Percy Jackson- Shots

PJO/THG Crossover! (part 3)

"Seven... Eight... Nine." I close my mouth and lick my dry and chapped lips. That's it. No more deaths for now. Nine deaths the bloodbath. I take a shaky breath, thinking of the young boy that I murdered. I think that he was from district 4. I think of the Career that I cut. I wonder if he's looking for me right now.

Boom.

Another cannon goes off. Ten. Ten deaths in the past five hours. I wonder if Luke made it. I swing my backpack off of my shoulder, open it and let the contents of it tumble out. I see a rope, a dagger, a packet of salty crackers, a circular canteen, which is unfortunately empty. The last item is a pair of sunglasses. I pick up the glasses, wondering how they'll be any use. I reload my backpack, and my stomach groans. I need food. I don't even think about opening my packet of crackers- I'll need those for later on in the games. If I survive. I lick my lips again. They are already drying out. I need water just as much as food. I try to stand up, but I stumble against the side of the cave. I'm weak from dehydration, hunger and running. I stare at  the packet of crackers. My growling stomach takes over, and I remove two from the packet. I nibble on the first one, then swallow the second one almost whole. I pull my jacket back over my shoulders, take my bow and arrows in hand then carefully walk out of the cave.

The sunlight is bright in my eyes. Now I know what the sunglasses are for. I think. I close my eyes for a second, when I hear leaves crunching. My eyes open, and I jump back in the cave, pressing myself against the rock. I see a girl tribute with curly brown hair standing a few feet away from the entrance of the cave. She held a dagger in her hand. The tribute was glaring straight ahead. I recognize her from the training- she is from district 7 and seventeen years old. She stands there for a second, then stiffens and her eyes widen. The girl falls to the ground face first, revealing the knife sticking out of her shoulder. I try not to gasp too loud. A few seconds later, another tribute comes into view. He is tall and lanky, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He pulls the knife out, and the girl twitches. She groans and tries to stand. The boy clutches his knife tightly and raises his knife. I close my eyes and turn just before the blade hits the girl's back.

Boom.

Another fallen tribute. I hear running footsteps, which means that the killer is probably gone. I start breathing again, and I slowly turn forwards. I feel sick at the sight of the dead girl. She is lying face down, arms and legs in weird positions. Her back is largely cut open in several places, probably from where the boy stabbed her. I raise my hand, press three fingers to mouth then hold my hand above my head. I hold the pose for a couple seconds, then lower my hand and walk away from the dead girl. Hopefully she'll be gone by the time I return, I think.

I have only been walking for ten minutes, and I am already boiling hot. I wipe the sweat off of my forehead. I try to conjure up some saliva in my mouth, but it's completely dry. I breath deeply through my nose. I keep walking, when I hear something moving. I jerk myself around, my bow and arrow ready. I expect to see a tribute, but instead a small squirrel is sitting at the base of a tree. I sigh with relief. I pull the arrow back, then let it sink into the squirrel's eye. Picking it up by the arrow and started to make my way back to my cave. I walk in, not even bothering to check if it was empty. I drop my squirrel down, then left the cave again. I gather some wood, then back in my cave, start to make a fire. I'm not supposed to be making a fire, because the smoke would attract other tributes, yada yada yada, but I need a fire to cook my squirrel. The orange and red flames shoot upwards, heating up the cold cave. I cross my arms and sigh. The roaring fire reminds me of the time that Percy and I were camping out in the woods, and we almost got caught by the Peacekeepers. I laugh quietly at the memory. I wonder if Percy is watching me. Since the Games are being constantly recorded, people from each district can watch the Games. I have more memories of Percy. Us hunting, us running around in the woods, going over to each others' houses late at night, us just having fun. The smile on my face fades, and a tear streams down my face. I wipe my cheek and pick up my dagger, ready to skin the squirrel. I stripped off a piece of fur, when I hear someone cursing outside. I freeze. They curse again, I my hand grips around my dagger. The yelling becomes louder- the person is closer. My other hand curls  around the spear lying beside me. I stand up and make my way to the huge entrance of the cave. I see a tall, shadowy figure-a boy- with his back faced to me. I slowly tiptoe up to him, my spear raised. I don't plan to kill him, just injure. Just as I'm about to swipe, the boy turns around and grabs my wrist, holding it in place. I see that he has a large knife in hand, so I swing my dagger across his face before he stabs me. The boy cries in pain, dropping my wrist and pushing me away. His hand covers  his face and he hunches over. I stand there, staring at him, until I realize who he is.