Please note: if there's a (x) next to the name, the character's dead.
Dis. 1: Moriarty (Sherlock), Ruby (Supernatural)
Dis 2: Pitch (Rise of the Guardians), Ember McClain (Danny Phantom)
Dis 3: Toffee (Star vs the Forces of Evil), Moon (Star Vs the Forces of Evil)
Dis 4: Sherlock (Sherlock), Peridot (Steven Universe)
Dis 5: Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Sam (Danny Phantom)
Dis 6: Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Rapunzel (Tangled).
Dis 7: Leo Valdes (Heroes of Olympus), Elsa (Frozen) (x)
Dis 8: Nico (Heroes of Olympus), Annabeth (Heroes of Olympus)
Dis 9: Percy Jackson (Heroes of Olympus), Hermione (Harry Potter)
Dis 10: Harry Potter (Harry Potter), Moana (Moana)
Dis 11. Castiel (Supernatural), Rose Tyler (Dr. Who) (x)
Dis 12. Danny (Danny Phantom), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)
Alliances: (Moana, Rapunzel) (Moriarty, Ruby, Pitch, Ember, Toffee) (Sherlock, Peridot, Luna) (Danny, Moon,)
Annabeth's pov
I don't know how I managed to snatch the backpack! Inside was a coil of rope, an empty flask, a compass, and a... baseball cap. I sighed. How was a baseball cap going to help me? Either way, I pushed it onto my head, and swung the pack around my back. I was close to the beach, loud seagull noises floating over my head. I looked up to seagulls flying freely, and almost instantly, my stomach rumbled painfully. Maybe there was some way to shoot down the sea gulls...
I went to work, picking my way through the woods, picking up sturdy branches and sharp rocks. After about an hour, I had a seagull hanging off the end of one of my homemade arrows.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," a voice said.
I whipped around to see Moriarty from District 1, twirling a pocket knife. He cocked his head to the side with a sinister smile. I knocked one of my shabby arrows on an even shabbier bow, holding it up.
"Take one step closer, and I'll shoot!"
He held up his hands with a fake terrified expression.
"Oh no, we wouldn't want any of that!"
My arm wavered. Why was he being so calm?
"There's someone else here... isn't there?"
"Ooh, you're smart. It's a shame. In another life, I would be... intrigued."
I narrowed my eyes, pulling back on my drawstring. For a second, his eyes flickered in concern. I trained my ears to the sounds around me. At first, I couldn't hear anything, but then... a quiet crunch in the distance. My breath caught, seeing how Moriarty heard it too.
"Looks like we have company," he sing-sang.
"Shut up," I growled.
Moriarty shrugged easily, motioning towards my seagull.
"You know, we could forget all about this, we'd even let you go free, if you gave us your food."
"How do I know you won't just kill me anyway?"
He smirked, drumming his fingers around the knife.
"I guess you'll just have to trust me."
I was going to fire back a retort when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. My brain sped through possible escapes. Finally, with a smile, I nodded. Moriarty shifted, not expecting the cooperation.
"Of course! I'd love to share what I have!"
He chuckled, taking a step forward.
"And yet, I don't believe you."
"But it's true! See? I'm dropping my bow and I'm holding out the gull."
The figure held up an axe. I kept the giant smile plastered on my face as he approached cautiously. With a victorious chuckle, he snatched the bird out of my hand and jumped backwards, expecting me to bite. After a few seconds, I saw the figure looming with the axe.
"You're right... we were never going to let you go."
"I didn't expect you to."
The axe swung down.
I rolled out of the way, punching the person's face. Ruby yelped in surprise, stumbling backwards. She bared her teeth, leaping at me with outstretched. Jumping to the side, I nearly avoiding her grazing nails and went down into a fighting stance. Ruby gritted her teeth, rushing at me again. There was a flash of silver, and I kicked a knife out of her hand. She took the opportunity to drive another one into my stretched out leg.
A scream echoed throughout the forest. Red, hot fire seemed to be licking up my entire body as I gripped the leg. Ruby laughed shrilly, coming at me with two more knives. I stumbled backwards, falling into the grass. She looked up at Moriarty.
"This is very fun," she purred.
Moriarty strolled next to her, staring down at me.
"It is. Alas, it's sad when good fun must come to an end."
"End, my butt!" another voice cried.
The whirled around, and a spear lodged itself in Ruby's side. She gasped in pain, holding the wound. Moriarty scrambled away, leaving Ruby to drag herself. Percy had at least two other spears, and a trident strapped to his back. I looked up at him, not bothering to hide my surprise.
"Seaweed brain?"
"Are you always going to be calling me that?" he admonished.
"Um.."
He held out a hand. I glanced down at my leg, blood soaking through the fabric. Ruby had managed to pull herself up a tree, going slowly from branch to branch. Percy cursed, aiming with his spear.
"She's out of range," he growled.
Ruby cackled, sticking out her tongue.
"This isn't over! I'll have both of your blood!"
Percy snorted, shaking his head.
"If we leave now, we might be able to escape Moriarty's reinforcements."
I nodded in a daze. He was right. Pain shot up my leg as I struggled to my feet. He offered a hand, but I ignored it, limping forward. Bracing myself, I stooped down, picking up the seagull.
"Okay, now we can go," I groaned.
It was admittedly slow. Too slow. The careers could pop out at any moment... Percy had the same idea, glancing back every few seconds.
"I've set up base at this cool tree."
"A tree?" I scoffed playfully.
He gave a handsome lopsided smile.
"You'll see."
Wow. I did see. From the outside, the tree looked ordinary... but he gently led me to a small hole at the base of it. The entire trunk was hollow, with thin stairs leading upwards to a bigger space. We climbed up and settled in the bizarre treehouse.
"It's... perfect... easily defensible, well hidden... how on Earth did you find this, Percy?"
"Oh, I didn't realize we were on a first name basis now," he said loftily.
We laughed, sitting across from one another. My leg will on fire, making it difficult to maneuver. Percy came closer, holding out an herb mix.
"This should help with any infections," he mumbled.
He gently spread some on the wound, the contact making me yelp. After a few seconds, the pain seemed to die down into a dull pang.
"Why are you helping me?" I whispered.
He met my eyes, shrugging innocently.
"We can benefit from each other."
Percy didn't offer any more, instead pulling the seagull onto his lap. As he plucked the feathers, I tilted my head to the side. He was strange... but sweet... the thought of him dying... a lump formed in my throat. Settling down, I forced myself to close my eyes. We'd cross that bridge when we came to it.
