A.N. Okay, so this is a chapter story. This will also contain a lot—and I mean A LOT—of blood, but this chapter only. Also, read the Author's Note at the Kaykay!
Disclaimer: Because we all know Rick Riordan is an Indian middle-school girl. Why not?
It was a dark and chilly night, as Annabeth Chase shivered and wrapped the blanket around her tighter. She had been outside on the Big House's porch reading the Illiad, thinking it would be nice and warm, like the morning, but she was wrong. Annabeth was in the middle of the page when a sudden scream, hurried, heavy footsteps and ragged breathing jolted her from the book. She jumped to her feet, kept a steady hand on her dagger and took careful steps. The scream seemed to have been a boy's, the voice slightly deeper than a girls'. Sudden rustling from behind made her spin around. She gasped at the sight.
Although it was dark outside, Annabeth could see a boy; around 13 or 14 with dark hair and silver eyes gazed back at her, fear and pain lining the pupils. Cuts and bruises specked his skin, his blue jeans a faded gray, his Old Navy t-shirt torn and blood rimmed. But what shocked Annabeth the most was what was in his arms. A girl, 13 at the most, lay nearly lifeless in his arms, her short hair plastered to her forehead with blood, the crimson liquid streaking her—was it a shade of mocha? she couldn't tell—skin, but that wasn't the shocking thing. No, the shock was on her right shoulder: blood literally fell in a steady line from her sleeve, and it was a long-sleeved shirt tied up with nothing below.
The girl's arm had been cut off.
Annabeth tried to refrain from yelling for Apollo, because the girl obviously was unconscious and in serious pain. Instead, she quickly ushered both inside the main room and picked up the girl from the boy's arms, the sticky liquid dripping on her arms. Either Annabeth had a sixth sense or had really good timing, because the boy collapsed, then and there on the wooden floor. In the room's light, she could see the boy's hair was a charcoal black, shaggy and short. The girl's hair looked like it had been hacked off, and it was black, curly, short and covered in green streaks. Her skin was, in fact, a dark shade of mocha, and she used to have been wearing a Gap t-shirt and plain blue jeans, but the long sleeved shirt had been turned into a sleeveless with a midriff, the jeans torn shorts.
Just then, Chiron came into the main room. His eyes widened at the girl in Annabeth's arms and the boy on the floor in a heap. He picked up the boy, and both Athena girl and camp director hurried off the infirmary.
Little did they know how big of an influence these kids were going to be.
And just how broken they were.
A.N. Hooray! I can write things!
Beat that, Craig! I just pwned you!
(Hahah, Craig is one of my best friends.)
Sorry if the descriptions…disturbed you. I like gory things. XD
So anyways, I'm going to need some O.C.s, for campers. And this is the sheet:
Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Cabin:
Weapon:
Appearance (facial features, height, etc.):
Personality:
Fears/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
Do you want romance for you char.? Yes/no
Also! Put Vinni the Great at the bottom. Check back to see if I picked your o.c.!
Sorry this is so long. Cyber fist-bumps to those who review!
-Electra, master of procrastination and laughing