Woo! Update time! I feel good! I am glad to be getting all these great reviews, and I love you all for it! Free hugs for everyone!! SOOOO yeah. I saw Percy Jackson the movie, like, twice this weekend; I love it for something that didn't follow the book at all.

With this chapter, I bring you………………………CAPTURE THE FLAG! YAY!

Warnings: OOC-ness and the usual stuff. Hope it turned out good, and now, read!

Iggy was mad. Steaming mad; and he was thinking about how lucky everyone was that he didn't have any bombs in his pockets as he sat up high in a tree branch without anyone knowing. Not even Chiron, who he was the maddest at. He gave him no reasonable explanation on why he had Max's feather after receiving it in a dream, and what it meant and, well, everything! Oh Iggy just ran away when Chiron didn't know how to explain everything and he had been sitting up in the tree all day, listening to the comings and goings of every camper in the camp, even those Satyrs and Nymphs that lived in the forest. Several Nymphs that knew he was blind tried to convince him to come down, but obviously failed.

Late in the day, Iggy had heard campers cheering about something, and letting his curious side get the better of him, he stuck Max's feather in his back pocket and clambered down. Following the noise, he made it to the group he heard Percy, Luke and Annabeth in.

"Ah, come to join us?" Annabeth asked when he stumbled over, bumping into people accidentally.

"Yeah…what's going on?" he asked, shifting his head around once and a while, catching snippets of conversations, half of them about himself. How he had disappeared most of the day after his weird "morning jog" as some people put it jokingly, wondering where he had gone, things like that.

"Capture the Flag," Annabeth said with a wide grin. Iggy blinked.

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Again, being annoyed and angry did not exactly suit Iggy if he didn't have a bomb in hand, or an Eraser to pulverize. He just sat at the base of a tree near a stream where Percy was keeping watch. Nobody knew what to do with Iggy, so they just stuck him with Percy. Iggy had Max's feather in his hands as he sat in silence, missing listening to Max taking the lead, Fang's silence – funnily enough it was very different from the usual silence – Angel and Total talking to each other, Gazzy helping him scribble down ideas for a new bomb, and Nudge just talking away.

"Hey, Iggy, you ok? You're so quiet," Percy spoke up, catching his attention.

"Just thinking…" Iggy shrugged. "Miss the others."

"Well, of course you would." Percy turned to look at him and saw him fingering the feather again. "What is that even from?"

"A dream. Max…" Iggy shrugged again. "Someone's coming," he added, hearing footsteps and screams on their way over, as well as the clanking of armor. Iggy had some on as well; Annabeth and Luke made him put it on in case he got in trouble…though all he had on was a chest plate and some shin guards, they didn't expect him to get into any trouble. Getting up, Iggy wandered over to Percy and heard him groan in annoyance.

"Its Clarisse," he informed, and Iggy nodded with a frown.

"Ambush?" he asked.

"Attempted, yes," Percy nodded. Silence.

"Alright then." By that time Clarisse and her cabin mates/siblings had hurried over and Clarisse brandishing a strange looking spear. Percy pulled out the sword he had borrowed, and Iggy tossed his shield to the side. He didn't care; they didn't think he could fight. He would show them.

"You and me have a score to settle, Jackson!" Clarisse said angrily, pointing the tip of the barb-wired spear in his face.

"Don't you think we might have already settled that?" Percy asked, whacking the spear away with his sword. Iggy took note of the sounds, there was a slight buzz as the metal sword hit the spear, and Percy let out a soft hiss. By his guess, he would say that the spear was either mechanical, or electrified. His guess was the second.

"I think us two have a score to settle, too," Iggy said tauntingly. "Or are you afraid to hit the blind one again?" Iggy really did need to blow off some steam. Fighting Clarisse just might be as good as fighting off Ari…well, back when he was alive, that is. A loud "whoosh!" sounded as she swung the spear his way, he ducked and she missed. She swung again, lower this time, and he jumped. Clarisse got frustrated, and as she swung once more – Iggy flipping backwards – Percy swung at her with his sword. He managed to ding her armor, but didn't cause any significant damage.

Clarisse jabbed at Percy then, and hit him in the chest plate. Yelling out loud, he fell back into the stream. Iggy took his opportunity and swung a kick at her. He kicked her in the ribs, sending her flying. She got up, holding back some of her siblings, and rushed Iggy. She swung, and Iggy was just a bit too late to realize what was going on. Luckily Percy was there. He jumped over and rammed into Clarisse, just as Iggy spun to the right, dodging most of her swing. The tip of her spear grazed his back, cutting his shirt open and giving his wings a good shock. Falling to the ground, and quickly rolling to his back, Iggy gasped in pain. Percy and Clarisse were into a full-blown war by the time Iggy shakily got back onto his feet. At that time he didn't even bother concerning himself with the fact that the cut in his shirt was allowing his feathers to poke out, or the fact that his wings were tingling uncomfortably, and seeming to get worse with each stumbling step.

Iggy charged into Clarisse, her spear bouncing off his chest plate as he tackled her to the ground and pinned her there, his face contorted in pain as a shock wave flooded through him.

"Iggy!" Percy yelled, but the blind boy just ignored him. Clarisse flipped Iggy off her, got a better hold on her spear, and jabbed him with it again, sticking it almost right through his chest plate. Letting out a anguished cry of pain, Iggy curled up, grabbing at his chest plate and tried to pry it off him, not even thinking of untying it. He was just concerned about getting it off. Clarisse, smirking, got up and turned to Percy, and received his sword's butt to the nose. She roared angrily, smacking his sword away with her spear and going for a swing to his head. Angrily, Percy smacked the spear away with all his might and watched as it broke in two. Triumphantly he grinned as he smacked her head with the side of his sword, hard enough to knock her to the ground. Before anyone could respond, a few feet away Luke ran across the field and over to their side with a red flag with a boars head patterned on it, winning them the game. Everyone on their team came out of the woods, cheering and running over to Luke, very few of them noticing Iggy's groaning form on the ground, all save Percy and Annabeth, who rushed over as soon as they were in the clear. Clarisse and the others around her staggered after Luke angrily, grumbling something about a set-up.

"Iggy! Are you ok?" Annabeth asked, shaking his shoulder.

"Never better…" he groaned, letting her help him sit up. "Ow! Watch it!" he yelped as she put her hand on his back. If he could see, he would be alarmed by both the younger kids' surprised looks, as well as the other campers from the Ares cabin. Annabeth moved her hand slightly and he hissed angrily. "That hurts, stop!" after yelling that Iggy froze, realizing what must have happened and why they were all silent. Iggy quickly grabbed Annabeth's arm, pulled her hand away from his back and over to his front. He put his hand on hers and saw dark red flash in his mind as he felt the gooey, sticky warm liquid on her fingers.

"Oh damn!" he shouted and swung his arm back and had felt his fingers wrap around the slice in his shirt. Groaning, he stuck his hands inside the shirt and felt his bloody feathers, and then the somewhat deep cut underneath.

"We should get you to the Big House, right now!" Percy said, sounding urgent and alarmed, his eyes locked on the feathers.

Suddenly, a growl erupted, and then a howl came from the forest and everybody froze, even the campers who had gathered around to see what was up with Iggy ignored him and stared into the forest. As soon as they heard…whatever it was, Chiron had hurried over, shouting out in ancient Greek. Annabeth drew her sword, and Iggy tensed. He had no idea what was going on, as per usual.

On the rocks just above everyone was a black hound the size of a rhino with lava red eyes and teeth like daggers, looking straight at Percy. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke…

Except for Annabeth. "Percy, run!" she yelled. Iggy got up; knowing something bad was going to happen. And as Iggy moved the creature turned to him and snarled, baring its teeth. Annabeth, who moved over to Percy, discovered that the monster was too fast and leaped over her. Before anyone knew it, Iggy had snapped out his wings, which in turn ripped up his shirt pretty well, and flew in between the two and got the monster's teach digging right into his shoulder, luckily just there. Iggy came down to a crash landing, holding in a scream of pain as his shoulder spewed blood.

The monster ignored Iggy and went right for Percy again, after the quick detour that is. The monster pounced as Percy's footing slipped. The razor sharp claws dig through his armor. There was a cascade of thwacking sounds, and out of the monster's neck came dozens of arrows. And with that, it died.

Iggy was struggling to get up, his face pale and blood oozed out of his new wounds the more he tried to move. A puddle formed underneath him, and Luke was the first to notice. He ran over and pushed him back to the ground, telling him to lie still a moment while someone worked on giving him a quick make-up bandage. He had called over someone from the Apollo cabin to do such.

"Um…what the…" Iggy's wings twitched when he realized that what they were talking about. He had blew his cover, and if Max were there she would have gotten him away so fast that he wouldn't have time to even think about apologizing.

"Di immortales!" Annabeth's voice reached Iggy, and he turned his head in her direction, ignoring everyone else around him. "That's a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't…they're not supposed to…"

"Someone summoned it," Chiron said. "Someone inside the camp." Iggy felt Luke's grip on his good shoulder tighten and then Iggy heard Clarisse yell something.

"It's all Percy's fault! Percy summoned it!"

Iggy's blank expression suddenly came to life and filled with anger. He tried to get up, managed to get halfway to his feet when Luke pushed him down again. "You need to sit still!" he hissed at him, pinning him to the ground. "You lost a lot of blood!"

"Please, I've had worse," Iggy said, glaring at him. He pushed Luke off and staggered to his feet. The boy from the Apollo cabin had already finished up the make shift bandage and was just starting to look at his wings when he stood. Shakily walking over, Iggy let his wings trail down and he pushed his way through the crowed of campers. He stopped when he felt Annabeth's gentle hand place itself on his chest, holding him back. It was only then that he noticed everyone was quiet.

"What's going on…?" Iggy asked, hoping that nobody was staring at his wings. Annabeth swallowed dryly.

"This is really not good," she said in a low voice.

"It is determined," Chiron announced from somewhere behind him. Annabeth had grabbed onto the part of Iggy's shirt that was still on and pulled him to the ground into a kneel. Groaning as his shoulder protested, he followed her lead anyway, realizing that everyone else must be doing the same.

"My father?" Percy asked in a bewildered voice. Iggy blinked, confusion etching his face. Annabeth just kept her hand on top of his, remaining silent.

"Poseidon," said Chiron. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God."

Iggy was just glad they weren't paying any attention to his wings.

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