Hey guys. I was able to update, but its like 10:30. This chapter took me like two hours to write. I put some work into it; this is longer then any other chapter. The longest one, I think. This chapter also has several P. : Piper, Marissa, Percy and Nico.

Marissa

Marissa finally made her way through the camp, spotting Nico as he shot an arrow straight into the target. Marissa knew she could barely even throw the arrow without hurting someone or herself. She jogged over, catching Nico by surprise, but he kept shooting. "What did he say?" he asked, throwing the next arrow.

"He wasn't mad," she said, picking up a bow and arrow, "he was mad at his dad, that's all. Percy wasn't mad at me, luckily. I didn't want to start a feud with my brother," said Marissa. She shot an arrow, which didn't even land close to the target. Groaning, she picked up another one, which missed.

"You mean your half-brother?" Nico mocked, grinning.

"You know what I mean," Marissa coughed.

"You need help with that?"

"Well, yeah, if you want to get hit by an arrow," Marissa grumbled.

"Just…try to aim the arrow towards the target. You're throwing aimlessly."

She pouted. "It's not my fault," she said. "Just show me, before I hurt someone." Or I, she thought. Nico wrapped his hands around her waist as he lifted up her arm, making the arrow aim for the middle. That's all she wanted: His hands around her waist. She could hit the target; pretty well, actually. This was all an act.

"Ready?" Nico asked, eyeing Marissa. She nodded, and she felt the arrow escape the socket, landing in the middle of the board. Marissa grinned. "See? It wasn't that hard. Especially when you have me helping you. I'm a genius at this."

Marissa lifted another arrow to launch. "Yeah, I highly doubt, Death Boy. I was only faking." she hit the mark without any hesitation, "I'm the master at this. You should be bowing down to me." Marissa smirked, staring at Nico, who was shaking his head slowly, his dark hair covering his eyes.

"Death Boy?"

"Nickname." Marissa answered, starting to launch another arrow. She stopped, and frowned. "You don't like it?"

Nico's eyes went wide. "No. I mean yes. I m-mean, yes, I like it."

Marissa smiled coldly, "Good."

Percy

Percy was sitting in the Athena cabin, alongside his girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. She was doodling something on her sketchpad as she talked about something Percy didn't understand. Annabeth sighed, and looked up, narrowing her eyes at him, "Percy, are you even listening to me?"

Percy shook his head, his thoughts jumbled. "What?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes and put her pencil down. "I was talking about your sister, Seaweed Brain." Percy crinkled his brow in confusion, and Annabeth folded her legs Indian Style.

"What about her?" he asked quietly.

"I was thinking…" Annabeth trailed off, but spoke up again. "She seems…different. Something about her. But the big question is, had did she survive?"

"What're you talking about?" asked Percy.

"I mean, why didn't she die out there? Percy, think about it. Once you turn thirteen, your sent is spread like wild-fire. How is it possible she lasted this long without getting attacked once? Wouldn't you think her mother would've brought her to camp to ensure her safety?" Annabeth didn't wait for Percy to answer, and shook her head, continuing. "It makes no sense, Perce. I mean, I think she could've remembered something."

"But Jason and I didn't-"
"But that was a god, Percy. It was meant to be that way. But Marissa, she should've at least remembered something…"

Percy perked up. "She did. She told me, actually. Dreams, she's having dreams. People are looking for her. But it's like a group. You don't think she was apart of a gang, Annabeth? I don't want my little sister in a-"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, twisting her pencil between her fingers. But she was grinning. "Stop being such a Seaweed Brain, Seaweed Brain. She wasn't part of a gang. If she was, she would have some type of marking. Stop being overly protective."

"That's what big brothers are for," Percy answered, grinning. Before his face changed into pure shock, and he gasped. "Wise Girl, you've done it again. Marks. We can look for marks. Maybe there's something that'll tell us where she came from. Like a tattoo…"

Annabeth shrugged, her blonde hair falling in front of her stormy gray eyes. "I don't know. Maybe. If she does, though, we can look things up. Maybe we can see where she lived, her parents."

"I don't know if she would want that."

"What do you mean?"

Percy swallowed. "What if her mother is dead? I mean, Leo, Jason, Frank…"

"She'll find out sometime."

"Yeah, but what if this is a work of the god's Annabeth? What if there's another prophecy-"

The cabin door opened and Malcolm came out. "Are you going to be cooped up in here all day?" he asked.

"I like being cooped up in here," Annabeth pouted. "Besides, I'm still trying to figure this out-"

"Oh, come on, Annabeth. Can we go out for a bit?"

"Okay," she grimaced. "But only for a bit."

'Yes," Percy cheered.

"Don't get too happy, Seaweed Brain," she warned, before they left the cabin.

Marissa

"Nico, stop," she giggled, smacking his arm. "Stop tickling me." Nico didn't stop, and she rolled onto the grass, her clothes already staining from the dirt and mud. She screeched as they came to a stop, Nico falling against her as they knocked into a tree, fits of laughter echoing in the distance. Her stomach hurt from the laughing, and finally sat up. As she looked up, Marissa could spot Piper coming near her, a grin on her face as she jogged towards them. Everyone knew they were together now; it was the news around camp.

"Hey, Marissa," Piper called, waving something in her hand as she helped Marissa up. She nodded towards Nico. "So tonight," she chirped, "we're having a slumber tonight at the Aphrodite cabin." Nico gave her a weird look and Piper sighed. "Not my idea. Drew's, actually, she practically begged me. Anyway, it's at eight. Hope you can come." Piper waved before disappearing.

Marissa turned to Nico, laughing. "That was unexpected."

"This is the first time she ever had a slumber party," Nico informed her. "She may not be like the other Aphrodite girls, but she probably wants the details on our 'affair,'" Nico joked, smirking. "Piper probably can't control the urge."

"Affair?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I think we should get cleaned up." There was grass all over their bodies, twigs and braches tangled in their hair. Marissa nodded. "Meet up at Zeus' Fist?" Nico called. Marissa gave him a thumbs up as she made her way towards her cabin.

Nico

Nico didn't know rolling in grass could you make you so tired, and dirty. Groaning, he made his way towards the Hades cabin. He felt a cold presence behind him, but ignored it, hopefully it being paranoia. Before Nico could reach his cabin, he was pressed against the wall. Nico was taken a back, but not surprised. If it wasn't his superstitions, then he knew they would get him before he got to his cabin.

When he saw the blonde hair, Nico knew. It was Jason. Always Jason. Marissa was right: It was Jason causing all of this trouble. "Jason," Nico said, trying to hide the fact that he knew that Jason was the one who hurt Percy and Marissa. If he knew, he would hurt Marissa, maybe kill her this time. He was capable of it, guaranteed. "Jason what are you doing?"

"You know what," Jason whispered coldly.

"I don't," said Nico.

Jason titled his head. "Then I'll tell you. Now, you make sure your girlfriend goes to that party at Piper's tonight." Jason ordered, narrowing his eyes. Nico didn't say anything. "And if she doesn't well, there are going to be consequences. Big consequences."

Nico scowled. "I'm guessing either way something will happen."

"You've got that right."

He shook his head soberly. "Why are you hurting her? To prove you're the biggest jerk out there? Hurting a girl is low, man. I thought you were a good guy, but you're not. And guess what? Marissa is going to the slumber party tonight," Jason smiled, but Nico smiled back. "And I'm coming with her."

Marissa

Nico was acting weird the whole night, and Marissa couldn't place why. They parted ways as they made their way to dinner. Nico said a quick goodbye, not looking at her. Marissa shifted away, almost knocking into Jason. He smiled darkly, and she gagged, avoiding his gaze. He looked at Nico too, but Marissa stormed away before he could do anything else.

Percy hadn't made any talk, but he kept eyeing Annabeth who was sitting tables away. She kept nodding, but he was shaking his head frantically, his eyes dark. Marissa pretended not to notice. Finally, Percy spoke up, his voice soft, a whisper. It was a question she wasn't expecting, a question that she didn't even think would be asked.

"Marissa, do you have any, uh, tattoo's? Or some kind of markings?"

Marissa squinted. "No," she answered. "Why?"

"Well, we –Annabeth and I- wanted to see if we could help you figure out your family. Maybe if you had some markings to where you lived. Some tattoos. If you were apart of a gang…" he muttered, but Marissa heard him.

"You think I was apart of a gang?" Marissa asked.

"I hope not."

"But, no," Marissa shook her head. "I don't have any 'markings or 'tattoos.' If I did, I think I would've seen them, Percy." She bit her lip. "Besides, I have to go now. Aphrodite sleepover." She got up quickly, before dashing off. Grabbing her stuff, she headed towards the cabin.

"Remember what I said," she heard, and Marissa shivered at the voice. Leaning against the wall, she could hear two very faint voices, but she noted one of them was Jason.

There was silence. And then, "How could I forget?"

It was Nico.

Marissa sucked in air, hoping no one heard her. "Good," Jason answered.

"But what are you going to do to her?" he asked.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," Jason said bitterly. "Now out of my way, Nico. I need to get out of here before the girls see me," with breath taking speed, Marissa ducked, hoping Jason wouldn't see her. Luckily, he walked away too fast to notice the shaking figure near the bushes. Finally, she got up, brushing the needles and leaves off of herself. Hesitantly, she looked to the side, expecting to see Nico, but he was gone.

"So what's it like dating him?"

"Do you love him?"

"How far have you gone?"

So many questions were bottled in her brain she thought she would explode. The girls were asking so many questions, things she really didn't want to talk about. Marissa sighed. "We've been together for like, two days, guys. Besides, we've only kissed. Once," she clarified. Somehow, she felt lame. These girls probably had a ton of experience with boys, while Marissa, hadn't.

"That's better then nothing," said Drew.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Piper asked. They nodded eagerly. "Okay. The Notebook or City of Angels?"

"I'm going to guess that these are sappy loves stories?" she asked, looking at the covers.

"Yes, yes they are. City of Angels will make you cry. A lot."

"Well," Marissa rolled her eyes. "Since I've never seen them, put City of Angels on."

It turns out the girls were right: The movie would make you cry. After the ending credits, Piper turned to her. "Guess you can't resist the urge to cry?"

Marissa sobbed. "It's sad; I get it. Now, please, shut it off. I'm tired and sad, not a good combination."

"Okay," the cabin grumbled, before shutting off the lights. Marissa snuggled into the bed, feeling herself drifting off. But the dreams that came weren't worth it; especially when they had something to do with Jason.

She was being dragged against the ground, her nails scratching at the dirt, feeling blood pour onto the ground as she was scraped by the large boulders around her. Marissa cried out, but it was muffled by the large kick to the stomach. She gulped, feeling blood pour from her mouth. Marissa coughed, hearing the blood trickle onto the ground. Looking down, she almost gagged. There was blood all over the floor.

Marissa tried to look up, but her neck felt so stiff she thought it would snap if she looked up. Closing her eyes, she tried to get out of the horrific dream, but she couldn't wake up. But Marissa realized one thing: She wasn't dreaming; this was real, and Jason was trying to hurt her. For real. This wasn't a dream. He somehow dragged her out of the cabin without the other girls hearing.

"Jason," she finally said, even though she knew Jason wouldn't listen. "Just stop, okay? Why are you hurting me?" she croaked. I did absolutely nothing to you."

He laughed bitterly, but he was still dragging her by the legs. She cried out when he stopped, her whole body slamming to the ground. Marissa looked up with watery eyes.

Jason leaned down, his breath hot against her neck. She tried to move away, but his hands rested on both side of her head. "You're going to hurt," she said softly, accepting the fact that she would die tonight.

"I'm not going to hurt you," said Jason. He felt some sympathy, but it soon vanished, "yet," he finished off, waiting for Nico to show up. Marissa stared at him, stable in her position. She swore she heard Nico say something he would show up, but from the blood loss, she couldn't even process what was happening.

"It's funny how he thought that I didn't know he knew." Jason shook his head.

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you think, sweetie? Kill him." He answered flatly.

"What makes you think he'll come out here?"

"You," he answered, "you're here. If he knows your captive, he'll save you, and then I'll kill him." Her eyes seemed to close, but Jason kicked her awake. "Stay awake," he warned. "Otherwise my plan won't work."

"You realize I'll die before he comes, right?" she asked.

Jason said nothing, and she stared up at him, blankly. Marissa could feel herself spinning, and her heartbeat was slowing down. She was trying to make herself fall asleep; to die, but her body refused, and pressed on, her whole body in pure agony. Her leg felt broken, her head was bleeding- the same wound probably opening again. She couldn't scream for help, she couldn't do anything but sit. And wait. And bleed to death. Before she could say anything else, she felt her body go limb, and her eyes flew closed.

Nico

Nico was running. He had a feeling what was happening to Jason; he needed Piper, only Piper. He was running towards the Aphrodite cabin, hopefully not making a lot of noise. He didn't want to wake up the rest of the camp. He reached the door, and didn't even knock. Stepping in roughly, he woke the girls. They let out piercing screams, and Nico hollered. "Guys, please!" he said quietly.

Piper looked up groggily. "What are you doing in here, Nico? Trying to get laid?"
Nico blushed, but remembered what he was here for. "No, Piper. I need you for something. Quickly," he tried grabbing at her arm, but one of the other Aphrodite girls spoke up, her voice filled with panic.

"Where's Marissa?"

"This is what it's all about, Piper. We need to go now, please. Hurry. I'll explain on the way." Piper finally agreed, though, she tried to convince the son of Hades to let her change, but her charmspeak wasn't affecting him, especially when Marissa was on his mind the whole time.

"What?" Piper demanded, when Nico told her what happened. She didn't seem to believe it at first, but his grim expression proved that he wasn't lying; what happened about a week before was Jason's fault, but not really his fault in a way. They hurried to the woods, hoping that was the spot where he was holding Marissa captive.

"Piper, I'm sorry I have to throw this on you now but he could be killing her." Nico said, fear rushing through him at the image. "Marissa could be dying. Dying at the hands of Jason Grace. But you could stop it."

"I'll try," she said.

In front of him, Nico could see a figure. Jason, he knew. He turned to Piper. "Piper, charmspeak. Ask if they are there. If not, then he actually is this way. He changed for the worst."

Piper contorted, but made her way towards Jason.

Piper

She was afraid, even though Piper knew she shouldn't be. Jason was focusing on what looked like Marissa's limb body, so Piper was sure he didn't know she was coming. Though, he could barely see in the darkness. Taking steps forward, she repeated what she would say. At last she stopped, seeing that Jason was just inches away. Piper cleared her throat, her voice rising.

\ "I order you to raise your hand if you are a eidolon," Piper instructed. Nothing happened, until she realized Jason's hand went up in the darkness. Piper thought about what happened on the Argo II, and wondered if it was the same eidolon, even though she told them to stay away. Piper hesitated, and started talking, hoping her charmspeak wasn't decreasing. "I order you to leave Jason Grace's body, and not come back to CampHalf-Blood." Piper waited, until she could see Jason's body starting to fall. She caught him, her breath hitched.

"Nico! They're gone! But Marissa…." She looked up at Nico, his face pure sadness. But he reached over, picking her up. Nico was breathing heavily. "We have to get to Chiron," he said, acting like the girl in his hands wasn't dead. "Piper, come on."

And Piper followed.

Well, we finally know why Jason was acting so weird. So he's not really evil. Hopefully. I kind of got writers block at the end of the chapter, but hopefully, it was good. The next few chapters are going to be focused on Annabeth, Percy, and Marissa. Not much Nico or Jason.

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-Emily