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Summary: "I swear," she whispered, though everyone heard, "I will kill whoever did this. I swear on the River Styx that your blood will be on my hands."

When a War Game goes wrong, what is the price that will be paid?

Rating: T

Characters: Octavian & OC

Genre(s): Angst & Romance

"Bitter-Sweet Revenge"

Chapter 3

"Trust Is A Two Way Street"

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Sometimes you don't want to wake up, 'cause when you sleep it's never over when you give up.

"Octavian." A cold voice shouted from behind said teenager.

He turned slowly. No, he chastised himself, you are NOT afraid of her. Intimidated? Maybe. Afraid? Bah! Preposterous. "Hello, Miss Flores. I see you are doing well." He said to the approaching 14 year old.

"I suppose." She eyed him warily, as if she expected him to jump her.

"Not that I don't enjoy your company." Yet, I don't enjoy it, he thought to himself. "But is there a reason for this little meeting."

Rebel smiled wickedly. He felt the tip of something sharp touching his back. "No. It's just that I have a knife at you kidney, so you better walk."

Stiffly, he walked forward, letting her lead him into the forest. The whole time she was whispering something under her breath. He only caught the last two words, "Not real."

"Would you do so kindly as to move you deadly weapon now?" he asked through gritted teeth when they stopped.

To his utter surprise, Rebel plopped down onto the dirty ground, grabbing his hand and pulling him down with her. "I need your help." She said with a pained expression on her face.

"Why would I help you?" he sneered, wiping dirt off of his paints.

She raised a black eyebrow, "Maybe because I just held you at knife point and lead you into the forest." She replied, flashing her knife, causing him to stiffen at seeing the dried blood on it.

"What if I joined the other side already?" He said, sniffing distain fully.

He knew that was the wrong thing to say when her eyes flashed. He knew it was defiantly wrong to say when he found himself being straddled, a knife on his throat. "Well, then I'll just kill you right now. Which way would you prefer? Hall or Byers?"

He gulped, looking up into those huge burgundy eyes. He had too stall he decided, "You seemed to be very angry with Hall, I mean cutting his hands off, that was a bit of overkill."

The knife dug deeper into his throat, "He tried to cup a feel. He said he'd do dirty things to me. I cut off his uncivilized hands, doing a favor to the whole camp. I had fun hearing him scream." She said, an inch away from his face. "The more he tried to get away, the tighter the rope got around his neck, digging and cutting."

He felt strangely angered when he heard what Hall did, though he quickly masked it. "What about AJ? He never did anything to you."

An expression of brief depression enveloped her face, before it turned to anger, "He was a minion of those other two oafs, he did anything they said. He used to torment Gordo. He's lucky that I didn't make him suffer." She growled, her knife was beginning to draw blood.

"What about Byers? What did he do?" He gulped eyeing the knife, its golden color glinting in the sun.

"He tormented me. Since I was eleven. I had to do his quick though, or he would die of fright. He wet himself when I was chasing him." Rebel answered, a sadistic grin overtaking her anger.

"Why me? Why now?" he asked, not moving an inch, just in case she got angry.

"You have power, Octavian. I want power. If you come over, the rest will follow. Together, we could find who took my little brother. My big brother might even come to town." She was frowning now, "I haven't seen him in four years."

Octavian watched emotions flicker on her face. Anger. Disbelief. Sadness. Anger. A sneer. And then there was something he couldn't interpret. "If you take you knife away from my neck, then I'll consider working with you."

"If I take my knife away from you're neck, you might run. And I really don't feel like chasing anyone today." She answered, putting more pressure on the tip. For a brief second, he thought he saw the dark brown eyes she once had, but as quickly as they appeared, they were gone.

"Do you know why they call a blood promise sinister?" he questioned her, trying to buy even more time.

"Enlighten me." She drawled, pulling her knife away a bit, but if he moved he would get stabbed again.

"It takes part of your soul, and keeps in Tartarus until you fulfill the promise." He answered, trying to wiggle away from her grasp, but he couldn't since she was still on top of him. He suddenly realized, her breath smelled like raspberry tea.

"How lovely." She said. "You're times up, Octavian, what is your answer?"

"Why'd you set Heather on fire?" he blurted out. She glared at him, but the wicked smile seemed to ruin the effect.

"I had to get rid of her mark, of course. And to think, she was one of my highest standing officers, too." She sniffed in distain.

"Mark?" he asked, breathing shallowly as the knife dug deeper.

"Yes, when you join me, I carve your mark into you hip." She answered. "So what will it be, Octavian? A cut in your throat or in your hip?"

"I-I'll." He realized he was trapped. "I'll join you." He couldn't help but to think that he'd just made a deal with the devil herself.

She smiled an only slightly sadistic smile, "I thought you'd see it my way."

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Octavian limped to dinner that night, his SECOND IN COMMAND, scar aching more with each step. He'd have to ask what type of knife she used.

"I see you joined the cause." He turned to see Reyna smirking behind him. "Wow. That's the deepest cut I've seen yet."

"Gee, thanks." He responded dryly, rubbing his neck a bit. "I found that I'd rather sign my soul to the devil than die."

"Eh, she's actually pretty…polite when you get to know her. Though, she has a big sense of dignity and pride." Reyna shrugged her shoulders.

"Yes, it was very dignified to pin me to the ground at knife point until I agreed to help her. Dignified indeed." He snarled in response.

"Whatever. I just thought I'd say congratulations, on making second in command." She said patting him on the back.

"Am I the first second in command?" he asked, finding himself rather curious.

"Actually no." Reyna's eyes turned dark.

"Oh, and who was? I mean, it's only been two weeks since she made that promise." He said.

Reyna looked at him with sad eyes, "Remember that girl who died in the forest last week?"

He thought for a moment, "Yeah! She was going to meet her boyfriend when someone attacked her. Raped the poor thing before strangling her." He said, feeling his stomach churn.

Reyna nodded her head. "That was the last second in command. Her name was Jessica Black. Apollo's kid. When she died, it was some kind of warning towards Rebel. Suffice to say, Rebel wasn't too happy about it. That's probably why she went after you." Reyna explained.

"I don't get it." He responded.

"You have power, immunity." She said with a pointed look. Seeing he didn't get it, she explained further, "It was a man in the valley. Rebel knows who it was."

He nodded his head, finally understanding. "So, what's she going to do?"

Reyna looked at him as if he were an idiot, "She's going to kill him of course! Probably taking some of her followers, too. She might even ask you to come along, as her new second in command."

He eyed her warily, "Why aren't you going, then?"

"I'm a praetor, you idiot! I can't go! I would have to stop them. So, therefore, I never heard a word of this and you didn't hear it from me." Reyna leant towards him, "Though if you did, they're meeting hear at 10. I'm the only one on duty."

"Okay." He nodded his head.

"The boss told me to tell you." Reyna looked around.

"You're calling her boss?" he questioned, slightly amused at the thought of the little girl commanding people.

"She wanted us to call her, Supreme Overlord." Reyna answered with a fond smile, "She actually has a great sense of humor when you get to know her."

Octavian was left to his thoughts as the praetor walked away.

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"So." Rebel's cold voice drawled staring at the bloodied man in front of her, "Think it's funny to kill kids, eh? Think it's funny to kill my friends, eh? Do you know what I find funny?" she questioned with a twisted grin. The man simply spat at her face. Enraged, Rebel took her killing knife and slashed down his cheek.

"Boss, the sun will soon rise, we need to leave." One third cohort, Apollo kid advised her.

"Octavian." Said boy looked up at her. "You do the honors." She shoved her prized killing knife at him; he noticed that it was slightly sharper and longer than the one she had used on him.

"Why me?" he questioned, though he looked at the man with grim satisfaction.

"Don't you want to avenge your aunt?" Rebel raised the black eyebrow with the scar.

"Ye-yeah." He took a step closer to the man.

"She was good. Begged me for more. Oh, I gave her more." The man chuckled.

At the same time, Octavian took the man and plunged it into the man's chest while Rebel drew her fist back, punching the man in the side of his head as hard as she could. Many of the kids turned away, as the man's head went limp, hanging to the side, blood dripping from the side of his mouth.

"Didn't that hurt?" Octavian asked as they snuck back into the Cohorts.

"No. I don't feel pain anymore." Rebel replied, lifting her fist for inspection. Octavian couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in the sun light.

"Oh." Was all he said. He couldn't help but begin to trust her. She however was a different story.

When he walked away she whispered to herself, "Keep your friends close, yet your enemies closer, my dear second in command."

Am I out of my mind, I think I might be going crazy…

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