Game Over
Summary: We may have been reaped for the 13th annual Hunger Games, but only some of us were playing the game.
WARNING: Major Fricking Character Death. Like, can you read? Hunger Games!
Tributes, Ages, and Districts: Hazel Levesque 13, and Octavian Mills 17, (1 - Luxury) / Annabeth Chase 16, and Luke Castellan 18, (2 - Masonry) / Charles Beckendorf 18, and Lou Ellen Mage 12, (3 - Electricity) / Perseus Jackson 15, and Rachel Elizabeth Dare 16, (4 - Fishing) / Jason Grace 15, and Thalia Grace 16,(5 - Power) / Leo Valdez 15, and Khione Frost 17, (6 - Transportation) / Clarisse La Rue 18, and Grover Underwood 13, (7 - Lumber) / Drew Tanaka 14, and Chris Rodriguez 18, (8 - Textiles) / Travis Stoll 18, and Kathrine Gardner 17, (9 - Grain) / Frank Zhang 16, and Piper Mclean 15 (10 - Livestock) / Zoe Nightshade 14, and Ethan Nakamura 17, (11 - Farming) / Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano 17, and Nico di Angelo 14, (12 - Mining)
Previous Victors (In order of win): 1st – Hades Shade 18 (D12), 2nd – Poseidon Agua 17 (D4), 3rd Jupiter Olympi 16 (D5), 4th – Athena Gray 17 (D2), 5th – Mars Armed 18 (D10), 6th – Artemis Knight 14 (D11), 7th – Hermes Caduceus 16 (D8), 8th – Hephaestus Macine 18 (D3), 9th – Apollo Sky 15 (D1), 10th – Demeter Grass 17 (D9), 11th – Ares Marlom 18 (D7), 12th – Nemesis Venge 18 (D6)
Notes: Since it is the 13th Game, there is only one mentor for each district. In this AU, there can be no volunteers. Some of the gods are genderbent because I didn't think the publicist would be a man. No offense. I would like you guys to tell me who you would rather me kill. I will try to put every ones POVs in there, especially if they are part of the action taking place. My chapters will hopefully exceed 1k words and each POV will have a 500+ word length before being switched. If I want to fit 24 POVs, it won't be easy, sorry. This AU of the pjo is all human. Panem is actually named Titan. The President is Terra Gaea and the game maker is Kronos Thyme. Enjoy and please review.
Hazel
If there was something worse than being of colored skin in a district full of white people, it was being an orphan in a district full of families. Sadly, both of those things applied to Hazel.
Hazel was thirteen years old. Her mother had died giving birth to Hazel and the Capitol of Titan had abducted Hazel and spit her out into District 1, the luxury district. She was born 6 months prior to the first Hunger Games.
The Hunger Games were a tradition used to punish the districts for a revolution they had caused exactly thirteen years ago. Twenty-four children of ages 12 to 18 were reaped every year and forced to fight to the death in an arena. Only one survived.
"There used to be thirteen districts," Ms. Minerva had told the class one day, "but District 13 revolted and was destroyed." Titan, which was the name of the country, had made huge advances in technology when they first took over North America. The Capitol was in control of Titan and all the districts. Some of the districts had huge numbers in poverty and lacked food. The Capitol? It was rich in every sense of the word. At least that's what Hazel understood.
Even though District 1 was favored by the Capitol, they only favored the people who made progress. One third of the district people collected rare metals, the second third used those rare metals to create all sorts of luxury products, and the last third made a living by selling things everyone needs. Any poverty in the district lived on the outskirts of the manufacturing area.
The district was large and just like the people, it was divided in three. The largest section found and manufactured all the goods and shipped them to the Capitol. The second largest was where the majority of District 1 lived. This was where Hazel lived in the district orphanage. It was in the center of the district, and all of the shops were found there. The mayor of District 1, Mayor Grant Heracles, lived in the big house that made up one side of the plaza. He was an arrogant man who had affairs with various women, none of them his wife, Hebe Heracles.
The smallest section of the district was a collection of big and luxurious houses. Only one of those houses was lived in. They were for the Victors of the games. Apollo Sky lived in that house with his little sister, Arty Sky. Apollo won the 4thnd Games at age sixteen. His parents had died in a freak accident when one of the jewelry factories caught fire. Hazel had been too young to watch his games, but Ms. Minerva had told the class all about him. He was now twenty-five years old.
You might think since Hazel was still thirteen that the orphanage would provide her with her needs. Actually, not quite. There was only one other orphan in the orphanage: Sammy Valdez(1). Sammy and Hazel were fed two meals a day by a peace keeper who ran the orphanage. They were given two changes of clothes. They were given nothing else but a room in which to live in. They had one blanket each but no bed or pillow. After school (which was free), they were forced to work in the factory till six o'clock. Then a meal and off to bed. They never got lunch. Her name was in the bowl 6 times due to the need for tesserae, grain you got for putting your name in the bowl again.
For the wealthiest district (as Ms. Minerva had told them District 1 was the wealthiest) it didn't put all that much effort into orphans.
Sammy and Hazel made the best of it though. They laughed (thank Sammy for that), they did small jobs for the wealthier people in town and made a little extra cash, and they stayed together. Last Christmas Sammy had bought Hazel a couple pieces of drawing paper and some crayons and Hazel had kissed him on the cheek.
Although it wasn't the best life, Hazel sure didn't want it to be ruined.
(1-Sammy and Leo can have the same last name because they are twins separated by the war)
Octavian
"Oy, Dakota, get out of my way," Octavian snarled. Although he was the size of a tooth pick and barely 6 feet tall, Dakota listened to him. The guy moved to the side and let him stab the dummy that hung there.
It was better that way. Octavian knew that if they were going to start a fight, Dakota was most likely going to win. Plus, fighting wasn't his style. He'd rather talk his way out of trouble and talk his enemy's way into humiliation and cowardice.
Here in District 1, nobody liked a coward. In some ways, Octavian could be categorized as one. And that's why he was abusing some dummy in the middle of the training center. Because cowardice was a thing he despised, especially in himself.
When he was certain that the dummy was broken down into fluff, Octavian turned around and faced Gwendolyn Rashely.
"See? Any idiot can stab someone. It takes a person with a certain level of intelligence to stay alive." Octavian sneered at Gwen.
The two were in the middle of an argument about the Hunger Games and the statement that sent the two at each other's throats had come out of Dakota's mouth not five minutes ago.
"Anyone can win the games," he had said. That of course, started an uproar.
Gwen gave Octavian a big fat smirk. "An idiot like you wouldn't last an hour in those games. You don't even take them seriously. I bet if they let us volunteer they would hear you all over Titan."
She did a bad imitation of Octavian, "I volunteer! I volunteer!"
The people around them laughed. Octavian really wished he had an ounce of muscle to use against Gwen. But he didn't, not quite.
Octavian narrowed his eyes and steamed. "Oh, shut up!"
Gwen was about to say something else when Hylla, the best trainer in District 1, interrupted, "What's going on here?"
When no one said anything, she snorted. "Just as I thought. Now, if you don't plan on doing anything useful, get out."
Everyone obeyed. Hylla wasn't the type of person you wanted to whoop your ass the day before the reaping.
Yes, Octavian couldn't believe it. Tomorrow was the start of the 13th annual Hunger Games.
Octavian left the training center and walked back to his home. He lived with his Aunt Delphi in a small two story house. His aunt chose not to work at the factory and instead had her own shop in the plaza. A small perfumery that made surprisingly good business.
Octavian loved his aunt. She told him stories of what it was like before the war. He was only 4 years of age when he was left parentless and under the care of his aunt in District 1. She told him myths of gods and monsters and lives that were lost thousands of years ago.
When he finally arrived home, Octavian let himself in and called a greeting to his aunt before heading upstairs and into his room. He opened a closet door and quickly pulled out what he had prepared months ago.
A purple dress shirt and beige dress pants. Brown, clean shoes and a plain white undershirt.
This is what he would wear tomorrow. This is what he would look like when he stood in front of the entire country of Titan.
Octavian prayed to any god that could hear him that his name would be reaped. After all, it was in the bowl 25 times.
Annabeth
Miranda's kick nearly hit its target before Annabeth stopped it. She threw a right hook toward her opponents chin but found it blocked. She brought back her hand just in time to block the kick to her ribs and grabbed Miranda's foot. She fainted a punch with her left hand and pulled Miranda's leg under her while the girl was distracted. Annabeth let go of the girl's foot and tackled her.
Miranda pushed one of her knees between them and kneed Annabeth hard in the gut. Using the distraction to her advantage, Miranda soon had her fore arm to Annabeth's throat and her knee on her chest.
Annabeth however, saw the chink in Miranda's hold and slipped her hand out of the girl's grasp, punching her square in the face. She pushed her off and stood.
"You good?" Annabeth asked, the string of cuss words coming from Miranda signifying the end of the battle.
A moan could be heard from the girl on the ground. "The next time you ask me if I want you to go easy on me, ignore whatever comes out of my mouth and do it," she said. She slowly took the hand being offered to her and stood up. "Gods, Annabeth."
Annabeth chuckled and ignored the urge to say, "I told you so." Instead, she said, "Will do. You still up for another round?"
Miranda chuckled and brought her hand up to her eye. "I don't think so. I'll be lucky if my eye isn't purple tomorrow."
"I'm so–," Annabeth tried but her friend interrupted her.
"No, you're not, so shut up. Here comes Luke. Go show him what you can do." Miranda winked at her.
"He can do what I do twice as easily. Have you seen him? And don't wink at me. You know I'm over him."
"Whatever you say, Princess," Miranda smirked at me and left, still holding her eye.
Because Annabeth's uncle, Daedalus Chase, was the mayor of District 2, her friends insisted on calling her princess. Annabeth was no princess. She was a warrior. She understood why the Games had been put into action and didn't exactly agree. But she did agree that she was not going to die. If she were to be reaped, she would go for the win.
Annabeth may have spent half her time reading and daydreaming and the other half training and getting stronger, but all of her time was devoted to survival. It was true, she might never get reaped. But it was also true that her name was in the reaping bowl 15 times. To her, it didn't matter if she would never get reaped. It mattered that she did her best.
Annabeth's fatal flaw was pride, and anyone could see that.
"Annabeth!"
Annabeth turned to the sound of Luke's voice calling her. He was on the other side of the training room and was beckoning her over. She jogged to his side.
With him were a couple of their friends, Jake Manson, Lee Fletcher, Phoebe Hunter, and Nancy Bobofit. Annabeth didn't really know any of them very well and neither looked to. Luke sent her a smile.
"Princess," he winked at her, "You wanna show these losers how it's done?"
"Call me princess one more time and it won't be much of a show," Annabeth sneered at him. He seemed to accept the challenge and walked over to the armory. A couple seconds later he walked out with a sword and a dagger.
"Which one, Princess?" he asked Annabeth.
She didn't give him an answer and took the dagger from his hand.
Even if she was never reaped, it was moments like these that Annabeth lived for.
Luke
After almost beheading him, Annabeth managed a kick to his gut. Luke was pushed back slightly but quickly recovered. He ducked her next punch and swung his sword towards her thigh. She blocked and parried, panting. Luke wasn't tired yet and tried a disarming maneuver. Annabeth kept her hold on the dagger and fainted. Luke didn't go for the feint and hit the flat of his blade against her dagger, pushing her back.
Their blades were crossed, both pushing against the other with equal strength. Luke saw how her eyes widened at their proximity and almost laughed. He forgot that Annabeth had a crush on him. He didn't like playing dirty (Ok, maybe he did) but slowly brought their faces closer. They were an inch apart when Luke disarmed her.
Annabeth realized what had happened and glared daggers at him. "Son of a-"
"Now, now, Princess, calm down," Luke cooed, happy that he had beat her. He turned around to face his friends. "Enjoy the show?"
His friends laughed.
Out of nowhere, Luke felt an excruciating pain on his cheek. Annabeth had dove at him with her dagger and cut his cheek.
He turned around to face her. She was panting, slightly hunched over and there was murder in her eyes. "Do. Not. Call. Me. That."
Luke was outraged. "You little bitch! You'll regret that, Annabeth."
"I'm sure I will," Annabeth stomped out of the training room, throwing the dagger out before leaving.
"Luke! Are you ok?" Nancy Bobofit's squeaky voice asked.
Luke turned to face her, his hand holding his cheek. "I'm fine. Practice without me; I've got to talk to my father."
They called goodbye to him as he exited the room. Immediately, Luke went left. The training center was a five minute walk from his house. When he got to a big gray house that had a broken mailbox, he knocked.
Luke's mother answered the door. May Castellan let her son in with a smile. "Oh, Luke! Your home. There's a hot bath waiting for you up–"
"Where's my father?" Luke asked.
His mother's face became slightly nervous and she hunched her back slightly. "He, he's not home, honey. He had some work to do with the mayor."
Luke's anger boiled.
"Luke, honey, what happened to your cheek? Do you need–"
"No. Do you know where dad left his computer?" Luke demanded, trying not to yell.
You see, Luke's family was quite wealthy because his father was the Mayor's secretary. Because of this, Luke's family had a computer. Which was rare. Very rare.
"He took it with him, I think."
"Useless bitch," Luke muttered, low enough for his mother not to hear.
"But there's a bath for you upstairs, honey, just go ahead. Then we'll see what I can do with that cut," May touched her son on the shoulder.
"Don touch me," Luke exclaimed. He got out of his mother's grab and stomped upstairs. The bath was, indeed, ready for him.
Luke closed the bathroom door and took off his shirt. Something caught his eye in the mirror.
It was just one of his scars. He had plenty, thanks to years living under this roof.
The scar was thin and a lighter skin tone than Luke's usual tan. The girls Luke had sex with never really noticed, thinking it was his training scars. Tomorrow his name would be in the reaping bowl 28 times. If he went into the games, someone would notice his scars. But Luke didn't care anymore.
Nothing of the sort. Luke snorted and continued to undress, letting his thoughts run to his injury.
Annabeth Chase had opened a cut she really should have left closed. Luke might have been heartless at times, but Annabeth was like his sister. In fact, with the amount of women his dad slept with, Luke wouldn't be surprised if she was. But Luke said she would regret this and sister or not, he always kept his word.
Charles
Charles hadn't meant to become a thief. Really, he didn't. And this little plan of his really shouldn't have occurred the day before the reaping. Definitely not.
Selena didn't think it was a great plan either, according to the look on her face when he showed her all the broken weapons and tools Charles had managed to steal from the recycling unit at the junkyard of District 3.
Selena and Charles had been on a romantic walk through District 3's polluted plaza when his girlfriend thought it'd be cool to find out where all the junk that District 3 didn't approve of got thrown. Maybe, since Charles Beckendorf could fix almost anything, he'd be able to get them some electronic device from the capitol for free.
None of them could afford it anyway. Selena was seventeen and she worked with her family in her father's candy shop. This usually resulted in free candy and sweets on their dates. Charles could live with that.
Charles, however, worked for the Capitol, fixing broken electronics they sent back to get reprogrammed or fixed. Most residents of District 3 could only start working when they became nineteen. Charles was an exception. At their school they had tests determining what part of the district's labor you could participate in and Charles had passed in all categories with perfect.
Since the Capitol took a chance when they saw one, they immediately took him out of school and placed him in the system. He even got paid.
Charles didn't mind since it meant he could support his family. His dad still worked, but having 4 children was difficult for anyone. But he was still reaped. His name had 34 chances of being called.
"Charles Beckendorf! Put those where you found them right this moment!" Selena whispered, slapping him on the arm. Charles chuckled.
"Relax, Selena!" he told his girlfriend. "We can hide them in your basement, and I'll fix them up!"
"And if they catch us?" Selena actually sounded serious. "How are we gonna kiss with no tongues, huh? Beckendorf, get rid of it."
This threw Charles through a loop. She never called him Beckendorf unless he had screwed up big time. And the Avox (A person who serves the Capitol and has had their tongue cut off) comment completely turned his mood.
"I cant, ok? They almost caught me on the way back. You know the fence around the junkyard? Its powered."
Selena didn't know how to respond to that. She didn't have to though, because the next thing they both knew, a peacekeeper was walking towards them.
Selena nudged him furiously and Beckendorf had the green bag holding the broken weapons zipped up in record time. Selena tried to look casual and hugged him.
"I love the outfit you got me!" she said into his ear so that the peacekeeper, who already looked confused, could hear her.
"I'll take it, give it to me," she then whispered when she leant to press a kiss to his cheek.
Charles did as he was told and handed his girlfriend the bag, a fake smile plastered to his face.
"I'll see you later then?" he asked, unsurely.
"Tomorrow. Come to my house before the reaping," She said seriously, and Charles nodded.
"Will do, bye Selena," he said.
"Bye Charles," she replied with a sincere smile.
Charles never should've become a thief. As we all know, thieves usually get caught.
Lou Ellen
"Last reminder, class! Be in your finest clothes tomorrow. Girls, that means dresses and skirts. Boys, dress shirts and clean shoes for all of you. Class dismissed!" Ms. Elpis fit in right before the bell rang.
Lou Ellen would be lying if she said she wasn't the first one out.
She ran out of the school, it was the last day of class. The games would officially begin in a week and tomorrow was reaping day. Tomorrow was reaping day.
That terrified Lou Ellen.
Her name would be in there only once. But that was enough. She had turned twelve only two weeks ago and desperately hoped they didn't consider her old enough. Maybe she could lie about her age?
She could be pretty convincing. Her dad had never won a single argument against her. Her little brother, Butch, did everything she wanted him to do.
One day Lou Ellen had told him to never grow up. She had been ranting to her nine-year old brother about the Games. She was telling him how scared she was. She had made him pinky promise not to grow up.
"Cross my heart, swear to die, and pinky promise not to grow up, Lolly!" he had said. Lou Ellen had laughed. Her brother would never say her name right.
Since she wasn't paying attention, Lou Ellen accidently bumped into someone. She fell to the ground and looked for the cause of it. It was a girl with black hair and blue eyes. She wore a light pink slightly ripped pullover and denim pants that were ripped at the knees.
She was so pretty that Lou Ellen didn't know what to say or how to respond, sure her mouth hang open.
"Sorry! Are you ok, sweetheart? I didn't hurt you, did I?" the girl asked her.
Lou Ellen seemed to realize what happened and tried to say something. "N-No, it's ok. Yeah, I'm ok."
Her eyes caught on the army styled bag that the girl had. It was puke green and looked heavy.
"Oh, well, ok. Nice meeting you, sorry for that, bye!" the pretty girl left just as suddenly as she came.
To say Lou Ellen had a short attention span would be an understatement. As soon as the girl had left, Lou Ellen's thoughts on the reaping came back to her.
She didn't want to die. She didn't want Butch to watch her die.
Because your name is only in there once, you might want to relax, said the rational part of Lou Ellen's brain.
When you get picked, what are you gonna do? The rest of her mind chastised her.
Lou Ellen almost told herself to shut up.
She continued to walk somberly until she saw her brother waving to her.
"Wait up, Lolly!" Butch called out to her. When a couple kids turned to look, Lou Ellen's face heated up.
"Butch! My name is Lou Ellen," she emphasized the pronunciation. "Low! L! N!"
"Lollen?" Butch asked, scratching his blond shaved head.
She sighed and barely hid her smile. "I give up, little brother."
"I know you do, Lolly."
The two siblings shared a smile. Lou Ellen really hoped she wasn't picked tomorrow.
Thank you for reading. Let me know who your favorite character was this chapter and if you'd like to see more. I have the next three chapter written, so I'll update when I get feedback.
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Vickydd
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