Finn the Human- Son of Zeus

The 77th Games

HAZEL
We all stared at the ground below us, traumatized at what we have seen, as we floated in the sky on Orgalorg, or something like that. We just lost a member of the crew, and we had no idea where we were heading. In my head, I heard a voice, much like my father's, but way deeper, and it seemed to said,"one down... twelve to go." And I shivered.

"What's wrong?" Frank, who was next to me asked.

"I... I don't know.. It seems like... Something bad is about to happen..." I replied.

"It's gonna be alright," he said calmly,"we went through so much, we can get through this too!"

I smiled, Frank always calmed me down when I'm distressed.

"Urgh guys, do you notice that 'no flying transportation' sign there? Isn't Orca Lorde here considered a flying transportation?" Leo burst out.

"Huh, I didn't notice that sign I last came here, a few decades ago." Orgalorg replied, continuing to fly into the area.

"Well, things change."

"I'm sure there's nothing to worr-" ZING, an arrow shot interrupted Orgalorg, and we fell.

"NO! Orgalorg!" Finn shouted, Orgalorg was shot, and golden ichor (God Blood) spewed from his face.

"Oh shoot, I'm sorry guys, something is up, and a voice in my head tells me to go back to Olympus and heal myself..." Orgalorg said.

And POOF, he was gone. We were left free falling down to whomever shot the arrow straight at Orgalorg.

"WHY DOES EVERYONE WHO SEEM GOOD DISAPPEAR!" Leo shouted at the top of his lungs.

BAM. We hit the ground, fortunately unharmed. But we were surrounded with a bunch of people staring straight at us, weapons drawn.

"Umm, we were just passing guys.." Leo said nervously, "Please don't eat us."

"No one passes District 13 accidentally, you are here with a purpose." A woman, probably 19, said with a fierce tone. She had a tag on her shirt, I couldn't really read it.

"Wait, you know why we are here?" I asked.

"Yes, of course we do, you all have one sole purpose here.." A man said, who also had a name tag on his shirt, it read, 'Peeta Mellark, survived 74th, 75th and 76th Hunger Games.'

"Oh no," I heard Annabeth gasp, and I know why. We were both very intense Hunger Games fans, and we know exactly why we are here.

The woman, smiled, with a cold, evil look on her face, "Welcome tributes, to the 77th annual Hunger Games..."

Cages slammed down on us, and a mist cloud was sprayed onto us, I felt sleepy, and each and every one of us collapsed.

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Leo
I woke up on a really huge bed and on the other bed was Simon, the son of Boreas. Boreas... Big nope for me. This guy? He seemed cool.......heh, cool.

"Where are we?" He asked.

"I have no idea, but I do not need Hazel or Annabeth to explain what's happening... We are fighting to death."

"What?!" Simon seemed incredibly shocked, "why?"

"I'm asking that myself, it seems like everything wants us to die." I replied

"We have to figure a way to get out of here, maybe your fire thing works."

The walls seemed like extremely thick metal, but it was worth a try.

I spent nearly 15 minutes burning the walls, but there was nothing but a scratch there.

"Bargh," I exclaimed,"We're stuck in here."

The room was pretty small, with steel walls on either side except for one, which was covered in probably bulletproof glass, Simon spent an hour trying to break it with his ice sword he magically makes.

Outside the glass was a huge arena, and 11 more steel rooms like ours surrounding it, and I bet it was the rest of our crew, though we had 12 people, Hunger Games had 24..

On the ceiling of the room was a giant hatch, which was loosely screwed, that was either intentional, or someone messed up serious bad. I unscrewed the hatch's lid, and above was a jetpack-like thing.

"Can you pry that out, with an ice crowbar or something?" I asked Simon.

"Sure thing," and as if he's done it a lot, sculpted an ice crowbar and pulled the jetpack out.

"Shucks, there's a cover, no openings above the jetpack.." I murmured.

"Maybe the jet can help break us out." Simon suggested.

"Nah, if my fire can't burn through this steel, I bet this jet's can't. And plus, jet fuel can't melt steel beams." I smiled at my own joke, but Simon didn't get it. Sad things about being stuck in a weird dimension full of Mist lies.

We paced around the room, and Simon sat on the bed, all hope lost. And finally, I saw a small crack in the hatch.

"Simon, make some ice tools would ya," I said to Simon, "I'm gonna engineer our way outta here."

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A/N Yay! New Chapter! Tell me what you think about this 'Hunger Games' thing, I want to make it last at least 3-4 Chapters long, tell me what you think and how much Hunger Games should I include!