Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

I've decided to change my username to TheSkyHasFallen. I didn't give the story away or anything.

Percy's POV

My head snaps up at the sound. It's Annabeth, I know it is. I look around, no one has moved yet. If anything, they're all completely still, not knowing what to do or where to go.

After a second, Katniss says, "East."

"What?" I ask, fidgety and nervous. Are we going to be too late? We have to move or something bad will happen to—

"The scream came from the east." Katniss turns and begins to lead the way toward the source of the sound. Toward Annabeth.

Nico starts follows her, then Peeta, and then me.

We walk for what seems like eternity but is most likely an hour at most. Katniss crouches behind a tree, peering out at something in the darkness. I can't see exactly what she's looking at.

Almost silently, leaves rustle in the distance. Katniss seems to have heard it, too, as she says, "That wasn't wind. Annabeth's close, but we can't just run in and save her. We have to see what we're up against."

Despite wanting desperately to just run and try to protect Annabeth, I nod, because I know Katniss is right. "It's probably Cato, Clove, and Marvel."

"I know, but we still have to wait for the right moment to jump in." And with that, Katniss stands up and begins to stealthily make her way toward Annabeth, hidden by the tree line. When she gestures for us to follow, we do.

Annabeth's POV

"Why are you running, 'Four? Scared?" Marvel taunts, amusement in his voice. I ignore him, looking around for way get the upper hand. Maybe, if I loop around a tree, I could find some sort of way to get behind the trio. I decide to go with it, because, well, what other options do I have?

As a tree in front of me nears, I twist my leg to loop around it. The knife wound in leg, which was recently bandaged, sends a flare of pain throughout my body. I collapse against the tree, not being able to support my weight.

Clove laughs, lifting me up by my neck, my feet a few inches off the ground. She laughs a humorless, dry laugh, "We've you got now."

Cato and Marvel stand on either sides of Clove. Marvel smirks in satisfaction and Cato stands still with his arms folded, a bored look on his face, as if watching me choke wasn't entertaining enough for him.

"Anything you want to say before you die?" Clove says, but makes not motion to loosen her tight grip on my neck. Instead, she tightens it. I try to cry out, put only a wheezing sound escapes my throat.

Clove laughs, pulling me back and slamming me against the tree. She pulls her fist back and slams it into my cheek. She does the same thing again- once, twice, three times more. Dark spots begin to cloud my vision and I slowly feel myself drifting away…

All of a sudden, something emerges from the trees and tackles Clove. Alarmed, Cato and Marvel take out their weapons. But before they can do anything, two other figures crash into them as well. As the world spins around me, I slump to the ground.

Someone screams something that sounds like my name, but the voice is muffled and distant. I raise my arm to show that I'm alive, but I don't how true that is. I try to breath, but my breaths are ragged and I can't take in enough air.

I can just barely see Clove pulling out her dagger as she puts her knee on someone's chest. The person under her looks at me and all I can is a pair of sea green eyes.

With a rush of strength, I grab my dagger and unsteadily stand up, using the tree for balance. Since everyone is occupied fighting a tribute, I slowly make my way over to Clove unnoticed.

"…Is the day you die," Clove says to the tribute under her. She chuckles, shaking her head and raising her dagger. Just before she strikes down, I push the blade of my dagger into her neck.