Disclaimer : Oh, God. If you still can’t figure it out, I have no idea what to say.
Percy’s POV
I’d love to say that I faced the mutt with my sword and/or knife.
Or at least save myself by climbing the Cornucopia.
It’s a basic fight or flight reaction, right?
But no.
I had to stay rooted to the ground.
And I may have peed a little.
“ It’s nice to see you again, Percy Jackson,” the mutt – THALIA! – says, its mouth curling over its fangs. Its electric blue eyes glint with malice. “ I’ve missed you.”
“ I…I…don’t know what to say,” I say, my voice getting stuck in the throat. “ I’m….”
“ Aww…you’re tongue-tied,” she says, her tone mocking. “ No matter. I’m not here for silly chit chats or stupid reunions. No,” she bares her fangs, “ I’m here for revenge!”
She let loose a loud howl (let’s hope it’s not for a backup squad or something) before lunging at me. Right on cue, my legs got the same burst of energy as before and I ran as fast as I could towards the Cornucopia. Katniss is on it, screaming at me to go faster. Cato is standing 10 feet from her, staring at me in horror.
I rip my knife out of its sheath and as soon as I’m near enough the Cornucopia, I jump as high and strong as I could and plunge the knife into the metal, using it to hoist myself up faster.
Sure, the method is pretty neat and probably effective, but unfortunately, I wasn’t fast enough. As soon as the knife sinks into the metal, I felt something sink into my legs and pain blinds me for a minute.
I hear Katniss scream and the whizz of an arrow and just like that, the clamping sensation is gone. But something else detaches itself from my legs (or leg). I’m dazed with so much pain that I didn’t feel Katniss pulling me up. I roar in pain when I feel her touch the wound the fangs made on my legs.
“ I’m sorry,” she apologizes, stroking my cheeks. My vision clears and I could see her pale face, merely a few inches from mine. “ I’m sorry I didn’t pull you up fast enough.”
“ How…how bad is it?” I pant, trying to stay focused. “ What did I lose?”
She lowers her head, not wanting to meet my eyes. “ The mutt ripped your left leg off.”
“ The broken one?” She nods. “ Oh, well. I couldn’t exactly stand up straight with it anyway, right?” I say, my joke feeble. She half-smiles. “ Don’t worry. When we get out of here, they’ll fix me with a fake leg or something.”
“ They’d better,” she mumbles.
“ Why are you guys so confident that the both of you will make it out of this place alive and in one piece?” another voice asks, sending me into fits of terror. “ Haven’t you even considered the possibility of me killing the both of you?”
“ Stay away from us, you retard!” Katniss screams at him, bringing her bow and arrow up, the arrow pointing directly at Cato’s heart. “ You take another step and this will go straight into your heart.”
He guffaws, his eyes glinting with malice. “ Why should I be afraid of a little girl with a bow and an arrow?” he asks, taking another step towards us. “ I have the upper hand here. You have to defend both yourself and your darling boyfriend there whereas me, I am as free as..as a..um ….” he stops, his brows scrunching up, trying to think of a good hyperbole.
