This story, and the plot idea, is the brainchild of me and Sydney the Sydster . Val, Dean and Scarleet are mine. Gwenith and anyone i haven't mentioned, who's not from the books..they belong to her.

Despite that this is obvious, the series does not belong to us, or the characters originally in it. Syd writes the odd chapters and I write the evens. It's also doubling as an RP for u, in a way, because, well..that's what we do. Enjoy~ Watch out for Val's mouth, though. She has the mouth of a sailor no matter who's writing for her.

It had all happened so fast- no one was sure what had happened exactly but, whatever it was,it was terrifying and it came out of no where. The campers, all of them, had been at the dining pavilion. Eating. They were supposed to be safe here, there, but they weren't and several campers were paying for that now. Anyway, they had all just been eating, getting ready to head back to their cabins and sleep, when the first bullet came. Or maybe it wasn't a bullet, maybe it was a tranquilizer. Whatever it was, though, it hit a kid at the Hermes table first. He dropped face forward into his food and everyone just stared.

And then the second bullet hit another kid and the whole dining pavilion erupted into screams. It was chaos everywhere, really. They should have been more prepared, ready to fight anything but, when it boils down to it, they were just scared kids under attack. It was every man for themselves, by that point. Kids scrambling over tables while more and more dropped like flies. Some of the older, braver campers were dragging the fallen campers out with them, and everyone was heading for different places. Some shot off for their cabins, others headed to the woods but, the smart ones... The smart ones headed for the big house.

It was confusing, and, it was chaos. It only got worse when the men- masked, of course, filed into the pavilion and started dragging the left over campers out. And then they chased the others down, the ones in their cabins, trying to get their weapons, were easy to get. The ones in the forest were even easier. Only the kids huddled in the big house were safe. And even then, it was only for a short while. The men, (monsters maybe?), managed to bust down the door and filed in, Dionysus attacked back. Whatever masked figures that were still chasing down campers didn't exist much after that, and everyone set about gathering together and trying to figure out who was left- and who- who had gotten taken.

A few campers emerged from the farther cabins, some stragglers or knocked out campers were found in the woods. There were a lot left but, there were also a lot missing. One of the missing was a son of the big three, a son of Poseidon, to be exact. This is what really worried a few of the campers.

Gwenith Morgan, however, was more worried about her twin brother. She had lost him in the commotion, and, in fact, had only just recently woken up, being dragged to the big house by one of her fellow campers. Realization that her brother- or any of her plants- didn't dawn on her until she was back at the big house, where the campers were regrouping.

Chiron was speaking, talking about relocating for a time being, and all Gwenith could think about was how her brother was not here and how those people should not have been able to get into the camp where had Argus and the dragon and the harpies been- where were they and that something, something was very wrong.

She wasn't the only one thinking this, either.

Val Thomas, a seventeen year old Big three kid, (Zeus was her dad), had to be pried off the dead body of some masked figure when they found her. The girl had been hit with a bullet- or a tranq- or whatever right as she jumped on some guy. She told the campers that had found her that she was trying to save her friend, Scarlett, but, by the looks of it, hadn't succeeded. And she was pissed.

"We should be getting our fucking campers back, not wasting time and relocating." A black haired boy from beside her gave her a frown. The son of Dionysus, Penn had to agree but, didn't want to call out against Chiron. "Just because Dean and Scar are missing, Val-"

"That's exactly why we should be getting them." Hissing, the black haired girl ran a hand through her hair, leaning more onto Penn as she did so. The tranquilizer had yet to completely wear off, and, it was showing.

"Well what do you suggest we do then, Val? Run off and get them ourselves?"

"I- **** if I know-"

"Yes."

Wheeling around at the new voice, the two teens stared at Gwenith, the little redhead who just so happened to over hear their conversation. The thirteen year old was considerably smaller then the two, and she hid her face behind a dandelion she had clawed out of the ground and now held clasped in her hands. "I- He's sorry," she gestured at the dandelion as she spoke. "but, he overheard you and- if you're running away, he- we want to help."

Her grip on the stem of the flower tightened, the little girl frowning. "My twin brother is missing, too."

Val eyed the girl for a moment, before shrugging. "Fine. You can come with then. Get your stuff."

Penn could only stared wide eyed as the black haired girl shoved herself off him, turning to leave back towards her cabin. Gwenith turned to do the same.

"That- That was a joke suggestion! We can't really-"

"You have any better ideas?"