A/N SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY Hey did you notice if you say a word enough times, it loses all meaning? Yeah, I know, EVERYONE knows that.
OK, OK, I know that I'm detracting from the topic at hand: my complete abandonment of this story for, like, 3 months. I apologize once more, and to make up for that, I'll TRY to make this chapter longer to make up for it. I just kinda fell out of it for a while...OK, I know that if I take too long on the A/N, I'll never get to the story, so...here goes!
ONE LAST THING: In case you hadn't noticed, I took down APOLOGIA.
Disclaimer: Typically I would take time to make this funny and witty, but I really want to get to the story, so...no.
Of Wishing Death Upon A Certain Friend and Not-At-All-Happy Campers
There was immediate murmuring among the campers, especially the Ares kids, who looked particularly belligerent.
Akira's eyes, noticing the response to her words, flashed dangerously behind her glasses.
"DON'T even think about it," she said as an Ares kid unsheathed his sword. "You do realize, we know you all well enough to anticipate your reactions. If you try to attack any of us-" she indicated the Hecate cabin standing behind her, "you will suffer consequences."
"Such as?" Malcolm called out.
"Well-" Akira grinned, "We of the Hecate cabin have all worked together on a very special enchantment, that will temporarily disable any attacker."
"Exactly what do you mean by that?"
"Fine, it will render the attacker the sensation of...intense, disarming torture. I refuse to go further into detail as there are children here."
Someone else said loudly, "Yeah, what about the children?" Cue several snickers running throught the audience. "Isn't this too, um, grown up for them?"
Akira replied simply, "Anyone below the age of 13 will not be participating, as this is teenager stuff."
Most of the below-thirteen-year-olds looked profoundly relieved. Lucky them! I, however, glared at Akira, along with many other campers. But the threat of 'torture' was enough to hold us back.
Akira clapped her hands. "So! Now that we have that settled, let us move on to the actual games. Everyone get into two lines, boys and girls!"
No one moved.
Akira sighed. "I really, really regret having to do this." She turned to Drew. "You know what to do."
A smug look on her face, Drew stepped up to the mic. "Now, honeys," she said in a sickly sweet voice. "Let's all be dears and get into two lines: boys and girls."
As if hypnotized, most of the audience started to form into two lines. Including me. I felt kind of fuzzy myself, like I had drank too much of the Stolls' "punch."(spiked, obviously)
Damn that charmspeak to Tartarus.
A/N I'm sorry this is so short, I said I would TRY to make this longer, not that I would succeed. Please review, even if it's to tell me what an Octavian(worst insult in my opinion) I am for abandoning this story...