Mrs. Moon did some weird snarl/laugh combination. Suddenly, swords appeared in my hands! "This just gets better and better!" she snarled. I tried to look menacing, but was obviously failing. Aggressiveness just isn't my thing. "Do it!" she screeched. I just stood there, trembling. "My sources were correct! You couldn't kill a fly if you tried!" taunted what used to be my principal. "This makes everything easier! I'll be free in no time!" she said to no one in particular.
This is it. This is how I will die. Trembling like a scared five year old, tears in my eyes. I hated killing. Just the thought of ending any life at all makes me want to throw up. The shocking realization of what I had to hit me. This was a kill or be killed situation. And I was NOT gonna die today.
I told myself, over and over, that this wasn't a person. It wasn't! And I just did what I had to do. I swung one of my swords at her. And missed. Big time. "Nice try godling! I haven't been killed in-" Mrs. Moon never finished her sentence. My sword went clean through where her heart should be, and she turned to dust. A slight chill still lingered. I fell to my knees. And cried. And cried.
Suddenly,the door was kicked off its hinges. "Catelyn! Are you hurt! Please tell me you're alright!" It was Ceecee. "That's it. I'm sorry Cate, but you're coming with me." She grabbed my arm, and started leading me to who knows where. I blindly followed her, to numb to protest. Too numb to do anything but nod my head every few minutes, because I couldn't hear anything she was rambling about. All I heard were my thoughts. Over and over.
"Youkilledsomeoneyoukilledsomeoneyoukilledsomeyoukilledsomeone," I thought to myself. "Catelyn!" I snapped out of my trance. I looked down, and saw Manhattan below me. Was Manhattan always below me? "Catelyn, I know a lot just happened, but you need to get it together. Please just get in the chariot. "Chariot?" I thought. "Okay," I said, no emotion in my voice. I stepped into the chariot and sat down next to Ceecee. "Don't worry, your stuff's safe in the back," she said. I didn't question her.
" Duh!" she said, hitting herself on the head. She gestured to the white pegasus harnessed to the chariot. "Angel, Catelyn, Catelyn, Angel." Everything after that is a blur. We arrived at a farmhouse, I think. Then nothing. Maybe I fainted?
Ow. Ow. "I told you not to turn on the light!" said a woman with…brown? Blonde? Blonde hair. "I need to see if I wanna find my keys!" said a man next to her. " Go away," I said, wanting to be alone. "Percy!, you woke her up!" said Blondie. " I need to see if I'm gonna find my keys!" said a man next to her. Percy. That's a weird name. Or stupid. Maybe both./span/p
"Go. Away." I said, this time with more force. I looked around. I was in a no machines. And Greek decor. Nice. "If you're just gonna stand there, at least tell me where I am!" I said louder. They looked at each other for a moment. "Oh, sweetie," said Blondie. "You're at Camp Half-Blood."