Nobody's Safe
A Percy Jackson and the Olympians Story
Chapter 1
Written by: SlntLullaby
Anyone could be the killer. You have to learn to trust no one but yourself.
Vanessa Haggerty was an Aphrodite camper. She was fairly pretty too. She had long, dark brown hair that always spilled over her shoulders in perfect ringlets. Her hair was dark brown, in fact, that it looked black, unless it was examined closely. She had tan skin, which was almost an olive colored skin tone, but not quite. She always had this extravagant smile on her face that bared her almost too white teeth. She would always stay positive, no matter what was going on. It was such a shame that her perfect curls would be ruined and that her tanned skin would be stained crimson. She was the first victim. No one even saw it coming. No one would ever even expect Vanessa to be the first one.
Vanessa walked along the red rubber mats next to the pool. She would never walk on the concrete. She was too careful of a person to walk on it, in fear of slipping. When she got to the metal ladder on the side of the pool, she carefully stepped down each step. She waded in the pool for a few minutes, and then decided to swim. She was thankful that no one else was in the pool, or outside of it, for that matter. It was so noisy when everyone was there. The pool was indoors, so it was enclosed with concrete walls, which made the noise echo, and only made it much louder. Vanessa liked quiet. She liked having this time to think. She took a breath and ducked under the water, swimming all the way to the other end of the pool. She did the backstroke on the way back, with her eyes closed, feeling peaceful. She hummed a sweet lullaby as she swam. She did have a beautiful voice. Yet another good thing that disappeared from this innocent girl. When she reached the edge of the pool, a dark figure stepped towards the pool. The figure grabbed Vanessa's head, causing her eyes to snap open instantly and scream.
"Shh," the figure cooed to her. Vanessa's eyes went wide as she looked at the figure's face. The figure didn't stop her. Who was Vanessa going to tell? After all, she'd be dead in a matter of minutes, and not found until far later.
"What are you doing?" Vanessa gasped out. The dark figure smirked.
"Killing you, of course," they replied. Vanessa whimpered, and then kicked and thrashed about, trying to get free from the grip the person had on her. The figure then decided they were bored with this, and smacked Vanessa's head on the side of the pool. A deathly crack was heard as Vanessa's head collided with the ceramic tile. Blood seeped out from under her beautiful hair. Vanessa's eyelids fluttered and she fell unconscious. The figure let go of Vanessa's head, and let her sink to the bottom of the pool, causing the clear water to turn sickly red. The figure smiled, because in a sick, twisted way, they were satisfied. The person bent down, wiped the blood off of the side of the pool with a rag that had been in their pocket, and then stuck the bloody rag inside of their black coat.
"Sweet dreams, Vanessa," the murderer whispered, and blew the drowning girl a kiss, before turning on their heel sharply and walking out. Under the water, as Vanessa kept regaining and losing consciousness, she struggled to breathe as water filled her lungs. Then, she dies. Her pale eyelids close one last time. Her long black eyelashes hit the skin under her eyes. Her lungs, filled with water, stop trying to breathe in oxygen. And her heart stops beating. She lies limp at the bottom of the pool of her blood. And she never sings another lovely song. She never smiles that wide, pearly smile. And she most definitely doesn't speak of who the murderer is. It's only unspoken between her and the dark figure that took her young life away.
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