.The Trackjacker & The Mockingjay (Katniss Everdeen X F.OC).

-6th Downunder-

"Mutts!" Percy's head snapped towards where the sound was stronger, yanking on arms cuffed to the rail. "They released mutts! We'll die, we'll all die!" Grabbing her head, rocking slightly back and forth.

And boy, was it a hurry after that.

Waking up, getting ready, and just hurrying to leave.

Feet splashing through the water.

Hurried whispers.

A mounting panic.

almost wheezing like cries from the darkness, ethereal in how far they were from them, but more and more real the closer they got.

With Castor's lead, there was a shortcut, this... Small cut through the wall that barely fit a grown man.

Of course, who else but Gale would be the first through, to make sure it is safe, he said, but it was clear to most what he meant.

Percy climbed through near the middle of the group, her hands shaking, trying to keep it together... Fuck... How familiar those cries were familiar, how they haunted her nightmares.

And, Jackson was it? She never learned the lady's name, just as she was climbing through, came a soft but equally surprised yelp as she was yanked out, backwards, seemingly by death itself.

Percy's eyes went wide at the white human-like think sink its teeth deep into her upper arm and tore, strings of flesh still connected as the rest ripped before the rest of the hoard ran in, just moments before an explosive arrow flew past her and through the hole, both to end one suffering and kill many others.

"RUN!!!" 

Castor first, and the rest desperately running after him, their only hope out of this place.

Watching the others shoot into the opening of the tunnels as they moved through, and here she was, nothing but two swords, as he confiscated handgun had long been lost with previously dead members of the squad.

"Ah!"

From above.

The impact set her down face-first into the water with a limb slamming on the back of her head. Oh, how the world loves to try to drown Percy.

Spinning her blade reverse and jabbing backwards, causing the creature to shriek as she pushed up, gasping for air before wrenching the weapon out and getting up.

"Assholes!" She had been left behind, not much, but enough distance that it mattered.

Scrambling up in a sprint and ducking left under the swing of the off-white humanoid mutt without eyes, doing a half swing back to sever through the flimsy ligaments of a leg, but this position forced her to shoulder check into another, sending it down on its back.

Taking her time just enough to aim a stomp down across the throat as she ran ahead.

Two, it was only two of these creatures that separated her from the group, but it was enough to bring fury out.

And have you not learned that making me angry is not the best choice fuckers?!

"Yeah, maybe try not blowing me up!" I yelled, the heat and blast of the explosive arrow throwing me forward and against a rusty metal pipe... Or a conglomerate of it, it amassed in the middle of the room with quite a convenient one in the middle adorned with a ladder.

Spinning around to see Finnick stab one of the mutts before it got me, nodding at him, thank you, before thrusting an arm out and taking another one down with a jab through the skull.

"HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!"

Looking over quickly, seeing the aftermath, Katniss knocked over, Gale had tried to climb the ladder after Castor and Cressida, and Peeta yanked him off it.