Now here is my chapter that will pick up from where B Heart left off. Enjoy.

"Hey, quit splashin' me, I'm trying to fix this damn arm," I yelled. We were down by the beach to cool off as the hot summer sun berated us with its heated rays. Lunch was filling, and, since we had nothing else better to do, we decided to swim. Not much of a swimmer, I just decided to sit on the bench and examine my broken arm. The damage was worse than I originally thought. I thought that Zack only cut a few wires, but in actuality, he cut through the shield, some wires, an under plate, and bit into the core. That will be a pain in the ass to fix, or I may just scrap it and build a better one from the parts.

"Well, if you weren't such a hydrophobe, that wouldn't be a problem," Chris retorted.

"Water and machine don't mix, dipshit," I replied, covering my detached limb and wrapping up my tools. I headed back to the armory/Hephaestus Cabin, glaring at anybody that walked by. I know, bad habit, but you develop ii when they stare at where your arm should be. Fucking Hydras. I guess I'll shed a little light on my past and how this fiasco happened in the first place.

Three years ago, I thought I was a normal guy with normal classes, normalish friends, and (in my opinion) the hottest girl in school. My personality was that of a totally different person I was happy, outgoing, trusting, and easily amused. Things changed though when my and my girl, Paris, were on vacation at this island resort. We were having a great time, surfing, sightseeing, away from our families. But on the third night, something went wrong.

Paris had an extremely worried face, and her whole body was shaking. She kept saying that we had to go and that someone would pick us up. I just packed everything necessary and hurried with her. Except we didn't go out through the front door, we went out the back. We didn't go to the docks, but went through the woods. I was lost within seconds of running through trees and bushes, Paris leading the way. Then she stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide, straining to hear something. I didn't know what she was doing until I heard the hissing sound. But by then it was too late. Paris tackled me to the ground as a greenish-yellow liquid flew through the air. She recovered quickly, drawing a bronze-colored long knife/short sword from out of nowhere. That's when I saw the assailant. It had seven snake-like heads with long scaly necks that fused into one body, something I've only heard in stories. A Hydra. And then it went for Paris. Did I tell you I got into a lot of fights to protect Paris? Well, I did, and this wasn't much different. I got up and side tackled the monster, knocking it to the ground. Or so I wished. In reality, I got knocked on my ass and drawing its' attention to me. At least I helped a little. But then I came to a horrible realization as I heard Paris scream. I turned to see what happened. Big Mistake. What I saw before the immense pain I was about to receive was unbearable. Paris, on the ground clutching her chest, while the slime, that I now knew was acidic, was oozing out of a wound. That's when the pain hit and I realized that my arm had been torn off, but I ignored it as I rushed over to Paris...

"PARIS! NOOOO!" I screamed. I ran over as fast as I could, picking her up in my remaining right arm while blood drained out of my missing left. "Get away!" I screamed again, this time at the multiple Hydras (Yes, there is more than one hydra present). My heart was aching as I watched Paris dying in my arm. Succumbing to the growing rage towards the Hydra for causing her this pain, I gently laid her down, and slowly got up. Fire was starting to flicker in crescent arcs around my body as the look in my eyes turned from grief to unimaginable hate. The flames were beginning to form an arm where my left used to be, giving it a demonic look. As my rage was growing, two blade of white fire formed in my hands, each about three feet in length. I took a step forward and then another, the arcs around me growing. The hydras surrounding me were having different reactions, some closing in on me, others backing away hissing as the arcs of flame got near. Suddenly, I broke left and rushed the hydra, who thought he was sneaking undetected, was stunned with surprise. I bit into its scaly flesh with my right sword at an angle, severing two heads and the top half of its torso...I think, and cauterizing the openings. It turned to dust not a second later. I then dashed in the opposite direction, avoiding a snapping head and acid, and plunged both swords in the middle of another Hydra. Swinging the swords away from each other, I split the snake in half, turning it to dust instantly. I slowly looked at the rest of them, and, crossing my blades in a horizontal "X", I had one word going through my mind.

"DIEEEEE!" I shouted loud and clear as I possibly could, slashing my swords to form a white, fiery tornado that covered a half-mile radius (or so I was told).The Hydras were engulfed in the fire, obliterated them instantly along with the trees. But soon the fires died down, and as they were leaving, grief and sorrow were filling me as I watched my love passing away. Gathering her back in my one arm, with my other one gone along with the flames, I held her close as she was fading.

"I will save you. Even if I have to go to hell and back, I will save you. I promise," I cried, as she put on a faint smile before going limp, which made me cry harder. That was how I was when the contact found us. The man tried to lift me into a standing position, and after that, tried to take Paris out of my arm. He soon found himself on the ground clutching his side after my foot had found it. A few seconds after that, I passed out from pain that was my cauterized arm.

I awoke on the deck, in a hammock, of a one-mast boat. Paris was nowhere to be found and neither was the guy that found me. I got up and started walking around the boat, soon arriving below deck where the man sat at a desk, writing. He must have heard me because when I got to the entrance he looked up with a relieved look on his face. That looked quickly changed to fear when he saw what was on mine

"Where is she," I flatly demanded in a tone that spoke of pain if he didn't comply.

"In here," he stated, pointing to a coffin behind the desk wrapped in a silver shroud with the emblem of an owl on it. Walking over I went and sat cross-legged position in front of it, hands resting on my knees, head bowed.

"Wait, you're not going to ask who I am, why are you here, where are we going, or anything like that?" he asked, a bit dumbfounded.

"Don't give a fuck, now shut up and stay silent so I can pray." I said, head still bowed, but he could feel the tension in my body just by looking at how white my knuckles were from clenching my knees. And so he shut up and stayed that way for the rest of the way to wherever the hell they were heading...

And that was how I came to camp Half-Blood. I was first in line for Paris' funeral pyre, (who, if you didn't know from the shroud, was a daughter of Athena), not caring for the fact that Athena's cabin was supposed to be, but they let it slide because if they didn't, not even Poseidon could cleanse my fires. I also learned of My Father, Hephaestus, and built my new arm. Or arms, since I now have a collection. But, unfortunately, I couldn't summon that power again. I can create flames, but not to the level of power that they were three years ago.

"Hey, is Lindow here?" I heard someone ask from the cabin/forge door, which is quite surprising if you think about all the noise going around.

"Yeah, he's in the back, sulking, trying to fix his arm. I hear Zack kicked his ass again in a fi-," his sentence was cut off as a knife sunk into the wiring of his little project.

"Well, the projection seems a bit off. I was aiming for your vocals. All well, what can I do for you Malcom? Run out of arrows again? Bow snap?" I asked, leaving Michael to be the one sulking.

"Yeah, I need 4 sets (20 arrows/set) of enchanted arrows, reinforcement of my bow, and some of that magic polish. Speaking of that polish, what's in it? I don't know anything that could make something glow gold like that." Malcom said with a curious expression on his face.

"Glad you asked! You see, it's made from liquid celestial bronze from the forge, a chemical to keep the bronze in liquid form, and last but not least….. Monster dust." I finished my explanation with a salesman grin. Not used to this behavior, Malcom took two steps back and looked a bit worried for my mental health.

"Is that… so. Ok then, how much do I owe you." He asked, still a bit unsure if it was safe to come near.

"Let's see. Each set of enchanted arrows costs $10.95, so that's $43.80 right there. Reinforcement of the bow costs $7.99, making that $51.79. And last but not least, the Magic Polish, which costs $12.99. Add that up, plus 7% sales tax, your total is $69.32. Now if you're paying in Drachmas, your total would be 7. (I'm going with ten bucks equals a Drachma)"

"It will be Drachmas this time. I don't have mortal cash right now. Not since Alaine and Noah took the cabin's allowance and wasted it at that casino near the Empire State Building during their quest together." Malcom said, along with a depressed sigh. "So are you ready for Capture the Flag tonight?"

"Yeah, I guess. Not really caring. I'm only in it for the dessert privileges. You just better hope that you're allied with me, or else you might be in the medic tent for a while. The Hephaestus cabin is packin' a few nasty traps. Who are you guys aligned with tonight?"

"Apollo is aligned with Hades, Zeus, Aphrodite, Dionysus, and Demeter. So unfortunately, you won't be joining us in the victory circle," Malcom said with a smirk, handing me the golden Drachmas.

"Don't come cryin' when your ass is on fire," I retorted as I watched him leave. "Hey Mich, are those traps ready yet?" I asked, turning to find Michael still sulking in a corner. "Oh c'mon ya pussy, get over it, you can fix it later. Besides, it's your own fault for pissin' me off. Go make sure those traps are ready. I need to check on something."

With that I headed back toward my bed. Remember how there is a series of caverns under the Hephaestus Cabin? Well, they have gotten bigger, and my bunk happens to lead down to a large cavern. It's pretty nice, spacious, has a little lake that Chris isn't allowed to go near, and a workshop. As I got to my bed, I unlocked the cabinet with my bionic arms and grabbed the second to last one (Think Edward Elric's Automail). After detaching the one I just fixed, I stored it in its designated spot and attached the new one. After that I pressed a button on the consol and typed in a number. The bunk started to lower like an elevator down to the cavern. As soon as it stopped, I hopped out and headed over to the work station, detaching my arm and laying it on the table.

"Ok, let's show everyone my little secret, eh Paris?"

And there is the first of MY chapters. Don't know when I'll update, I'm usually very busy. I'm only taking this story out of boredom (Do not follow my example when adopting a child). Flames don't affect me, I've suffered worse shit hence my screen name. When your girlfriend tries to kill you and almost succeeds, let me know. I have a scar to prove the knife wound. That out of the way, constructive criticism is allowed. I'm also looking for a beta for grammar issues. And no more characters. You guys CAN give ideas on what to do. And if I don't portray your character right, PM me. I believe I don't have it blocked anymore. Ja ne