I'M SO SORRY!

I know I was really late. D:

I was surprised no one yelled at me.

Guys, fanfic has a new set up sort of (obviously you guys have seen it). I'm kinda thrown by it but I like it. :)

I hope you like this chapter. It's fun writing evil Lena. :) Muwahahahahaha!

And guys, I'm obsessed with ANOTHER TV show now. White Collar. It's good. Funny. Recommended. :)

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CHAPTER TEN

"Hazel, it's good to see you again."

"Likewise, Zack. How are you?" When she saw my grim facial expression, she winced. "Sorry. Stupid question. Frank is talking to some of the more tech-savvy demigods about tracking Lena. They're going to do some hacking and some facial recognition software using a photo I gave them. If you can give us her common aliases."

"I only know a couple of her names, but I do know the ones on her cards. But Lena's been on the run for most of her life. She won't be easy to find. "

The door opened behind Hazel and Frank walked in. "We'll find her," Hazel told me before turning to her frazzled looking husband.

"Hey, Frank." Hazel greeted.

Frank just locked eyes with me. "We found her."

"So soon?" Hazel asked.

"H-How?"

"Facial recognition. I don't know how they do it."

I looked at frank skeptically. "Isn't technology like that banned from camp?"

Frank just shrugged it off. "Not important right now. What's important is that they found Lena."

"Where?"

"About half of the way to Camp Half-Blood. Some Gas station." Frank gulped, looking over nervously at Hazel before answering. "She robbed it."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

Frank looked down. "It made the local news, but didn't get a lot of publicity. I mean, it was a nowhere town." he paused nervously again. "She used a gun."

My eyes widened. "Did she...did she shoot anyone?" I had seen the emotional repercussions of Lena shooting someone. Right now, Lena had no control over what she did, but that didn't mean she wouldn't feel the guilt when it was over.

He swallowed again. "Yes. The cashier, the only one who was there. He tried to reason with her and she wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind to be reasoned with." I felt Lena's guilt crush me before Frank spoke again, "But it wasn't fatal. A shot to the leg. He's hospitalized. He'll recover."

"That's good, I suppose." I said numbly.

"What did she take?"

"They're not quite sure. What little cash there was, a pair of sunglasses. Maybe something else, maybe not. She shot the camera after she shot the man. There is something a little strange in the tape." He held up a DVD. "Care to see?"

They pulled out an old DVD player and Frank popped the disk in. "The tech-savvy demigods I was working with managed to...uh...acquire this recording after...well...accessing their computer data."

"They know their way around computers, I take it."

"Oh yeah," Frank agreed.

The TV lightened and a run down old gas station appeared on screen. "She robbed here? This place is a dump."

"Yeah, well, she was desperate. We're assuming this place was just close and handy."

I was about to reply, but my response was cut short when Lena walked into the gas station. I tried to see if I could spot the gold eyes that I'd seen in my dreams, but Lena wasn't facing the camera. She smirked as she glanced over a stand of sunglasses. She slipped a pair on and posed for the small mirror attached to the stand.

Everything about her was different somehow. The way she walked was more of a strut than the purposeful stride Lena usually had. She traced her finger across shelf items, looking almost flirtatious. Actually, scratch the almost. The evidence was in the way the cashier, an old man who appeared to be at least slightly intoxicated, followed her every movement. But you could say his eyes weren't on her face.

My fists clenched.

Lena walked over to the candy section and opened a bag of M&M's. Slowly she put one after another in her mouth. Her gaze appeared to be locked with the cashier.

"You, uh, have to pay for that." The cashier stuttered.

Lena just smiled, like one would smile at a foolish child. "Well, I don't think I have enough money for the candy and the sunglasses." Her voice was laced with flirtation. She walked slowly and seductively to the cashier.

Watching her act like this, act like the very opposite of who she was, was sickening.

"Well, then you'll, uh, have to, um, put the, uh, sunglasses back."

"Oh, but I like these shades very, very much. And I could use a good pair where I'm going."

"You'll, uh, need to pay for them."

She pretended to consider. "How about...no." That's when she pulled the gun out from the back waistband of her jeans, tucked under her shirt.

The dudes eyes widened and he put his arms up. "Whoah. I don't want trouble."

Lena sighed, sounding disappointed. "Well, I would love trouble. I'm bored." She blew hair out of her face. "Unfortunately, I've left some...people waiting. We have a lot of work to do, but we can't start until I get there. And I had to ditch my original ride."

My blood turned cold. "Blackjack," I whispered.

"So to get there I need...well, money for starters. I'm sure even a dump like this place makes some profit. Hand it over."

"I can't do that, ma'am."

"Oh, can't you, now?" That was when the gun went off. The cashier fell to the ground, groaning in pain. "How about now?" She asked, a devious smile on her lips.

She walked around and then emptied the cashier. She looked down at the wailing cashier and her face contorted to disgust. "You're pathetic." She kneeled down by his face. "You all are. You're a weak and pathetic species, so self-assured of your own power. You're even worse than the half-bloods." She stood, aiming her gun straight at the man's forehead. "Soon, you'll all be gone."

The man looked desperately at Lena. "Please. Please, you can't do this."

"No one will even miss you, I bet."

"Please!"

Lena leaned forward, preparing to shoot. The man cringed, looking away, tears falling down his face in rapid succession.

Suddenly, Lena stiffened. Her lips pursed in concentration. Her hand quivered. Suddenly the gun dropped. Lena stumbled away. She seemed to recover, a scowl appearing on her face.

She picked up her gun, staring at the man. "Whatever. You're not even worth it." Her gaze turned to the camera. She hoisted her gun up so the barrel pointed at the camera. There was a bang, and then the screen went black.

For a moment, we just sat in silence. I was the one who broke it. "She was going to kill him."

"But she didn't." Hazel added.

"Why didn't she?" I asked suddenly. "I mean, seriously. The...thing in her-"

"The eidolon," Hazel supplied.

"Whatever. The thing in her didn't seem to care. It wanted to kill the man. But..." I paused, almost not wanting to vocalize my thought. "it was like something didn't let it. Like...like Lena wouldn't let it."

Hazel sighed. "Zack, there is no fighting eidolons. Had Piper not intervened, eidolons would have made Jason and Lena's father fight to the death. An eidolon had Leo attack Camp Jupiter. There is no fighting these things, I'm telling you."

"What if Lena could? She's had the memory monster in her head for years and who knows how long the eidolon thing was in her head. I mean, that could do a lot to a persons head, right?"

Hazel and Frank exchanged looks. "Considering there are absolutely no stories about this, we have no way of knowing," Hazel told me.

An uneasy silence settled over us once again.

"So what does the eidolon want?" Hazel asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

Frank stood. "I think we all know."

I sighed. "Camp Half-Blood. She's going to Camp Half-Blood."

Hazel groaned. "And they have no idea what's coming their way."

I looked over at Hazel. "Do we?"