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Chapter 4: A Hostile Ally

Octavian waited. He surveyed the seven carefully. He'd been told to select one of them. Only one. Octavian would've rather killed all the Greeks, but he'd been commanded not to.

Reyna finally finished her dull speech with "First, second and third cohorts against fourth, fifth cohorts and Greeks." Octavian led his cohort to the eastern side of the battle grounds. They'd never played Capture the Flag as far as Octavian could remember. It seemed partially a shame to spend the game plotting. Partially.

The team made fortifications, defences, and prepared both a small and a large group of people to go onto the aggressive side. Octavian instructed his team hurriedly, though he wasn't really thinking about strategy. He looked over them. He knew he'd have to kill one of his own to get Reyna to believe the Greeks were enemies. Octavian knew he could lead Rome to conquering Greece again.

"Octavian," one of his allies addressed, "Everything is set. What front will you be on?"

"Not front," Octavian decided, "Final layer of defence. I'll fight them off when we need it most. Where is Lila?" His ally smirked.

"Front line of defence. You sure you don't want to move there?" His ally looked at Octavian expectantly.

"I'm sure," Octavian assured him. His ally sighed.

"You're still sold on that whole "I don't like Lila" thing?"

"It's truth, I believe truth."

"Suit yourself, really don't see why you just don't give it up and ask her out already." His ally walked away, informing other leaders of positions and probably not telling them to ask girls out. Octavian hated that girl almost as much as he hated Greeks. He thought it would be brilliant if he killed her, which was exactly why he was going to. He'd taken a life before, sure it'd come straight back, but he'd killed someone. He'd watched the life drain from Gwen's face. He'd watched her eyes empty as her head lolled backwards. He remembered that surge of power, that rush of adrenaline, that feeling of success. Surely it counted as murder.

Battle horns sounded throughout the grounds, the game was beginning. Octavian sheathed his sword and backed towards the flag. It was only a matter of moments before the first of the seven tried to take the flag. He took his knife from his belt and strode to the interior of the fortress. He could almost smell the fresh blood that would soon stain the blade. He backed into the shadows of the walls around the flag. Invisible to any unsuspecting demigod. Safe from possible harm.

Octavian pulled out the other item needed to achieve his goal - a mobile phone. He dialled the necessary number and waited eagerly.

"Hello?" Lila's faint voice asked. Octavian had no idea why someone, let alone a demigod, would be stupid enough to bring a mobile phone into battle; nonetheless, Octavian was rather glad Lila did at that moment.

"I need you to come and help on the last line of defence," Octavian said urgently, "Near the flag. We've got the whole hero squad on the other team; I don't think they'll go for the obvious full-frontal attack." Lila squeaked something in reply, but the only words that mattered to Octavian were "I'll be there." She was walking to her death and sounding pretty happy about it too.

Octavian waited. Every second felt like an hour. His hands didn't stop twisting around his knife's cold hilt. Finally she poked her head around the corner. Lila was probably too skinny for her own good, a potential reason for why people thought that she and Octavian were perfect for each other. She gave him an uneasy smile when she saw that there was no one else on the last line of defence.

"What happened to the others?" Lila asked.

"Nothing," Octavian replied, his voice unwavering from its threatening monotone, "You're quite capable of fending off a bunch of first cohort wannabes. We don't need help" Lila's green eyes lit up, like Octavian had just paid her the nicest compliment known to man. He forced a smile at her that was about the only sort of smile he had. Lila stared at Octavian. Her smile would've normally made someone fall in love with her instantly, a granddaughter of Venus at its most powerful. No doubt Lila had inherited some of her grandmother's abilities.

"So we wait?" Lila asked, subtly tidying her blonde hair. Octavian smirked.

"Yes," he responded showing no emotion and making no eye-contact. He flipped his golden blade over again, staring into his own glassy blue eyes. He couldn't hold the blade steady. Anxious nerves built up inside him. He knew what he wanted to do, but could he really pull it off? Doubts entered his mind. He didn't like it. He stood straighter and tried to focus on something else.

"Are you ok?" Lila asked, "You seem very quiet." Octavian shook himself out of his thoughts.

"I'm good," he said, "I'd rather this day never end."

"Don't lie Oc," Lila said, "Everyone knows you hate the Greeks, you'd rather them never to have come."

"I haven't exactly tried to be quiet about my desire to rid them from our world."

"What do you hold against them anyway?" she inquired. Octavian gave her a threatening glare. "I'm sorry, I was just-"

"Curious," Octavian finished, "I know. Everyone is. It's human nature. As for why I hate Greeks..." There was movement in the shadows behind Lila.

Octavian watched the shadow out of the corner of his eye, saying really intelligent things like "uh, er... um," to fill in time. Finally a figure emerged from around the corner. The form of none other than Leo Valdez stepped into view.

"Now if you guys just ignore me," Leo started, "We'll all come out fine." He flashed them a mischievous smile and strolled right towards the flag.

Octavian broke into a full sprint, charging straight at Valdez. Valdez started running to the flag, spitting back failed attempts at insult. Octavian flipped his knife in mid-step, catching the blade in a proper fighting position. Leo ripped the flag from its stand as Octavian lashed out.

Leo's face smiled briefly at Octavian, before he realised just what Octavian planned to do. Octavian watched as Leo's smile melted into a look of sheer distress. Octavian felt more alive than he ever had as he rushed through the shadows towards the poor boy. A rush of adrenaline had overcome all of Octavian's human instincts. His conscience was clouded by the power that surged through his veins. As Octavian's knife connected with Leo's chest, a smile spread over Octavian's face. Leo tore the blade from his heart moments before he collapsed - dead.

Octavian stomped on the corpse's face, admiring just how much power he had. Octavian could tear life from body. Octavian had proved just how much he stood apart from Valdez. Octavian's mind was veiled from just how cruel his actions were. Octavian was far too busy marvelling at his own capability. Drunken with power. Overshadowed by pure evil. Even Lila's screams weren't enough to distract him.

Finally Octavian returned his gaze to Lila, but there was something different in his eyes this time. They were still the same glassy blue, yet there was something more powerful behind them. Octavian picked Leo's weapon from the ground and locked on his next target... Lila.

The girl screamed desperately. Tears welled in her eyes as she crumpled to her knees.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed. Her breathing quickly became far too fast and her whole body trembled. She made a desperate attempt to run from Octavian, but he was much faster than her. Octavian thrust Leo's blade through her left lung with ease. Lila fell instantly and began choking on her own blood. She was being internally drowned by her own blood.

Octavian yanked the sword from her side and cast it back over at Leo's corpse. Octavian smiled, breathing quickly, but happily. He seemed to enjoy watching every moment of Lila's choking and sputtering on her own blood.

"Octavian," she breathed, through much choking and coughing, "Why?" She stared at him through empty eyes, appearing more concerned for Octavian than herself. He smiled at her. She clutched at her wound, as her final breaths escaped her.

As blood leaked freely from her corpse Octavian pushed her eyelids closed gently. A traumatised expression crossed his face. He began weeping over the girl's body. He sobbed endlessly. His hands intertwined with Lila's and his eyes locked on her eyelids.

Yet all these emotions were forced. Octavian strove to contain the exceeding joy within him. On the inside he was beaming down at his masterpiece. He was euphoric. He was proud that he had completed such a demanding task. A task few others would perform. He was victorious. His goal complete. Severing soul from body was strangely, cruelly, stimulating.

I feel so bad! That was so fun to write! I'm a cruel person! No wonder people think I'm the reincarnated Bellatrix! :(

Don't hate me! I had to! If the rest of this story's going to work he needs to be dead! Anyway...

Please review, and the next chapter will come faster and we'll all feel better! (Insert my upset screaming here.)REVIEW! Or maybe everyone will go! (Yes that's a threat, not a realistic one I would never be that cruel, but it's a threat!)