So yeah, last chapter's decision probably was not the best example, but you get the point right?

Percy walked through the dense forest, favoring his left leg with a makeshift bandage tied around his wound. His eyes were wearily scanning the area, his ears were perked up and tried to limp quietly.

He finally reached what looked like an old street that hadn't been used in years. He glanced up and saw what appeared to be a skyscraper in the distance. His eyes widened as he realized with a start that is was the Empire State building.

Percy's mind was whirring and buzzing as a basic plan was formed, he would make it up there at all costs to see if maybe, just maybe Olympus was still there.

His pace increased, fortified with his newfound vigor as he marched towards his newfound destination.

He stopped as routes and shortcuts from his living in New York ran through his head, formulating the quickest route to what could be Olympus. After-all, what could go wrong?

The Doctor wasn't having an easy time, as he struggled to find the cause of this bloodthirsty times, his new companion was fighting for his life.

This time did remind him of his second trip to Satellite 5. After-all, how could this be allowed to continue? With Percy's so-called gods, what did they let this continue? All he knew is that the gods of Olympus had a very harsh talk coming when and if he ever met them.

Percy was about a block away from his destination, when Murphy's Law decided to kick in. As he limped through the streets, when he heard shrill laughing from an alleyway about 20 yards ahead and to the right of him.

He ducked into what appeared to be some deserted hardware store, he limped as fast as could and climbed over the counter and lay against it as the laughing and voices came closer and closer.

"Please don't kill me!" a voice mocked and laughed loudly

"The look of terror on his face, that cracked me up!" Another, more masculine voice chuckled.

Percy was disgusted and trembling with unrefined rage as the group boasted about the tortures and kills they committed. One concrete thought solidified in his skull: They sick monsters would die. Which was a weird thought for Percy as he had never really killed anyone human or mortal directly. Beckondorf's and the other, countless others who had served with him and died because of his stupidity, weakness and inexperience; well no more, he would not let these bloodthirsty mortals live a second longer.

He searched, looking for anything that might serve as a weapon. Finally he spotted it, a sharpened piece of rebar about two feet long and a razor sharp point. Percy peered over the counter, and let his senses roll out, searching for anything with water.

He clenched his fists as he found his water, an old sewer pipe filled with dirty water, located directly below the group of 7.

Percy then noticed something off about the group, 7 tributes, that oddly reminded of the seven that he was supposed to travel with. His grip on his improvised weapon tightened as he concentrated on exploding the water pipe below him.

The pipe exploded with the concussive force of four Flash-bangs going off at simultaneously. There was a shriek of terror and the group was off, running like they were chased by ravenous lions, all except one.

Percy listened to the fading footsteps he stalked out of his cover like a living shadow. Only one member had been damaged mortally while the others most likely escaped with minor wounds. I examined him, both legs were nothing but stumps and sharp, twisted piece of metal was protruding from his side.

Percy's PoV

My hood was up as I approached slowly like a reaper, my silent foot steps foreboding doom. I realized with a start that I wore all black, with an old, dusty trench coat I had found in the store.

I heard him try to crawl away feebly, I leaned forward, whispering a final blessing in Ancient Greek his ear, I raised the rebar over his heart and put him out of his pain and misery.

I felt terrible, having a feeling that this moment would stick with me the rest of my life, I felt even worse as I searched his corpse, looking for any object of any use. Is this what I had stooped to? From the hero of Olympus to lowly scavenger who would kill just to survive a bit longer, just to kill again and repeat the cycle?

I shook my head and continued on to my objective, hoping halfheartedly that the gods were to be found here.

3rd Person PoV

Unbeknownst to Percy, a divine force was watching him, sighing sadly at his thoughts. She watched over him, trying to whisper a small idea into his head,

Never lose hope.

Percy felt warmth pass over him and his tiredness finally settled in, he stumbled into an old department store, He set up a basic tripwire with his fishing line and curled up in the back room, falling into a light, restless sleep.

Percy's PoV

I woke with a start as I heard a very undignified yelp from the front room, I hefted my newly acquired dagger and my rebar. I stalked forward, my caution seen in every step I took. I peered out of the doorway, seeing nothing I continued outward until I heard the drawing of a bowstring. My superior Demigod senses kept me alive as I shot my hand out, catching the arrow before it met it's mark a.k.a my face.

I proceeded to lunge forward, my knife coming down towards my unknown assailant's chest, it was block with a clang as it was blocked with a slivery, metal bow. I swung my rebar below the block, right towards the opponent's stomach. I looked in my opponent's face, recognizing one Miss Katniss Everdeen. I turned my improvised blade clumsy, leaving a tear in her shirt instead of her stomach. I watched as Katniss lowered her guard.

"Fancy meeting you here!" She grinned bemusedly.

I wrapped her in a nice warm hug and she patted my back awkwardly, and I knew this would be the only person I could trust in this horrific game. I let go of her and laughed awkwardly,

"Sorry 'bout that..." I rubbed my neck sheepishly.

I then glanced around estimating it was maybe 4 in the morning, time to get a move on I guess.

I slung my knapsack over my shoulder and walked out the door, Katniss followed closely as I explained the location of where I wanted to go, I covered my reasons "It might be a good spot to hold up in, after- all, the careers should stay away from this spot, because of last night.

She raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

"Well I might have performed an ambush against them last night"

She cast a sidelong glance at me, sensing I was hiding something, she didn't need to know about powers or the world of gods.

We marched on for about ten minutes before we reached the objective, I pushed open, the broken glass door and stepped into what remained of the entrance of Olympus.

Soo, who do you think the goddess was? And what did you think of this chapter? Anyways I will, as always, see you in the next chapter :}