"Hellhounds leaped ahead of the line from time to time. Most were destroyed with arrows, but one got hold of an unlucky Apollo camper and dragged him away. I didn't see what happened to him next. I didn't want to know."-Last Olympian, page 170
Jamie Wright's the name and being the first to die is the game.
I knew we were screwed as soon as I saw the Minotaur, even my mentalist of a head counsellor Michael Yew paled at that sight. There were sixteen of us, including me, against a whole massive army. And none of us were any good at all at close range so all we could hope to do was fend them off with arrows which didn't work too well. This gets us to my current predicament, which is being dragged off by a hungry hellhound to eat in peace.
All I can say is I'd better get into bloody Elysium. The only reason I got grabbed was that I was trying to get this snoring old man out of his car and to safety. Well he was heavy and I didn't see the Hellhound coming at me until it was too late.
One of my sisters screamed as it bit down on my arm and started to pull me away. A couple of my siblings tried shooting at it but I remember Austin shouting that they'd just hit me. I'd like to say that I sarcastically yelled back that being shot was a lot less painful than being eaten alive. In truth I was too busy screaming my head off and trying to yank my arm away. It didn't work, obviously, but it did maul my arm even worse.
I'm pretty sure that my arm would actually have come off if the dog had dragged me a few more yards. As it was, it got me through the battle lines and down a side street before letting go.
Lying there in the road I made the mistake of actually looking at my arm, needless to say it wasn't pretty. There was blood everywhere and a very visible bite mark; I felt myself go dizzy and I thought I would actually throw up.
The Hellhound seemed as concerned with the damage as I was, it tried to lick at the blood but I pulled away. I tried to make a run for it or more like a crawl for it, with one arm. Funnily enough it didn't work.
It grabbed me by my hoodie hood; stupid Kayla and her stupid 'foresight', she told me to tuck it into my armour. And now I was gonna die cause I didn't listen to something that crackpot said, it just wasn't fair.
The Hellhound's head suddenly shot up, taking me with it. It must have smelt something because it charged off, jolting me around like a sack of potatoes or some other cliché.
We must have run for ages or that's how it felt anyway, I've never been a good judge of time. It all passed in a kind of blur, all I could think about was how much blood I must have lost and how even if I could escape I'd probably die from that. I'm cheerful like that.
Then the stupid mutt just dropped me. It kind of took me by surprise; I could still hear battle and everything so we couldn't have gone that far. Apparently Devil Dog was really hungry and couldn't wait any longer for his lunch, or would it be dinner by now? Like I said, not good woith time; especially when I've lost a ton of blood.
That said he didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry. The Hellhound wasn't even looking at me, just sniffing at the air and peering off to the side of me. He had very expressive eyes, considering they were all blood red and evil. In fact they almost looked expectant, like he waiting for a treat or something.
Then I heard the voice, a girl's voice, behind me "Oh crap…"