And the second Chapter is up. Im still a relatively new writer. This is only my second fanfic. So I will need your reviews to tell me how my story is. Pls review at the bottom. Thank you. But for now... Enjoy!

Percy

After a while, the darkness cleared and Percy came back to his senses. He could feel himself already. His body had reassembled, and he was standing in a huge square, with a stage in front.

He tried to get his bearings, looking at the surrounding. It didn't look like a future he had always imagined. He expected to see flying cars, skyscrapers and hover boards (like in the movie 'Back to the Future'). However, this place looked rundown, and old. Only a simple white building stood at the front.

Everyone looked oblivious to the fact that he had just appeared out of thin air. Maybe, it was part of the Mist. The mist bended the truth, so that mortals would see things differently, such that they could believe unnatural things.

All around him stood boys of his age. They were all standing neatly in lines. They were merely clothed in simple white shirts. Since Percy was still wearing his blue T-shirt, he stood out from the crowd. To his left, there was another crowd of girls, standing orderly. The younger children stood in front, while the older at the back. Looking around, Percy realised that there was fear and terror etched in the faces of those in the square. Adults crowded around the perimeter of the square, looking worried. Some were even tearing up. All around them were men dressed in white uniform, holding weapons.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for something bad to happen on stage. But Percy couldn't tell what.

Percy tried to recall what Chiron had said. Something about a boy and girl getting picked to participate in the Hunger Games. And then it hit him. This must be the time where they were chosen. That would explain all the nervous tension in this square.

"Welcome, to the reaping of the 74th Annual Hunger Games." An overdressed lady walked on stage. She was dressed in shocking pink, worthy of Aphrodite. Pink eyeliner and red lipstick enhanced her features. The heels of her platform shoes were so high that Percy was surprised she didn't trip.

"Before the tributes from District 5 are chosen, we have a special video made for all of you, from the Capitol." The lady said.

Screens at the side turned on, and a clip was playing. Percy guessed it was about previous rebellion Chiron had mentioned. It was a war scene of utter chaos. Gunshots were heard every few seconds. Cries of pain and bloody deaths were shown on footage. The reel went on and on, reminding them of the rebellion, of how the Capitol eventually won. It showed them how the districts were formed.

Then, the screen went blank, and Percy heard a tune, sounding like an anthem.

"Now is the time for the reaping. Ladies first." The overly dressed woman said. She walked over to a glass ball at the girls' side of the square. The ball was filled with many slips of paper. She dipped her hand into the ball, fishing out one slip of paper.

Percy could hear a collective intake of breath from the girls' side. All of them were desperately hoping not to be chosen. The silence lingered as the woman on stage carefully unfolded the paper.

"Emily Lace."

There were sighs of relief heard. Then, it was replaced by whispers. The girls turned to face the mentioned girl.

Slowly, a red haired girl of about Percy's age came forward. She looked scared at first, but after she had dislodged herself from the crowd, she had rearranged her features. A confident looked replaced look of nervousness. She had an air of cunning around her, like a fox's.

Emily stalked over to the stage, her head held high. When she reached the stage, the woman motioned her to stand at one side.

"Well done! Any volunteers?" She said doubtfully.

Everyone just ignored her, as though volunteering for others was not the norm.

The woman shrugged her shoulders and carried on, "Now for the gentlemen."

The Capitol woman strolled over to another glass ball filled with slips of paper. Then, she pulled out a sheet of paper and unfolded it.

"Andrew Fletcher." She called out.

A young boy of about twelve years old gave a muffled cry before trotting forwards a few paces. He was clearly terrified.

Percy knew what he had to do. Even though he had never seen the boy before today. No way was he going to let this boy enter the games. He was way too young. How could the Capitol do such a disgusting thing as watching children and teens fight each other, just so that the Capitol could enjoy it. No, Percy could not let it happen. Besides, he needed to get himself into the Hunger Games in order to protect Katniss. This could be his only chance.

Stepping out of line, Percy shouted, "I want to volunteer!"

His voice rang clear throughout the square. Startled faces turned towards him. Whispers erupted everywhere. It was clear that such a thing had never happened before for years. No one ever stepped up for others. No one sacrificed themselves.

The woman on stage just smiled and said, "This is going to be an interesting games this year. Well, please come on stage then."

Percy walked forward.

"May I have your name please?" She asked sweetly.

"Percy Jackson." Percy replied.

"Very sweet. You want to have some glory then." She said.

"No. But I have my reasons." Percy said. He didn't think these people would understand if he said the real reason. After all, when did they ever show compassion?

"I see. Hiding your true inner self? Witty. District 5 might stand a chance to win this year." The woman said approvingly.

Then, she spoke to the crowd. "Please applaud for the tributes of District 5. Emily Lace and Percy Jackson! Please shake hands to your district partner."

There was a round of reluctant applause, as though they were being sent to their funeral. Percy turned to face Emily and offered a handshake. She took it, crushing his fingers like she wanted to tear them out. Then, she released his numb hand and gave him a smirk.

Then the uniformed men led them into separate rooms.

"Where are you taking me?" Percy asked.

"You have 5 minutes for those who want to see you one more time." The guard said, closing the door as he left.

Percy sat on an armchair and leant back. No one would want to see him. He didn't know a single person from the future. Besides, who would even bother popping by? Nobody cared for those who were picked anyway. Who would bother seeing him?

The door opened, snapping him out of his thoughts. A family hurried in. Percy realised suddenly that one of them was the boy who had been reaped before he volunteered. It was Andrew Fletcher and his parents.

They sat down on chairs opposite him. Then there was silence for a while.

"We wanted to thank you for volunteering in his place." The father spoke.

"Uh. Don't mention it. I couldn't let him go alone. He is too young." Percy said.

"I could tell you did it for him. And we sincerely thank you for that." The mother said.

"You are welcome." Percy smiled. Maybe this family was not like the others then.

"We are willing to help your family cope." The father said helpfully.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a family. They died few years back." Percy said, trying to prevent suspicions. "Really, I am fine, don't worry about me."

Two uniformed men barged into the room saying, "Times up!"

They pushed the family out. But the boy clinged on to Percy's arm, "Thank you." He said.

Percy nodded once more before the men carried Andrew out.

Time ticked by and the men led him out of the room into a train carriage, where he met Emily again. Both of them were sitting opposite each other on plump chairs.

Percy knew that she was the type who didn't look like she could be trusted. He would have to find a way out of all this, and hope that Katniss would accept his help to protect her. It was all about trust.

So now Percy is in the games! Pls follow, fav this story if you liked it. And dont forget to give a little review, i really need it! Thank you in advance!