So, I decided to do my own little thing, mixing some Percy Jackson characters, along with my own OC peeps. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or Twix bars.
"Everybody up!" Travis yelled, his tone implying that something completely disastrous was imminent.
It was three in the morning, and the campers of Cabin Eleven were sleeping like the dead. Apparently, staying up late and plotting out intricate pranks while everyone was at the campfire wasn't Connor's best idea.
Lucy, the youngest of the Hermes cabin at only eight, jumped up and let out a shrill scream, "What is it?" She scampered toward Travis, stepping over heaps of bags and clothing.
Her scream woke up fourteen-year-old Zach, who reached over, and, grabbing a knife from under his pillow, staggered lazily toward Lucy. His hands spiraled wildly in an attempt to stabilize himself, and the hand holding the dagger landed on a bed near him with a thump. A choked cry escaped his throat until he located the target of the weapon. Lucy stared at the single long braid Zach held in his hand, chagrin painting her expression.
"Oh crap!" He hissed, violently rubbing his eyes to clear them.
Travis stood there, his jaw set angrily, watching his siblings and their disoriented panic.
"Ohmygod, Zach! What did you do?" Lucy shrieked, waking up their sister Skylar and half of the other campers.
"Wasgoiningon?" Skylar mumbled, reaching for her braid characteristically. When she felt the severed tips of her short hair, her face stretched out in horror. "WHAT HAPPENED?" She bellowed, standing up abruptly, fingering her hair with one hand and grabbing her bow and arrows with the other, and glaring menacingly at her siblings. Zach looked around nonchalantly, dropping the braid from behind him onto the floor.
Connor crawled lazily out of his bed, taking advantage of the commotion and reaching out for one of his brothers' jar of Greek fire.
"HEY!" Chandler, who was just waking up croaked angrily, "CONNOR!" He cried, his cowlick silhouette leaping wildly toward his brother in an attempt to grab back his jar.
In the struggle to keep the jar for his self, Connor slid down to the floor, clutching the Greek fire between his hands, "It's mine now, Chandler! Get the hell away from me!"
Lindsey, the eldest of the girls, quickly gathered her bearings and jumped between Connor and Chandler, "Stop it, you two!" She demanded, holding Chandler back before he could attack Connor again.
"Shit!" Connor yelled, his face pale, as the glass jar fell to the floor, "Everybody OUT!"
Everyone pushed their way out hurriedly, Zach stopping to grab Skylar, who was angrily throwing things around.
They stood outside, breathing heavily and coughing at the smoke. Chandler took Lucy's hand as she began to cry. "Hey, it's okay. At least we made it out." He muttered, dropping down to the wet grass as they watched their cabin burn in a mass of green Greek flames.
"So guys," Travis said, his face still a mask of frustration, "now that you're all awake, who took my Twix bar?"
Fin. Review?