The next person. And the killer at the end guess who he is! It should be interesting to hear your guesses because if you get it wrong, well... you better reread the PJO series.


The cold feeling of metal, that feeling that should only ever be felt on the outside of one's body, it should, but isn't always. Swords, the weapon of the old days, it was always a brilliant and deadly weapon. But, it had to be in the hands of a true swordsman. Nowadays, we didn't have the grace and the skill to use such weapons. Only in the movies do we now see recreated work of the kings and noblemen so long ago.

Well, that's what I thought…

I stare down at my bloody hands and look up to the shaded blue eyes of a young boy. He doesn't smile, nor does he frown, the mask of a straight faced killer. He had come to me; nay, he had hunted me. I hadn't noticed, but now I wish I would have. I might have been able to stop my down fall.

Maybe, but I doubt it tremendously. He was trained. He was the one with the weapon. I wouldn't have been able to outrun him. In P.E. I excelled tremendously. But, this boy had experience in chasing his pray. He was a jungle cat within my city. At first, I had just thought of him as a younger boy with eyes for me. I didn't pay him much attention until he started to follow me. Then, I just thought of him as a stalker. But, it kept going. He never got bored and I had a feeling his was memorizing my schedules and paths from place to place. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but that's how I felt.

I decided I would skip my extra curricular at the community college for psychology. I simply walked around town. He followed me though. He seemed to be figuring out that I knew and dropped back from me just out of hearing range. I began to forget he was there.

My largely curled hair matched the state I lived in. Texas was gorgeous to me… sometimes. I walked to the coffee shop on the corner. I ordered a double chocolate macchiato with extra whipped topping, yum. I sat down at the table in the corner looking out the window. Cars passed lazily on the road outside for the dinner rush. I would have to go pick up my car at the shop and then head home by curfew.

I sat there for a couple minutes enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the coffee shop. The small of coffee beans and steamed milk filled my senses. There was a warm feel to the air around me that wasn't unpleasant but relaxing. Then, he walked in. I sucked down the rest of my coffee and threw it away before quickly exiting the café.

I sped walk down the sidewalk quickly. My short pleated skirt was rather had to keep down and speed walk at the same time. The match with my impractical red heels made it that much better. My top was a tight t-shirt with a vest so it didn't matter. It's not something I would typically wear, but in order to get into the sorority I had to dress like them. Well, this is how they dressed.

I got to an alley and walked into it. It sounds stupid but I had been down this alley time and time again. My boyfriends and I had always met here when we needed to escape my protective father. I stood at the end and waiting for the stalked to pass, but he never came. Night began to fall and I looked at my watch. My curfew for getting into the dorms was in an hour and my car was fifteen minutes away.

My first step was cautious as I made my way toward the mouth of the alley. I continued with the short cautious steps until I was almost home free. I took one normal step and was thrown against the wall. My head whacked against the bricks and I sunk to the ground on my knees. I slid my shoes off and pulled the pepper spray from my purse before standing back up. Immediately I was pressed against the wall with a blade of some sort at my neck.

"What's your mother planning?" The shadowed figure demanded hissing in my face.

"My mother left me." I spat spraying the pepper spray in his eyes. He dropped me and covered his eyes. I ran barefoot down the street not even bothering to make sure my skirt didn't come up. I heard a car honk and then skid to a stop at my side.

Someone grabbed my arm and I screamed. "Shhhh, it's me. Be quiet." It was my boyfriend. "Get in the car Honey." I followed his instructions and climbed into his truck's shotgun. "Sorry I scared you." He said sliding into the driver seat.

"How'd you know I was in trouble?" I asked as he pulled away from the curb.

"I don't know. I just sensed it. I guess…" He trailed off turning into a slum neighborhood. It wasn't a place I would typically go, but it was definitely a better place to hide then just driving down the street. We drove a little ways until we heard a gun shot. The truck rolled on three wheels with a blown tire. My driver cursed trying to push his truck to continue down the road. Another gun shot sounded and the other back tire blew.

"Get out of the car!" Someone yelled at us and I locked the door mindlessly.

"What are you doing?" I hissed as Trent began to climb out of his seat.

"I'm getting out. He might not kill us." Trent tried to bargain with me before completely getting out of the truck.

"Trent, Trent get back in the car!" I watched as Trent tried to talk to whoever was holding the gun. The gun went off again and Trent's body crumpled to the ground. "Trent!" I screamed climbing over the center console. My feet smacked against the ground and I ignored the pain as I ran to his fallen body. "Why would you kill him?" I demanded looking at the black haired boy approaching me. There was a patch over one of his eyes and I stared at him.

"My brother doesn't deserve to live in peace. Plus, it brought you out." The boy's voice was rough and he looked way younger than I had expected from a stalker of a college student.

"What are you talking about? Trent is an only child! He doesn't have any brothers." I looked down at Trent. A bullet wound showed right at his heart. "You killed him…" I whispered in disbelief.

"What is your mother planning?" I heard the gun reload and I looked up staring down the barrel of his gun.

"What are you talking about? My mother died when I was born." I didn't move anything but my lips as I looked at him.

"Your mother must have contacted you! What did she say?" He demanded stepping closer.

My heart raced as death neared me in form of bullet. "I don't know my mother! She is dead!" The gun fired and missed my head by an inch grazing my ear. "You almost killed me!"

"Almost is not an option." He hissed unsheathing a sword and stabbing me through the heart. I screamed as the cold metal entered me body. The unforgiving feel of a sword piercing through one side of you and coming out the other side slid through me. He twisted the blade in my heart and I gasped. "You should have told me what you know…"

— Mollie Bryant, daughter of Athena