Demigods in the Games

by toby.dont.show

Exactly what it sounds like, all the demigods, but born in Panem and without their godly parents, but still with heightened skills in certain category. I know its been done before, but it's interesting and I hope you enjoy it. Rated K for some violence and possible mention of a gay couple.

4. The Cornucopia

Hi! I'm so happy to be back and updating again, I know that for now I'm not able to have a lot of action or really develop my characters yet, but don't worry, they'll be more of that once some people die ;). And no, that is not a spoiler. It's the Hunger Games, some people are obviously gonna die. Anyway, I hope to be updating on my regular schedule of every Sunday from now on, but don't freak out if I miss an update. I have a lot of homework. Also, sorry if I miss certain parts of the introduction to the Hunger Games. And I might be a bit rusty as I have been writing over the summer, but not about this. Although I wish they did, no characters or settings belong to me. Thank you, enjoy!

Drew Tanaka's POV

I stand on the podium, rising up into the arena. We've been dressed in warm clothing, very snug. The fabric seems like it's built to keep the person dry and warm. I wonder what the arena will be like, probably some sort of water based environment. We also have a warm-looking hood, so that brings doubts to my theory. I start to see light and a freezing wind hits my face. I immediately put my hood on. I see that we are at the summit of a tall mountain, a thin layer of snow covering everything. Down the mountain, there's more trees, a sort of pine forest. The air is thin and it's hard to breathe. I look to the cornucopia and find warm clothing, tents, and many, many hunting blades. There must be elk or moose up here. I resolve to aim for a spear and a fur coat lying far away from where the bloodbath will be. The horn goes off and everyone starts running to the middle. I go in a straight line towards the cornucopia but I see another girl with strange kaleidoscope eyes heading there too. We arrive at roughly the same time and there's an immediate fight for the supplies, I manage to get the coat, but somewhere during the fight I get at large gash on my arm from the sharp spearpoint. Fighting back screams of pain, I start to run towards the forest, a trail of blood behind me.

Octavian's POV

An icy chill hits my face, and I smile, cold helps me think. I analyze my surroundings, there are many good places. Here, it would be easy for someone to trip and fall to their deaths, or, not trip, but be pushed. In the middle, I instantly spot what I should aim for. A bow and quiver of deadly-looking arrows. There's also a set of daggers that I could grab on my way out. When the horn blows, I dash towards the middle. I make a straight line to the bow and arrows, pick them up, and start shooting. Rational thought leaves my mind, I aim and fire, aim and fire. The sound of skin being ripped open is all around me, I throw back my head and start to laugh. I laugh and I laugh. I will win this, nothing and no one can stop me. Then, a horrible pain in my back. The sound of labored breathing. Nothing.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare's POV

Cold, so cold. I've always hated the cold. It bites into my skin. I don't know what in the cornucopia I should aim for. Probably a blanket or a jacket or something. I can barely hear anything but the pounding of the blood in my ears. Then one pound louder than the rest. A bright white flash, and nothing.

Travis Stoll's POV

As soon as my platform rises into the freezing air adrenaline rushes through my veins and I know I won't be able to jump. I scan the faces of the other tributes, and one stands out from the rest, a girl who look absolutely crestfallen. Obviously we're all in a terrible situation but I thought all of us would be over the sadness by now. This girl intrigues me. Staying sad might be her way of staying human. After the gun sounds, I grab a pack of a small backpack and chase her down the mountain.

Annabeth Chase's POV

A shiver runs through my bones, but I don't thinks it's from the cold. I think it's from what I'm about to start. I look around the ring, analyzing each of their faces,. A wide range of emotion, from scared out of their skin to cruel determination. I plan to run, maybe grab something from the outer ring. Then run. Set up an easy-to-defend home in one of the mountain caves. When the horn sounds, I run. On the way out, I grab a silver dagger, I pick it up because it looks much colder than the air. I'm going to need something like that.

Leo Valdez's POV

As I look around at the icy and barren landscape around me, I know that I won't last two seconds. A bomb, I need to make a bomb. No one would expect that in this weather and I could kill a lot of my fellow tributes. I would have to spend some of my time sneaking around, finding where the majority of the tributes are. I would spend the rest of my time making the bomb, but I can't overlook the necessities. Obviously, the best shelter would be a cave, but I think I'll just try to hollow out my own cave in the snow. I don't want to get into a one on one fight with one of the other tributes. And I'll need a hunting knife or something for food. A lot of the supplies I need should be easy to swipe, but some of them are more desirable. I'll go for the easy stuff, I should be able to make up for the rest. When the horn goes off, I grab the stuff I need and, adrenaline pumping through my veins, run as far up the mountain as I can before collapsing on the hard, icy ground.

Katie Gardner's POV

This is definitely not good. I was relaying of my skills in agriculture to get me through the games, but this landscape has ruined all of my plans. Presumably, there will be some sort of evergreen forest further down the mountain. I've wached a lot of the tapes from previous game and most often there's some sort of differing in terrain. But I can't hunt, growing things was my only plan. I suppose I'll head down the mountain, at least it should get warmer, right? I think of what to grab from the arena, and eventually focus my sights on a spear. When the horn sounds, I manage to grab the spear, but wind up right next to a vicious fight between two other girls. I figure I might as well get some competition out of the way, so I stab into the fight, I stop after one jab, the blood flowing out of one girl's arm nearly makes me sick. I take up down the mountain, my own momentum carrying me so fast that it's likely I'll trip and stab myself with my own spear. At this point, I'm sure the comfort of death would be welcome.

Percy Jackson's POV

It's freezing here, it never was so cold in my old district. As I scan the faces of all the people around me, I lock eyes with Jason. We hold eye contact until Jason jerks his head in the general direction of the east, I can see the mountain dip in the distance. I assume Jason wants me to follow him there. Either he wants to be allies or it's a trap. Probably the latter, but if he tries to kill me I won't go down without a fight. I think I could beat him in had to hand contact, so I resolve to follow him. In the direction of Jason's gesture, I see two long swords. I decide to grab them for both of us, after all, Jason is the only person who rivals me with swords. I hope he'll see what I'm doing and grab some other supplies, but who knows. What happens will happen. When the horn sounds I run towards the swords, and get both of them. But when I get up and look around, I see that Jason's hip has been pierced by an arrow. I know that it would be only logical to leave him behind, but I can't make myself do so. As I run over to Jason, I see that he was hit by a person standing in the middle of everything, laughing maniacally and firing arrows into the crowd. I plunge my sword into his back and sever his spine. He crumples to the ground. I help Jason up and we both go as fast as he can to the east. I have made my first kill, and I don't feel anything at all.

Thalia Grace's POV

My brother and I got into a fight last night. I told him that, no matter what, he would have to win. He argued with me, saying he would not win at my cost. We ended up calling off our plans to ally. That way we wouldn't have to be that last two. But I knew what I was going to do. I was going to keep Jason alive, no matter the cost. In order to do that I would have to get good weapons, to keep myself alive for as long as necessary to kill anyone who might be a threat to my brother. I set my sights on a bow and quiver of arrows. I run to them when the horn goes off, but someone intersects my path, knocks me into the snow. The air is knocked out of me, I'm sure the only reason I survive is because everyone thinks I am already dead. Soon, I hear the sound of flesh being ripped and a really dead body thumps down on the ground next to me. Eyes still open wide, never to stop staring. I take the bow from his still warm hands and pick up a still half full quiver from the ground. I see my brother, limp-running away from the bloodbath, another boy with a bloody sword at his side. I get up and follow the pair, intent on eliminating anyone and anything that might cause my brother harm.

Jason Grace's POV

I look around at all the faces until I see the one I intend to ally myself with. When I finally lock eyes with him, I gesture towards the place I intend to go. He gives a slight nod, I'm sure he understands. Percy is smart, although he might not know it. He then drops my gaze to scan the cornucopia. His gaze falls on two sharp swords. So I decide to get something that will help us survive. My gaze falls on a small bag of dried food. Jerky and fruit. Life-sustaining nutrition. And it's very close to me. It's small, so I hold out hope that I'll be the only one to notice it. The horn sounds and I dive for the food. I cover it with my body and wrap both of my hands around it. But as I'm about to get up, something pierces my hip. I want to scream as ice seeps into the wound, freezing my entire body. Petrifying my bones, freezing my muscles. I know that I'm doomed, there's no way Percy would come back for me. I would only slow him down. But he does come back, proving that I didn't know him as well as I thought I did. I get up, doing my best to ignore the pain. And we go as fast as I can towards where I thought would be the safest.

Millie's POV

I have no idea what I'm going to do. I can't kill! I can't do any of this! Maybe I'll just hide. I'll hide until I can't hide anymore. They might forget about me. It's possible, isn't it? I'll need to get something from the cornucopia, I set my eyes on a bag of dried food. After that, I can run up the mountain. No one else will go that way, probably. I can survive for a long time. Eating one peice of food a day. Waiting for whatever will inevitably come. When the horn sounds, I run as fast as I can towards the bag, but I barely get five feet before an arrow punches into my ribs and I can't move anymore. I colapse to the ground. I welcome the cold blanket that suffocates me as the life bleeds out.

Connor Stoll's POV

I can't do this. I just can't. I won't let the capitol control me anymore. I wasn't going to do this, I didn't plan for it at all, but the moment takes over. Who knows? Maybe my death will even do something. Maybe it will inspire something. But probably not. Probably I'm just another coward who doesn't want to face what he has to do. But I don't have to. There is always a choice in life. So I finally choose the choice that I have been too afraid to see. I take one tiny step. And one tiny step is all it takes for the world to flare up around me one last time before it is gone.

Juniper's POV

Grover and I stare at each other with urgency before the horn blows. I think we both know that every time we see light in each other's eyes could be the last. I haven't accepted that yet. He has. He has accepted a lot of things at this point. Too much. Everything is too much now. The terrain for the games isn't helping either. When the horn blows, I run with grover towards a backpack. We had decided that something like that would be the best to go for. But as I'm ducking down to grab the backpack, Grover's body falls on top of me. I look at his face just in time to see the last of the light bleed out of his eyes. There's an arrow buried deep into his chest. I take it out. I can't do this without him. The tears freeze on my cheeks as I hold the arrow that took him away from me. After I do this we'll be together again. I know we will. I take the arrow and plunge it deep into my own chest. But I don't feel any pain. A smile spreads across my face as Grover forms once again in my mind, the light once again in his eyes.

Grover's POV

Juniper is the one thing they'll never take away from me. They might be able to take away everything else, but not her. I swear, they'll never take her away. I try to tell her, if only with my eyes, that I'll protect her as we each stand on our respective platforms. The backpack, I know that the backpack will help us. She knows that too, she's smart. So, we both run to it when the horn blows. But then something hits me in the gut. I can't move anymore, I fall onto her. I want to scream, I want to roll off of her. But all I can do is lay there as her face fills up my mind. And I hate myself. I hate myself for being grateful that her face is the last thing I see.

Piper McLean's POV

When I lock eyes with Hazel, she gestures towards a ridge to the west. So I suppose that's where we're going. It looks cold, not a very good place to be. But then again, maybe that's why we're going there. It wouldn't be good to have a lot of people who aren't allied in the same place at the same time. I resolve to go for a fur coat in the middle of the supplies. Risky, but it would be very helpful. I sprint to it when the horn goes off. I find myself in combat with another girl. I fight back, I want that coat. Then she's stabbed. I feel her warm sticky blood coming over my hands and back off, terrified. I suppose I didn't really register just how real this all is until now. I grab a tent bag and run off towards where Hazel is.

Dakota's POV

As the cold hits my face it really sinks in that all the luxury I have enjoyed for the past few days is completely gone. Now all I have to do is win. Then I can live the rest of my life like that. I can give my family that life too. And in order to win, all I have to do is kill people. And for that, all I need is a weapon. The majority of weapons are either spears or hunting knives, but there are a few bows and quivers and swords thrown into the mix. I'm pretty good with a spear, and there's one close to me. I don't think I'll stay in one solid place. I think I'll go from person to person, killing as many as I can. After I kill someone, I can take their food and supplies. Simple. When the horn sounds, I don't even get five seconds into my plan before I am shot in the head with an arrow. Blood the color of wine covers my vision, and I can't see anything as I sink out of a world I no longer have any desire to live in.

Meg's POV

I set my gaze on a spear on the outskirts of the cornucopia. I plan to grab it and run up the mountain. I can hunt for my food, eat it raw. After all, if I win the capitol will heal me of any sickness. And if I lose, well it won't matter if I'm sick will it? The horn sounds, and I run towards the spear only to have my leg split open. Starbursts of pain go off behind my eyelids as I wrap my almost numb hand around the spear. I know that I'm going to die. That I'm going to lie here forever. I can let that happen. I move. I move as much as I can. I then feel hands wrapping around me. I start to scream. I tell the hands to put me down. But they don't. The person they belong to doesn't listen. As the starbursts start to clear I see the face of the boy from my district. Then he starts to run. That sends more fire across my leg and I black out, the darkness covering everything around me.

Will Solace's POV

My stomach sinks into my feet as I look around. Nothing in this environment will help me. I'm pretty much doomed. But I can't be doomed, I have to help Nico. I won't let myself be doomed. I resolve to go for a backpack close to me. But when the horn goes off, I freeze. I can't move. A boy and girl run towards the backpack. They are going to kill each other, I know they are. I can't watch. But that's not what happens. I want to cry after I see what does happen. But I don't cry. I have to harden myself to death if I want to survive. So I run over and take the backpack. Their two corpses lying on the ground not two feet away. Blood pooling everywhere. I start to run to where I see Nico, but I see a small girl, struggling, a spear grasped in her hand. And I can't leave her. I know I'm being stupid, I know that I'm probably dooming myself, but I pick her up. She struggles for a moment, but as I start to run she goes limp in my arms. She's heavier than I expected, but I'll manage. When I get to Nico, I'm out of breath. I almost lose it when he points the tip of a spear at my throat. I inhale sharply. "Who is she?" He asks, voice clipped. "I couldn't leave her," I respond. "She'll only slow us down, I'll put her out of her misery." I'm terrified. I'm compelled to do exactly what Nico asked, he's being logical, I am not. But I don't care. "No," I say. "If you want to kill her, you'll have to kill me too." Nico stares at me for a few long seconds before dropping the point of his spear. "Fine," he says, grudgingly. And we run.

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano's POV

The harsh environment will be convenient for me. I would love for the natural setting to kill off some people so that I don't have to do it. The most logical option would be to head further down the mountain, so that's where most people will probably go. So that's where I'll go, I suppose. I'll get a spear from the cornucopia and head down the mountain. I'll hunt and I'll kill and I'll win. I'm sure it won't be as simple as it sounds, but I know what to do. When the horn goes off, I grab a spear and run, picking up a hunting knife as well on my way out. Less than half an hour into the games and the coppery smell of blood already tints the air.

Frank Zhang's POV

The only way I could possibly survive is to find allies. I know that, I'm not stupid. So when the horn sounds, I run towards a quiver and a bow. As soon as I start to stand up, another tribute knocks me over. Falls on top of me, screaming that I killed someone. I didn't, I tell him that I didn't but he doesn't listen to me. Just screams and punches at my face and I don't think. I pull an arrow out of the quiver and, using only my bare hands, punch it into his neck. His blood is warm and sticky over my hands. I'm horrified with myself, with what I just did. But I don't have any time. This fellow tribute has helped to show me the savagery of the games, I jump to my feet and run away, from everyone, from everything. I head east down the mountain, with no idea what I'm going to do.

Calypso's POV

There is only one way to survive. And I don't think I'll have an trouble with it. After all, I don't care about any of my opponents except one, and I'm sure someone else will take care of him. I decide to go for twin knives, good for both combat and hunting. I'll go down the mountain and I'll kill anyone who bothers me. I'll let the landscape and the other tributes take care of the rest. I'll lay low until there's not many people left. My plan goes smoothly and I take off down the mountain with the two knives. There are a lot of people going in this direction, it might be difficult to stay quiet. Oh well, I'm sure I'll manage to take out my competition.

Gleeson Hedge's POV

All I see is Millie's body crumpling to the ground, after that, all I can feel is rage. It was an arrow, an arrow that hit ehr. I see someone with a bow. It must have been him. There's fire behind my eyes and I can't stop replaying her dead body crumpling to the ground in my head. I fall onto the boy who shot her, screaming. He doesn't deserve to live. I pummel him with my bare fists until he sinks one of his arrows into my neck. He puts out the fire behind my eyes, replacing it with an ice that creeps through my body. Than just the cold and the darkness.

Hazel Levesque's POV

Well, I've allied Nico and I with this one girl named Piper. That'll have to be enough. At this point I've no choice other than to try my best to keep Nico and myself alive. We've already made plans to go west, I'm just going to grab a knife that I see on one of the outer circles and run. What happens happens, I can't prevent the inevitable. So when the horn sounds, I don't focus on anything around me. Just the knife. I get the knife. Now, just running. My feet, my legs, my labored breathing, and the ground. That's all that exists. I hear screams behind me. I hear people being slaughtered. I keep running. I tell myself that's all I can do. I keep running.

Nico Di-Angelo's POV

Hazel looks terrified and I'm sure I'm exactly the same. West, I'm sure of my direction. It would be easy for me to nick a spear on the way out. That would be helpful for hunting and the like. Late last night, I talked to Will. We became allies. So now I have a rather large group with Hazel, Piper, Will, and I. The horn sounds and I grab a spear and run. I hear labored breathing behind me and turn, it's Will, but he has someone else in his arms. A young girl, she looks injured. No. "Who is she?" I ask, angrily. My spear is leveled at his throat, but I think he knows it's an empty threat. I wouldn't be able to kill Will. I hate myself for not being able to kill him. "I couldn't leave her," he responds. I can hear the pain and sincerity in his voice. Of course he couldn't leave her. Will is far too kind. It will get us killed. "She'll only slow us down," I argue. "I'll put her out of her misery." That threat is not empty. I would have no problem killing the girl. "No, if you want to kill me you'll have to kill me too." He's not lying. And she'll probably die soon anyway. It would be easy for me to kill her and have it look like she died on her own. "Fine," I sigh. We run off, the girl's blood leaving a terribly easy trail. Hopefully the snow will cover it up.