First off I made a picture of Chris and uploaded it here:
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For all you people who can't visualize people (like me!), or if my description of her was bad, or if you're just bored.


Chris' pov:

The first thought that sprung to my mind as I woke up was 'ugh, my arm huuuuurts' the second thought was 'why the hell does this creepy boy have his face so close to mine?'

"What's a care bear?" asked the boy, whose face was slowly starting to shift into focus.

"Why do you ask, Leo?" I said, leaning on my good arm, examining with distaste the loose, cotton infirmary issue pajamas I was wearing.

"Well, when you were asleep you started screaming 'not the care bears, anything but them!'" shit, shit shit, did I have that nightmare again?

"They're a type of mythical bear, known for their ferocity and violence." I said, thinking to myself 'nice save'.

Leo, on the other hand started grinning even wider and said "I thought they were cartoon bears that were all pink and stuff."

"Well, I'm not scared of them." I said folding my arms across my chest and glaring at the boy defiantly. Trying to change the subject I said "Now, did we win, what happened?"

"We won, of course, thanks to my superior chariot building skills. All but two of the other chariots crashed, but you were the only person who stayed unconscious for three days, everyone else has left the infirmary." Ugh, just great. "Oh, that reminds me, I got you a get well present." He said, smiling innocently as he pulled something pink out of his bag. With horror I saw that it was my arch nemesis, the most evil creature to walk the face of this planet, love-a-lot bear.

Before I could stop myself, I screamed, jumped up and fell off the side of the bed landing in a painful pile on the floor. And that boy had the tenacity to ask me if I was alright, and then he laughed. He laughed.

With a loud battle cry, I launched myself at the sniggering son of Hephaestus, and gripped him round the neck. I landed, straddling his stomach, as my hands clenched around his collar and I bashed his head repeatedly against the floor. But he wouldn't stop laughing, no matter how hard I hit him. So, still exhausted I removed my hands from his neck and placed them on his shoulders and glared at his ugly face.

We sat there, unmoving for several seconds, when he began to sit up and lean towards me. I panicked and froze in position, my face still angry, his still grinning.

Our heads were barely six inches apart when the door banged open, and someone grabbed the back of my shirt and hoisted me to my feet. Part of me was furious, and part of me glad for the intrusion, but when I turned around to scowl at the perpetrator all I could think was I'm so dead.

Glaring right at me was a scarred face that could send a platoon of marines run screaming for cover. "Heeeey, Dad" I said, smiling sheepishly.

Ares did not return my greeting; instead he dropped me on my cot, and growled at Leo to "get the hell outta here." Thankfully, he did, rather sharpish. The face he made was hilarious, a bit like a dying duck. Had this been any other situation I would have died laughing; now I was just going to die.

Turning towards me the war god semi-shouted "What the hell do you think you were doing?"

Think fast, Christie, think fast "I was beating him up for being so annoying." I lied easily. "What, do you honestly think I would purposefully touch him for any other reason?" Please, please fall for it.

"Oh" the war god grunted "that's my girl" wow, you are a retard.

"Now, what the hell do you think you were doing with my war horses?" my father shouted, his eye twitching. "Your mother would be furious with you!" Oh no he did not just bring Mum into this.

Leo's pov

I was so fricking close that time, I could have kissed her if he hadn't walked in, damn war god. We could making out on the infirmary floor by now if we weren't disturbed, gods damn it. No, scratch that, that wouldn't happen. Oh crap, I forgot to tell Chris about the next task. Ah well, another reason to speak to her I guess.

I went back to my cabin and tinkered around with some scrap metal for several hours before going out and heading to the arena.

When I got there I saw Chris, still in her pajamas, with one of the biggest battle axes I'd ever seen. Her eyes were glowing with a red fire as she hacked one of the straw dummies to pieces. She looked scarily like her father.

"I'm pretty sure you killed it a while ago Chris." I said, coming up behind her, my signature grin set firmly in place.

She turned around to glare at me, menacingly swinging the battle axe; it was plain to see that the conversation with her father had not gone well. "What do you want Valdez?" she snapped angrily, even though the flames in her eyes began to lessen.

"Aww, back to last names again are we? Why do you do this to me, my Chrissy-Chris-Chris?"

"What?" she said, her eyes returning to their normal shade of hazel.

"Chrissy-Chris-Chris, great defeater of the mighty care bears. I think that is a pretty fitting title." She looked so taken aback; she didn't even have time to look angry.

"Well, that's rich coming from you, oh noble Lee-Lee, lord of malfunctioning automatons."

"What did you call me?"

"You heard."

"Oh really?" there was no way in hell I could let that insult pass, equally I could not hit a girl, especially one wielding an axe, so I did the only logical thing, I poked her.

She poked back, I poked harder. Soon enough we were in a full blown poke war.

Yup, I definitely liked this girl.


Hmmm, really don't know what to do for the other tasks, so ideas would be appreciated.