The Wrath Of Games (Percy Jackson Hunger Games Crossover)

The Wrath of Games: Part I: Percy VI

Her:

Her blood turns to ice... She knows, she feels. She knows that... she... should... know... him...

Wait. No.

She knows him.

Somehow.

His hair, his eyes, his face, stature, and smile...

In the back of the recesses of her mind, she knows him. How is that? She doesn't know that either.

Her frustration is great, and her eyes flash dangerously — like lightning.

She's left in the dark about this mysterious man, a place she knows well. A place that he had saved her from long ago, a place that she occasionally strays unknowingly back in to. He had waited patiently for her; he had guided her out of the maze that locked her in her mind just so he could love her when she broke free.

She had broken free, with his help.

She loves him. She loves him so much. He sings to her, combs his hand through her hair when he knows she is feeling down. She gets lost in his beautiful eyes all the time, a raging storm and an unsolvable puzzle.

He alone can calm her down, when her panic attacks seize her with iron fists. All he has to do is hold her, and her nightmares flee, her panic slumbers. She is drawn to him in so many ways, his eyes, the orbs that reflect genuine love, the smile of his that she loves, and the mussed hair that refuses lie flat.

He loves her. She knows this to be true.

But she knows him, as well, and that causes icy pangs of dread in her heart.

In the split second she saw his face, something in her mind buzzed instantaneously. Was he from her past? Her great and terrible past? Was he before him? Was he before the games and trials that scarred her? Was he?

She does not know. All is void — a blank and empty landscape.

She cannot remember anything, a dark cloud hovers like a fearsome guard. She throws herself at the mental barrier in her mind trying to shatter it. But it fails, as most things do.

Then her mind conjures up the picture of him, he is running in earnest to the stage, his face is a contortion of feelings. Love? Anger? Defiance?

She does not feel joy or sadness or anger at seeing him. She feels the emotion of fear.

She fears him. She fears what his presence may signify...what the true meaning of him is. She knows he is different, and that alone sets him miles apart from what others believe and hold as their standards. Still, she fears a monumental change.

But fear is not new to her, and she knows he will never let anything happen to her, simply because he loves her.

She knows him.

She does not know what he can do, why he is here. She knows him from some place, and she believes that if she can find a way around the mental barrier, she might find a piece of the answer.

She knows she will never find the whole answer, she can't. The whole answer cannot be found; it is bound up with the spare key thrown out. Only one person has the master key.

She knows him. She fears him.

But maybe this is why she has been locked up, is she crazy?