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Summary: "I swear," she whispered, though everyone heard, "I will kill whoever did this. I swear on the River Styx that your blood will be on my hands."

When a War Game goes wrong, what is the price that will be paid?

Rating: T

Characters: Octavian & OC

Genre(s): Angst & Romance

"Bitter-Sweet Revenge"

Chapter 1

"The Walls Have Ears…"

She dispels smoke from her lips and slowly floats away with it.

He was running. He was running as fast as his slightly stubby legs could take him. Looking over his shoulder, he let out an unmanly squeak of terror.

That thing was gaining on him. The cloaked figure held out its hands, he stumbled, something had wrapped around his ankles, pulled him to the ground.

He should have listened to Octavian's advice and not made fun of the young daughter of Ceres. He should have listened!

Slowly, things were wrapping around his body, holding him down. He felt the cloaked figure stand over him, dagger shining in it's hand.

The last thing he saw was the hood falling off to show bright blue hair.

He didn't even have time to scream before his throat was slit…

6 Hours Earlier

"Can you believe that little brat?" Hunter Hall, Third Cohort, son of Ares growled as he picked at his dinner.

"I know. Like she could even kill someone," Derrick Byers of the First Cohort, grunted out to his brother.

"I don't know. She had a weird glint in her eye." AJ Staub of the Second Cohort, son of Apollo stated as he drank his soda.

"What do you think, Octavian?" Hall looked up at there so-called leader.

"I think it would be best to lay low and stay off her bad side." He said as he eyed the doors, waiting for the 14 year old to come in.

"You're not seriously, scared, are you?" Byers asked, dropping his fork onto his plate in shock.

"No." he said, his eyes flashing in anger, "I'm smart. If you guys want to die tonight, go ahead, I'm not going to. Just be careful. She's dangerous now. Do not get on her bad side." Octavian stormed out, leaving 3 gaping idiots behind.

While he was walking out he ran into someone. "Sorry." He had said flashing his most charming smile.

"Get out of my way." The person replied. He could tell that the person was a she, but she was wearing a large black cloak, covering her whole body.

"Here let me help you." He held his hand out to her since she had fallen. She seemed to debate whether to take it or not. Finally she extended a small, skinny hand. When they touched, Octavian felt a spark. After she was up, she yanked her hand as if it was burned.

"Thanks." She said it as if the word hurt. Before she left, he grabbed the back of her cloak, causing it to fall off her shoulders. He stumbled backwards, terrified of the girl. Her skin, once tan and smooth, was pale and dry. Her hair once the darkest black was now a startling bright blue, her lips, once pink were blood red. Her eyes, oh her eyes, once the color of the darkest soil of Egypt were now a burgundy, so eerie, they seemed to look into you soul, exposing your deepest secrets. When she talked, fangs showed, and all across her back, there seemed to be flames, tattooed onto her pale skin.

"The after effects of a blood promise, well, except the blue hair, I did that myself." She said coldly, before snatching her cloak back.

"Uh, hi." He said into the air five minutes after she left.

AJ Staub was walking back from the bathroom. It was dark, a bit spooky, and he would jump at every small sound. He was worried. Byers had left a bit before dinner and no one had seen him since.

He saw something lying up ahead. He ran to it. "Hunter? Derrick?" he asked, crouching down before it.

"Hunter and Derrick are no longer here." A cold voice said from behind him. They started cackling madly, as if enjoying AJ's terror.

"Who-Who are you?" he asked backing up, slowly, trying to get away.

"Your biggest nightmare." The voice whispered.

AJ Staub was no more.

"O, Iris, Please take my offering and stuff like that. Damien Flores, York Pennsylvania." A small girl called out, flipping a coin into a rainbow.

"Damien!" she whispered to the image of the sleeping man. "Damien!" she said slightly louder, "Damien! Get up!" she finally yelled at him. The man sat bolt upright, his black hair standing up in different directions.

"Rebel?" he questioned the blue hair girl. She nodded her head, keeping herself in the shadows. "What's wrong?"

"Damien." She whispered. "I think I killed somebody." She stepped out, covered in blood, rope burns on her body, while dropping a bloody dagger to the ground.

I want to heal, I want to feel, like I'm close to something real, I want to find something I've wanted all along…somewhere I belong!

How was it?

I am listening to: Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park

Before anyone asks, JASPER FOREVER. PERCABETH FOREVER. FRAZEL FOREVER. Oh, and I guess Thalico is okay.

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