Hey all,

Hope you enjoy the Fan-Fic, and again, credit for the idea goes to Sparky Girl for 'Sparking' my imagination (See what I did there?). This is a PREQUEL, so if you want to check out the original story, written by me and 3 other writers, check out the 4th Quarter Quell by Choclatethunder. Feedback is appreciated, and thanks for reading!

PERCY

Percy opened his eyes, letting them drift over his surroundings. Last he checked, he was being flown away to Long Island by the gods after him and the rest of the 7 had defeated the giants. Dry blood was still crusted to his left nostril where his nose had bled and awakened the earth mother. He was still kicking himself for that.

But as Percy looked around, he could tell this most certainly was not Long Island. Not unless Camp Half Blood had suddenly turned into a metropolis while he had been gone. Percy stood in the middle of what appeared to be a suite of a hotel, windows overlooking a massive city almost as big as Manhattan. But this definitely wasn't New York City. Percy looked around the suite. Everything looked in perfect condition, way nicer than his Mom's apartment back in Manhattan. But it also looked surreal, too clean, too perfect.

Percy rolled his eyes. 'Leave it to the gods to mess up addresses.' He walked over to one of the comfortable black chairs sitting in a circle around a small glass tea-table. As he sat down, he heard something like an 'umph' from behind a door. Percy stood up and opened the door, walking into an extremely large bathroom. There, sprawled out in the bathtub, arms and legs hanging over the edges like a rag-doll, was Annabeth. She had a dazed expression on her face, and it looked like she had hit her head pretty hard on the corner of the tub.

'Annabeth!' Percy grabbed her arm and helped her out, then led her back into the main room where she sat down. Once they were settled, Annabeth began asking questions.

'Percy, what's going on? We were in the ship, and we were about to jump off the Argo II, and Frank was supposed to catch us, and suddenly I was in the bathtub!' Annabeth took a gulp of air, trying to get herself under control.

'I'm as clueless as you, Annabeth. But this definitely isn't long island.'

'Well,' Annabeth stood from her cushy black armchair. 'I guess we should take a look around then, huh?' Percy stood up as well, and then sniffed. Percy's eyes widened as he started walking zombie-like towards an open doorway at the back of the room.

'Percy? Where are you going?' Annabeth grabbed Percy's arm as he walked past.

'Food.' He moaned. Percy hadn't eaten since lunch on the Argo II before the battle at the Acropolis.

Percy sighed contentedly as he leaned back into the chair. Within 5 minutes he had devoured 2 enchiladas of a size worthy of Grover. Annabeth settled for a Caesar salad, a fruit smoothie, and a Yogurt.

'Do you even know what was in that thing?' Annabeth asked as Percy licked his fingers.

'Nope, and I honestly don't want too.' Percy replied. Annabeth rolled her eyes and went back to her smoothie.

'So, we still don't know what this place is. We've searched the entire house. What next?' Percy asked.

'Well, we could try leaving.'

'Oh, I certainly hope you won't follow through with that, my dears!' A sing-song voice echoed from back in the living room. Percy raised an eyebrow at Annabeth. Apparently, they had company.

A tall woman walked into the room. With an eccentric dress and poofy pink hair, she looked like one of those models in magazines that obviously thought they looked pretty, but really, really didn't.

'Now, we need to get you both to your prep teams! I'm sure Cina will have something fabulous for you to wear for the chariot-' Poofy-Hair was cut short by a dark haired woman that had apparently been standing behind and watching the scene unfold. She pushed past the Poofy-haired woman and glared at Percy and Annabeth.

'You're not our tributes. Who are you?' The dark haired woman asked.

Percy stood. He didn't know who these people were, but he was pretty sure from the glare he was getting from that woman that they weren't anyone to mess with.

'I'm Percy Jackson. This is Annabeth Chase. But who are you? Where is this place?'

The brown-haired woman frowned, confused. 'This is the tribute center. We're the mentors of district 12. And… you're our tributes.'

'Tributes?' Annabeth rose, an uncertain look on her face. 'Tributes for what?'

The woman with pink hair stepped forward. 'Tributes for the games, of course! You, my dears, are the tributes for the 88th Hunger games.'