine, stopping them before they could continue further.

"He'll survive," he murmured causing me to hum in response.

I didn't really know what all to say to that. Because what can you say when you know the only last remaining member of your family is in emotional pain and who knows what else. While being exhausted for not giving himself a single break since his district partners death.

So, I just turned back to watching my brother making his way to the cornucopia. Although when he did reach the area where the cornucopia was located he didn't even waste a moment and just kept walking towards it. Like he knew he was the only one there in that point in time.

When he reached the cornucopia he some how managed to start climbing it as he made his way to the top. Once reaching the top he took all the weapons off himself placing them behind him. All except for his machete that was still strapped to his back while unconsciously twirling Abigail's spear around in his hand as he stood on the top looking out around the area. Waiting for any indications that anyone was coming. Like a Wolf lying in wait for it's prey to get close.

Percy must have noticed something as the sound of a canon went off causing him to stop twirling the spear as he lowered himself onto the roof of the cornucopia as he waited as he saw both of the remaining tributes of One and Two break out of the tree line of the swamp.

"So, it's just between you and I now Pettina," the tribute of Two whose name is Luke said as the two of them sized each other up not noticing my brother who slowly went back to standing.

"Learn how to count dumbass," my brother snipped as he looked at them with an unimpressed look.

"How are you still alive? Thought the gators would have killed you by now, or at least another tribute," Pettina commented as her and Luke turned to look up at where my brother stood.

"Nah. Honestly I'm actually shocked," Percy shrugged now with a bored look.

"Oh really? Here comes the excuses," Luke stated, which caused Percy to raise a brow.

"Not at all baldy. What I'm saying is, I'm actually shocked that you thought you would ever beat me with this loser shit."

The two tributes on the ground pulled out their weapons, Luke with his scythe and Pettina with her sickles. Percy rolled his eyes in exasperation as he jumped down from the cornucopia as he also rolled to minimize the ground shock. When Percy got to his feet he was quick to kick Pettina in the gut to get her away from him before he ducked under the swing of the scythe, while simultaneously swiping Luke's feet out from beneath him.

When Percy had righted himself, he was about to unsheathe his machete only to stop at the sound of Pettina's war cry. Resulting in Percy to turn slightly as he also leant back narrowly avoiding having a sickle take his eye out. Although he was quick enough to grab her arm and yank her towards him before maneuvering to have her arm pinned behind her back. To the point where it was either really uncomfortable or incredibly painful and if he moved it any higher it would more than likely break as she let out a pained grunt. 

Finnick and I watched not certain if either one of us was still breathing, as Luke got back to his feet picking up his discarded weapon before promptly spinning while swinging the scythe in the direction of my brother as Luke and one other got sprayed by an onslaught of blood. 

Except it was Pettina who if she had been any closer she would have been completely headless. Except she was only nearly headless.

Percy didn't even hesitate to let the corpse of the District One tribute fall to the swampy floor. While unsheathing his machete as he used it to block a wide swing of the scythe. Even though I have a funny feeling he was just toying with Luke as he could have easily avoided it and killed him. In other words my brothers playing with his victim.

"You know I wasn't finished tormenting her yet," Percy told Luke with a tone full of malice with a hint of amusement.

"If anyone gets to kill you it's me and I won't have her be in the way of my victory," Luke sneered.

Percy just raised a brow before a smirk made it's way onto his face.

"By the way. What happened to your partner?" Percy questioned maliciously.  

Luke looked confused for a second before realization slowly made it's way onto his face.

I think he just realized that quite a few of the people who were killed were done by my brother. If the look of slight horror on his face was to say anything before blinding anger took over. Which probably made him sloppier than he already was.

Luke took another swing at my brother who dodged it only to grab a hold of the scythes long handle before yanking it towards himself as it caused Luke to stumble forward as the side of the machetes cool blood stained blade pressed against the side of his neck. 

Except Percy didn't slit his throat like most would probably think instead he brought his knee up and kneed Luke in the gut causing him to stumble back. Percy then did something else unexpected as he threw his machete to the side carelessly as he rolled his shoulders before quickly punching Luke in the face then making his way behind him and kicking the back of his knee. Which caused Luke to fall to his knees, Percy then grabbed the back of Luke's head and with quite a bit of strength slammed Luke's face forward with quite a pick of force.

Percy then walked away as he picked up Abigail's spear as Luke rolled onto his back as he let out a pained laugh.

"What too much of a coward to kill me. Just like you did to, what was her name? Abigail? Does your sister know how much of a coward you really are," Luke tried to get a reaction out of my brother apart from he didn't.

Percy stood above him with a bored look as he rolled his eyes.

"My sister knows who I really am. That's all I care about. The only thing keeping me going. I didn't need millions of reasons to fight. Not when I have a sister like Gwyneira waiting at home for me," Percy finally sneered as he raised the spear above his head.

Before Luke could say anything else Percy embedded the spear deep into Luke's chest with a roar of absolute rage. Finally allowing that rage he felt to be released in that exact moment.

We all watched in baited breathe for who knows what. Only to hear the canon go off signifying the death of the tribute of two.

I couldn't be bothered listening anymore as Finnick cheered in absolute relief as he jumped to his feet at the fact my brother was still alive. That he survived his games.

Only three relived words slipped past my lips as I watched my brother stand tall.

"He's coming home."