Pjo 2E
The three of us sat in the stolen car as Bill's friend drove at almost seventy miles an hour, and I had to sit in the back because the driver is Ben's friend. The song Highway to Hell played on the radio, and I asked if he could change it to something better.
"NO." They both said, and bumped fists.
I supposed it wasn't all that bad. The song certainly fit, if what he told me was true.
We were going to a camp for kids with God as their parent. A dream come true.
Except... it wasn't THE God, it was just some other gods from other myths, wrong and dumb ones. They didn't even have bibles or believers any more, or schools that proved they were right, so how could they be true?
We came up to the camp, but then a pack of six giant snakes came out of the forest and began to circle our car.
"No." Benjamin whispered in fear, and then got angry. "No, no, no, no!" He yelled angrily, swerving to the side, grinding a snake between a tree and cracking the tree in half, only for a different snake to rush right into the car's front.
My body jerked forwards and ny face slammed against the driver's seat, blood spraying everywhere as I screamed and clutched at my bleeding nose, my face absolutely covered in red. The windscreen was smashed in and one snake jumped into the car, biting into the upper body of Benjamin and thrashing him around, hitting Bill with him and breaking his bones before swallowing him.
Bill screamed bloody hatred as he grabbed onto the giant snake and pulled out his pen, turning it into a sword, and stabbed his sword into the monster's right eye, only for it to slither away as another one tackled him.
The snake attacked him from the back, but he rolled to the side and stabbed his sword into the monster as it flew past, opening it up and revealing the gold dust inside as the rest of its body disintegrated.
I got out and tried to help, and a snake slithered at me and leapt right at my face, mouth open wide. I swung my whole body like I'd seen my dead best friend do, and punched the snake right in the right tooth, knocking it out as Bill threw his sword at it, stabbing it in the eye, everything except the tooth on the floor turning to gold dust. I picked it up and could only watch as the remaining snakes focused on Bill.
Bill had joked about being a demon before, but now, I could truly see it. The beast shaped like a man screamed and roared as he cut through the snakes as they leapt at him, dodging and leaning just in time to swing and kill.
I wished I could help, but all I had in my hands was this stupid snake's tooth, about two feet long. And then the snake's tooth transformed, becoming a long and thin sword made of a white metal harder than steel. On its blade, there was an inscription, those old letters the bible was originally written in.
"Ivory." I whispered, reading its name aloud.
I looked up and got ready to fight, but Bill had already killed most of the snakes.
Now, only one was left, the one that had killed hisbfriend, but he wasn't satisfied with just killing that one.
He screamed so hard I thought he was going to choke, and he tossed his sword away as he ran and straight at the snake. I thought he was going to get himself killed, and eaten but then he tackled the snake and wrapped his right hand and arm around its jaw to keep it shut while his left hand drove straight into the snake's eye, reaching deeper and deeper as it thrashed and swung him around, its tail lashing as he shoved his arm in further and further, going in up to the elbow and then past that, his shoulder smacking the snake in the eye socket as his hand wrapped around the first thing he felt and tore it out, pulling out the snake's brain and throwing it on the floor beside it like a soaked towel, blood flying everywhere with a wet splat.
The snake stopped moving, completely dead, slumping to the ground like a shot animal.
But that still wasn't enough. Bill screamed and howled and cried as he stamped on the snake's brain over and over again, screaming like a mad beast. His eyes ruptured and their whites turned red, the coloured part of the eye turning a bright orange as sparks appeared around his form, leaving behind red trails of raw hatred.
Unable to take any more, I bent over and threw up on the floor, but I could still hear the stamping and screaming and squishing. Oh GOD, the squishing! In that moment, I finally understood why athiests exist, and why God didn't love him the way he loved me.
Bill was... an even bigger monster than those snakes.
I sunk to my knees, not even caring that I was getting my clothes wet and dirty. My friends were dead, my driver was dead, I was in the middle of nowhere, and the only friend I had for miles was a violent, amoral, athiestic monster.
His screams got louder, and the squishing and stamping stopped, replaced with a rhythm of thumps. I looked up, only to see Bill furiously punch and kick and elbow the dead snake head. The loud thumps echoed through the silent forest, even though his hits didn't seem to be doing anything.
I got up, and walked over to him. "Bill, stop!" I shouted.
He screamed louder, and swung his elbow down into the snake's head, caving the entire thing in, blood spurting all over him like a shaken soda can he'd opened, but he didn't even care. He stopped, because the snake was dead.
He slowly stood up, shaking with fury. "I swear..." He growled, sounding like his lungs were filled with blood.
I took a step closer.
He suddenly turned around, his hair whipping around and flicking blood at me. "I'M GOING TO KILL GOD!" He screamed.
My eyes wide open and glistening with tears, my mouth, I could only watch as he took off his shirt, wiped his face and hair with the unbloodied back, and went to get his sword. He put his shirt back on, picked up his sword, clicked the hidden button, and turned it back into a pen as he put it in his pocket.
He turned and walked away down the dirt path, without me, and his eyes turned back to normal.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Camp Half-Blood." Bill growled. "I'll find Demigods like me. They can join me. These swords can kill monsters with one touch. I'll find a way to make weapons that can kill Gods, and kill EVERY LAST ONE!"
"Bill, you're scaring me." I said.
"I. Don't. Care." He spat, and ran to where he guessed Camp Half-Blood would be.
I followed, worried about Bill, and wondering what I was supposed to do about my new sword, Ivory.
We soon got to camp, finding a bunch of girls on the perimeter with bows and arrows aimed at us. They all had pretty hairstyles and fancy clothes like the girls from Beverly Hills Chihuaha, but an orange jacked with CHB was on each of their chests, opened up and revealing their clothes that to me, might as well be swimswuits. I blushed just looking at them, and I was a girl! That was how bad their clothing was!
"We're here to visit Camp Half-Blood!" Bill shouted. "Benjamin told us to come here!"
"Who's Benjamin?" Asked a really pretty blond girl with a face spoiled by an angry look.
"The goat-man my age, who told us we were Half-Bloods when monsters attacked Jackie over here. I'm Bill." Bill said, pointing at me.
"Oh, you must mean Bayleaf. He uses human names to blend in." The blond girl said. "Where is he?"
"He's... dead." Bill growled. "Giant Snakes attacked the car we stole to get here."
They gasped. "Bayleaf is... dead?" The blond girl asked in surprise.
Bill grit his teeth and clenched his fists, holding his body still, looking down, hair hiding his eyes. The blond girl walked towards him, but he didn't care.
She grabbed him, hugging him tightly. "It's alright... I miss him, too."
"He was... my best friend!" Bill whispered, crying.
"He was my boyfriend, too." The blond said. "I'm Amy. We knew each other since we were eight."
Everyone was quiet, their heads bowed, as Bill wept into her shoulder, and she wept into his chest. I knelt, clasped my hands, and began to pray.
Lord, you have been our dwelling place
in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
You return man to dust
and say, "Return, O children of man!"
For a thousand years in your sight
are but as yesterday when it is past,
or as a watch in the night.
You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream,
like grass that is renewed in the morning:
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
in the evening it fades and withers.
For we are brought to an end by your anger;
by your wrath we are dismayed.
"Amen." I finished, getting up.
"What kind of a prophechy is that?" Asked Amy.
"That was prayer. We use it to talk to God." I said.
"You mean, The Gods?" Amy asked. "You're a seer?"
"No. My father is God." I said.
"One of them, according to Ben... 'Bayleaf'." Bill sighed. "You know what sucks? I knew the guy for almost a whole year, he was my best friend, and... I didn't really know him at all. I don't know how much of what he said was real, and how much was him trying to make me like him. I know the story he fed me about his bible-thumper parents was clearly a lie, and the same went for what species he was. I didn't... I didn't even know his real name. He fought for me, he died so we could get here, and... I didn't even know his real name."
"Cheer up, Bill!" I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "He's in a better place now. He's in Heaven, with God!"
He punched me in the gut so hard I vomited blood and fell to the ground.
"Never... Say that to me... Again." He growled, and walked into camp.
Amy and most of the other girls followed him, and only one girl stayed with me, bow drawn, ready to fire an arrow at me if I moved.
What happened?
When I could move again, I went into camp, and she followed behind me, arrow still pointed at me.
I later found out that these girls were from the Aphrodite cabin, they had guard duty today, and this really was Camp Half-Blood. We were going to live here, because the world was full of monsters. This place trained little kids to fight monsters, and this camp was the only safe haven from them.
The kids here all had powers, though each one's powers were different, and they stayed in a cabin named after the Greek gods they had powers similar to.
I didn't really believe any of these could be actual sons of Greek gods. After all, they're not real. If the Greek gods are real, then how is God real? Checkmate, Greecians.
I don't actually know what that means, but Bill says it a lot after saying something he thinks proves that he's right and God is wrong. Stupid, arrogant athiest.
But when I went into camp and met the horse-man camp owner guy, I screamed and ran away in fear, an arrow flying into my back once I'd cleared the lake.
