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(Rachel's POV)

I stare out the window of the hovercraft at the twenty-four tributes, waiting to die. We hadn't been allowed to say much of any good-byes on the way to the Cornocupia, in the center of the woods. I can easily pick out each and every tribute. I can't as easily pick out who will be the last one standing at the end.

(Annabeth's POV)

I look around me at the other tributes and go over my plan. While everyone's distracted with the bloodbath, I run and hide behind the Cornocupia, grab something from there, and head into the woods.

The gong goes off.

I jump off the platform. Mine was straight across from the Cornocupia, so most tributes would think I'm heading straight for it.

Instead, I sprint to the side and spot a knife. I smile. How often do you get your weapon of choice?

I lunge for the knife, at the same time as another hand appeared on the hilt.

I jerk my head up, smacking my head on the person's chin. I look up and see Jason.

"I'm sorry, Annabeth." He says as he drives the knife into my face.

(Prim's POV)

It might be silly, but I don't even try to grab anything from the Cornocupia. Adrenaline and fear spur my legs forward and into Half-Blood Woods. I need allies. Annabeth! She will help me, I know. I slow to a walk, clutching my ribs, and look around for her blonde head.

I know I cannot win. I know I will die, and soon. But I feel a need of some sort. A need to at least try. I refuse to give up and die. I know that's what a lot of people think I'll do, or that I'll be among the first to go. I won't be. I'll prove them wrong.

"Prim?"

I spin around. Turns out, the source of the voice was Percy. Just as he says my name, a cannon goes off.

Then another.

Then another.

Then another.

One last one.

My hands shake, hoping, praying, Annabeth didn't die in the Bloodbath. Percy gives me a look that clearly says otherwise.

"Prim..." He trails off.

"No." No! Annabeth was way to smart to die in the Bloodbath.

"I'm sorry." He says, bowing his head. I see tears trickling down his face, though he's keeping it together for me. Suddenly, an anger unlike anything I've ever known sweeps upon me. I draw myself to my full height, wipe away my tears, and ask, my voice strong,

"Who else?"

Percy looks up, surprised at my tone. In that moment, my anger enhanced. Percy didn't expect me to be strong. But no. I would cry later.

"Allies?" He offers his hand, not-so-subtly avoiding my question. I stare at it. I know, no matter what I do, Percy will protect me.

"Who else?" My facade of strength is fading, and Percy can tell, I know. He takes a deep breath and says,

"Annabeth, Cole, Travis, the male Aphrodite tribute - I can't remember his name - and Nico."

I take a second to let it sink in.

A second to long.

(Sapphire's POV)

I secured a bow, a sword, and a backpack full of supplies from the Cornocupia. I know people say I;m heartless, ruthless. In reality, I just have nothing to lose.

I head into the woods, going over my plan. Make allies, then stab them in the back.

Literally.

I walk deeper into the woods, but stop when I hear a rustle not made by me. I draw my sword, holding it at the ready.

Out of the trees steps Clarisse. I had always...not quite liked, but admired her. We were a lot alike. We lock eyes, but for some reason, we don't attack each other. A silent understanding passes between us, and we shake hands.

"Who should we hit first?" She asks.

"I'm thinking Percy or Prim. After Annabeth's death, they'll be weaker than usual." I reply.

"Nice."

We keep walking, side by side, each thinking the same thing. Only one of us can win. But for now, we settle into an alliance.

Suddenly, Clarrise stops, holding up a silent finger to silence me.

I draw my sword, looking at her. She points ahead and I hear voices. We switch weapons.

"Who else?"

Yes. I look and see Prim and Percy: our exact targets! They seemed to have formed an alliance - no surprise there.

Percy lists off those who died in the Bloodbath, and I expect Prim to burst into tears.

To my surprise, she doesn't, and I nock an arrow. I signal to Clarisse to head around and get Percy. My arrow is pointed at Prim's back, Clarisse is poised to pounce on Percy with her sword.

Percy places his hands on Prim's shoulders.

His eyes widen.

"Prim!" He yells, just as Clarisse jumps and shoves her sword into Percy's back. He screams in pain and slumps to the floor, dead.

Prim unleashes a bloodcurling scream and turns around just as my arrow grazes her shoulder.

A cannon fires.

(Clarisse's POV)

As much as the son of Poseidon annoyed me, I don't exactly enjoy killing him, or seeing Prim with a serious wound.

Nevertheless, it was the Games, and the only way to win the Games is to leave your heart at the podiums.

Prim is to smart to try and fight us, so she turns tail and runs, blood staining her clothes.

Sapphire catches up to her soon, and raises her sword, about to deliver a messy decapitation.

No.

What? I have no idea where the thought came from, or why I had it, but I suddenly feel peotective of Prim.

Sapphire lifts her sword.

Prim knows she can't make it, and I see her slow ever so slightly, hardly noticeable.

I have a split second, if that to decide.

That's all I need.

(Leo's POV)

I didn't need to grab anything from the Cornocupia. I can summon fire, baby. And I can resist it. But I need allies. Who should I forge a friendship with? Someone both smart and physically capable, who would also be willing to not kill me.

Hey, maybe Piper! She'll be ready to help me. Now where is she?

I searched for a few minutes before I find her. Tears stain her face, and I lose some of my confidence. The Games affect people. When Frank was Reaped, no one thought he stood a chance of winning. He was to good. But no. Instead, he used his ability to change into different animals and killed the majority of tributes. I know he didn't want to, but he didn't have a choice.

The Games are about survival.

Nothing. More.

I catch Piper's attention by gently tapping her.

"Piper?" I whisper softly. I realize she's thinking about Annabeth. We all thought she would go far, possibly even the top ten.

"Alliance?" I stretch out my hand for her to shake.

She looks up at me.

She smiles.

I realize with a shock what she's about to do.

"Take this sword." Piper hands me a sword she retrieved from the Cornocupia.

I don't want to take it.

My body acts of its own accord, completely ignoring what my brain is telling it to do.

I take the sword.

"Now, put it to your neck." Piper's voice is like a silky wind, so smooth, so perfect, so...

So...

I feel the blade on my skin, the cold, hard metal that is sure to be my downfall.

"NO!"

It takes all my strength to yell that singl word, and I have no doubt I gave away our position. With difficulty, I throw the sword to the ground and run, run, away from her charming smile, from her honeyed voice, from the sword as hard and as cold as her heart.

I don't want to believe Piper tried to kill me. Rather, tried to have me kill myself. I heard of the affect the Games had, but I never saw it until today. When Piper tried to eliminatate me. Disqualify me. Get me out of the Games.

I want to scream at Octavian, burn him with my fire.

Calypso had been forced into the Games three years ago and won. I don't get to see her, because she lives in Camp Jupiter: Victor's Village, an attachment to the Roman camp where Victors live.

Every day I think about her, daydream about seeing her.

I tell myself to focus.

If I stand a chance of winning, I need to focus.

Hey! Yeah, sorry I didn't have a better ending. Please remember to review! Also, quick thing. I am PLAYING THIS BY EAR. I have a rough idea of who kills who, but I DO have TWENTY-FOUR demigods to keep track of AND keep it realistic. Thanks for reading.

If I owned Percy Jackson, Annabeth and Percy wouldn't have fallen into Tartarus (actually they would House of Hades and Mark of Athena are my favorite books of HoO.

If I owned Hunger Games, the characters would make so many more jokes about the character's weird names.