Leo Valdez, the main character for this fanfiction, was bored out of his wits. He could swear he had a list of things to do today, but the fangirl writing the fanfiction he was in would have to delete her account on if her parents found out she had put swear words in her stories, so he had to settle with kicking the table, which was just as bad because the author decided to bruise his toe on Buford.
As he was fighting back the not-allowed curses, a cry rose up from outside the cabin. Leo hobbled out of the cabin and was greeted with a hard shove and a "Stay back!" from Will Solace, head of the Apollo cabin.
Annabeth was back.
And apparently, that was bad news.
Now, Leo liked Annabeth when she wasn't brandishing a knife, glaring at him, yelling at him, or scolding him. Basically, he liked her when she was drunk.
But when he snuck a peek past Will's shoulder, he could see that something was very wrong with his fierce friend. Her clothes were ripped and dirty, her hair was matted and in desperate need of a comb.
She had a vicious, paranoid look in her eyes. She clutched her knife. Harassed as she looked, she would still be deadly.
Will stepped forward slowly, talking in smooth tones.
She lashed out.
Will cried out and crumpled.
Her eyes were wide and her head snapped back. She snapped her head back and hissed. "Stay back! Get away!" she waved her knife in the air before slamming it into the ground. Yanking it out, she spit on the blade. Then she cackled an eerie laugh.
"She'll get to you before long!" She rasped. "She'll get you." She looked around. Her eyes found his. Her eyes widened. As did his.
She lunged, blade flashing in the summer sun before it hit its target.
Leo had time to fall and hear her strangled laughter before he passed out, blood pooling around him, matting his curly mass of hair.
If she was aiming to kill, he thought dimly. She probably succeeded. He felt angry. I don't even have a girlfriend, he thought furiously.
All went black and he relaxed.