Percy Jackson- Shots

PJO/THG Crossover (Part 4)

Hey guys!! Haven't updated this in a while, have I? But yeah, I'm just suggesting that you go read the last part so you remember what happened :)

Enjoy!

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"Luke!" I scream, running out of the cave. "Luke!"

Why am I screaming his name? He is dead. But I continue to scream the name of the tribute. I run until I see it. I body lying on the ground by a tree. I rush up to it, falling to my knees.

"Luke," I gasp. The way he was killed was horrible. Someone had pierced his throat with a spear. Blood is everywhere, on the  ground, on Luke's neck, on his clothes. The bow and arrows that I had given him were on the ground several feet away. But for some reason, the thing that bothers me the most was that the number 12 is written on his forehead in dark red blood. I touch the side of his face gently. Tears run down my cheeks, and the sobs start. As the tears fall from my eyes and land on Luke's body, the blood from his neck turned light pink and cleared away. I decide that I'm not sad- I'm angry. I'm angry at the games. I'm angry at the Capitol. I'm angry at the other tributes. I'm angry at whoever killed Luke. Killed my ally, my friend and my district partner. So I force myself to stop crying. I rip the spear out of Luke's throat and throw it into the trees. Luke's crimson blood flies everywhere, on my face and on my clothes. I let out a scream of frustration and look at Luke. His eyes are open, his mouth a straight line. I look into his eyes, his bright blue eyes. The tears come back. Before I can get into a worse state than I already am, I run my fingers over Luke's eyes gently, closing his eyelids. Never again would I see his eyes. My hand drops from his face and touches the ground lightly. I hardly feel it. My hands are numbing. I have to close my eyes to stop myself from crying. I stand up and open my eyes.

Luke is dead.

I pick up the bow and arrows from the ground. I take one last look at Luke, then turn and walk away before the hovercraft comes to take away his body. I wipe my eyes. I am pathetic- crying in the Hunger Games? Pathetic. I wipe my eyes again, and start to make my way back towards the cave. As soon as I enter it, I know something is wrong. The cave looks... Emptier. I realize it. My supplies are gone. My backpack, my food, my firewood, my dagger and spear, everything. I yell a curse and kick the rocky ground. I knew I should have hid everything like I hid my bow and arrows. I angrily stomp up to the rock that I had hidden my only weapons under, I grab them.

I have to leave this cave, I think. Another tribute- or tributes- knows that I had set up camp here, and  there is no doubt that they would be back. And if they find me in the cave, they will kill me. I grumble another curse and start to walk. Where would I sleep now? I try to think. Come on, Annabeth. I think. I finally see a tree that has enough leaves to hide me. Smiling weakly, I swing my bow and arrows over my shoulder and start to climb. Once I am up, I swing my left leg over a big thick branch and settle down. I zipped my jacket up and wedge my bow and arrows between two branches above my head.

I close my eyes and drift off to sleep again.

When I wake up, I hear growling. My eyes fly open. I can see the sun shining through the leaves and branches of the tree. I look down. There's nothing there. I look around. I can't see anything. It's just your imagination. You need water, I think. I reach for my backpack, then I realize that it's not there. I start to look around for it-maybe it fell out of the tree when I was sleeping. But I soon realize that I did not have by backpack. The tribute stole it along with my weapons. I curse. So I just  gather my bow and arrows and, then climb down from the tree. I hold my bow in my hand.