Sorry I'm almost 2 weeks late... My apologies, my dearest readers... Sorry... Anyway, *throws fist in air* AND WE LIVE! THE WORLD DID NOT END TODAY! Sucks to be you if you were a preper... Anyway... STORY TIME! *cheers from crowd*

Oh, and just imagine Petta's mom was the baker, and his dad died in the same mine accident as Katniss's "dad" (real dad in original, step in here)

Did I ever say I don't own the Hunger Games or the Percy Jackson series? Because I don't.

I heard Annabeth scream as we were pulled to the sky.

I don't understand why, but I was calm. I couldn't find a reason to be screaming. Either we face our enemies, or we die. And on that happy note, the hatchet on the hovercraft opened.

"Here we go," I muttered.

The light coming from inside was bright. Pure white light came pooring out of the door. It took a second for my eyes to adjust.

I saw a clean white table in the corner, a glass of... something white sitting on it. Someone sat in a chair at the edge of the table. They picked up the glass and took a sip. He turned around, and I heard Annabeth gasp. It was Peeta.

"Hello..." he said.

"What do you want?" I asked. I saw Annabeth look to my right, and her eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it. It must not have been important.

"I just wanted to bring you back to the Games."

I asked what has been on my mind for a while. "How did you find the camp?" He closed his eyes, smiled, and shook his head.

"You still have the tracker in your arm." Forgot about that.

Annabeth threw her dagger inches from Peeta's head, and it lodged itself in the wall. Peeta looked back as it passed his face. He hit a button, and something restained Annabeth and me to the wall.

"Why would you-" I started to ask, but as Peeta went to dislodge the knife, Annabeth cut me off.

"You see that bottle over there? The one with the white liquid?" She looked to the right wall. I looked, and nodded.

"I think it's tracker jacker venom. I think the Capitol's injecting him with it. By doing so, the can alter his opinoins, memories, and turn him into a complete opposite." That makes perfect scense. The Peeta I knew would never do this.

"Is there a way to help him?" I asked.

"Maybe. If you could show him how evil the Capitol really is, and maybe even-" Peeta pulled the dagger from the wall, and he turned around. He was about to say something, but I cut hin off.

"Peeta, remember what happend to your dad. The mine accident." His eyes looked distant for a second.

"Your dad," he murmured. Then he shook his head. "What was I saying?" He drank out of that glass, and he got that evil look in his eye.

Shorter, I know...