The Olympian Games(Percy Jackson/Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 22

The medicine really helped Hunter. He felt, well, alive. He had felt dead earlier, not living. He had felt like he was among the ghosts that had died before him. Hunter never had felt the same though. He felt damaged, from the inside, out. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Hunter can still hear the canons, one signaling each death. There would be more canons, until there would be one tribute left. The victor. Hunter's thoughts were stopped by the horrible, horrible gods.

The earth erupted.

Everyone flew back, right into the water. Hunter, Jessica, Jason, Percy, and River were lucky. Hunter, Jessica, and Jason just flew up, while Percy and River used the water to hoist them up. Percy immediately went to save Annabeth and Jason went to go save his allies. That left Hunter and Jessica to face off River.

"Well! Look at this! The two children of the most stupid god ever trying to face me! You guys have no chance against me! Like, c'mon dot even try!" River yelled.

Jessica rolled her eyes, and without hesitating, she shot an arrow in River's arm. Unfortunately, River could heal herself with the water, so the wound healed right away. River wasn't smart though. Hunter knew that she would use too much of her powers, and then tire out quickly. If she kept controlling that wave... Then, the gods wouldn't stop playing awful, yet fortunate tricks.

All of the water disappeared.

River had been on her wave 50 feet in the air, so she was very unlucky. She fell, screaming the whole way, until her body made impact with the ground. Hunter could hear that awful crunch, meaning that River had broken some bones. Before Hunter could even react, the canon sounded.

Boom

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. 6 deaths overall, each one messing with Hunter's head. How did they die? Why did they have to die in these horrible games? Chaos it was, chaos. Hunter had no idea why the gods had to do this. Why did they have to put innocent kids in a fight to the death? Why? Hunter heard another canon.

Boom

7 innocent demigods dead. Hunter looked down to see a dead body of a girl and a boy with dark hair. Hunter suddenly knew who that dead girl was. It was Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. Hunter saw Percy, laying over her dead body, crying. Hunter knew if Percy won this horrible thing, he would never recover. He never recover. Poor guy.

Hunter recounted the dead tributes. Jack, Ariana, Harry, Clarisse, Tasha, River, and finally, Annabeth. These people would never leave Hunter's memory. His brain got so messed up from that medicine. It helped, but Hunter knew it came with a price. Hunter's life would never be the same. Hunter then realized something. If he won these horrible games, his life would be even more messed up than Percy's would. Hunter would never be the same. Hunter recounted again. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. The sound of the canon would never get out of his head. The screams would never get out of his head. Most of all, the tributes would never get out of his head. Hunter could still remember what day they died, even the hour. Hunter would never be the same.
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No. No, no, no. Percy was officially the most depressed boy ever. John... JOHN! It was partially Leo's fault too, but John was the real reason Annabeth died. John threw his advanced knife at Annabeth, right in the heart.

"NO!" Percy yelled. No... Percy started crying. Percy usually never cried, but when your girlfriend dies, he though it was appropriate. Annabeth... Percy's only love, the only person he truly loved, and now she was gone, gone forever. Percy had dreamt that she would had survived a couple more days, but no. The gods must have been manipulating Percy's dreams. Were they doing that to other demigods? Probably.