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Chapter 10

Frank POV

Trapped...Frank was trapped. He was shut inside his own mind, and he couldn't find a way out. The darkness pressed in on him in a way that made his head spin and his breath catch in his throat. He couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything, and he most certainly couldn't say anything. He wanted to cry, he was so scared. He could feel his body moving, aware of only the fact that it was not himself controlling it. Some force, some power, strong enough to be able to take control of his body with ease, was waltzing around in his skin, and he had absolutely no power to make it otherwise.

He wanted to shout, scream to the gods to ask why they would allow this to happen. If he could, he would have his hands tangled in his hair in frustration, most likely tearing some out in his anger. He wanted to punch something, kick something, hurt or damage anything if it would just mean being able to move his own limbs again. And yet, he knew it would do no good, he was most likely stuck here until the thing that was controlling him let him go, or someone was kind enough to force it to.

Frank wondered vaguely in the back of his mind, what had happened to Piper and Grover. For some reason, he knew that the girls charm-speak would have no effect on the possessor of his body, and he wasn't saddened by it. It wasn't that he didn't like Piper, he just couldn't help but resent her for kidnapping him. In his mind, if she hadn't forced him to come with her, none of this would have happened. His subconscious was telling him that this wasn't her fault, it had already started before she took any action at all, but the louder more persuasive voice in his head was telling him the exact opposite. He knew he just wanted someone to blame beside himself, and his conscious, slightly disoriented part of his mind was happy to have someone to pin it on.

If he could sigh, he would have at that moment. This was too much. He didn't want any of this craziness. He didn't ask to be a demigod, much less one that had special transforming powers. And it wasn't to say he wasn't happy being a demigod, because he loved his life, but when the times like this come, where it is clearly a life or death situation, Frank could safely say he would pass on that particular 'perk'.

Frank was stuck dwelling on his thoughts, as there was really nothing else to do in the pitch black he was trapped in, when there was suddenly a bright flash of light, and he was able to see again. There wasn't anything special that happened, simply that his eyes we're not filled with the penetrating darkness any longer. He was able to see things again, albeit a little blurrily, but that didn't matter much to him. All that mattered was that he was finally, after what felt like years to him, able to once again Use his eyes for their original purpose.

So caught up, was he in his happiness, that he failed to notice one vital bit of information that should have been obvious from the start. He still couldn't move his body. Yes he was able to see from his eyes, but he was not the one controlling what they were looking at. Yes, his body was walking towards gods knows where, but he was not the one making his legs move, or his arms swing by his side, and he most certainly was not the one that placed the sadistic grin upon his usually cute and chubby face, that at the moment, just looked plain evil.

Frank wanted to scream as he realized all this. In a way, he almost preferred the darkness to this. Not knowing where he was, in his mind, was better than being stuck inside your own body, watching the world go by, no one even realizing how trapped you were. No one realizing your stuck, caged like an animal inside the one thing no one is ever supposed to be able to take from you. His 'sanctuary', in a way of speaking, stolen from him, with no way in his knowledge to reclaim it for himself. He felt like he would rather die than keep up this torture.

For the moment, Frank pushed his pessimistic thoughts to the back of his mind as he took note of his surroundings. He was in a room one could only describe as a dump. There were piles of trash so sickeningly disgusting smelling, he would have run from the room were he in control. There were flies buzzing around, landing on his body among the the trash, and what looked like it could have been bed but was now merely a pile of springs on top of a pile of wood, some of the cotton still stuck to the thin metal wires. But none of this is what made his breath want to catch in his throat, and made his eyes want to widen.

The thing that did this, was the form of a certain satyr lying bloody and broken on the ground.

Reyna POV

To say Reyna was confused would be an understatement. To say she was worried would be considered a blasphemy. She was confused about the relationship between herself and Jason. They had kissed, and to Reyna, it had meant an immense deal. But lately, Jason seemed to have been avoiding her. She didn't know if it was because of the kiss, or maybe a personal problem of the son of Jupiter, though she would consider this personal also, and it left her even more befuddled everytime she thought of it.

In her mind, she had always hoped something would happen between the two of them, even just to give it a try and see what their feelings were. But now that things seemed to have 'progressed', nothing seemed to have changed, other than the fact that the blonde never seemed to talk to her anymore. Every time she passed him, his walking sped up, his head ducked and his shoulders bowed. It made her angry and immensley sad at the same time, causing another avalanche of confusion to descend on her mind. She felt as if she would surely start tearing her hair out soon if she didn't get the answers she so desperately needed.

And to move on to the reason of her worried state, there was the miniscule fact that one of her campers was missing, apparently a kidnapper and attempted murderer. She herself did not believe Frank to be capable of such gruesome acts as Piper accused him of. The daughter of Aphrodite had most people in the camp convinced, due to the fact of her being a charm speaker, but in Reyna's mind, nothing about the girl rubbed her the right way. Yes she was nice, and apparently honest, but in the past weeks, there had been something going awry, and the praetor believed it to have affected the other girl more than most.

There was a gleam in the daughter of Aphrodites eye that screamed of madness. It screamed of dishonesty and deceit, causing the Roman's guard to automatically go up, and her instincts to begin shrieking at her. She tried to reason with herself, Jason trusted Piper, Percy trusted Piper,even Annabeth trusted Piper, and yet, something was not letting the daughter of Bellona listen to her mind, instead urging her to listen to her gut, which at the moment, was twisting in uncertainty and indecision. But something deep inside her, that which she cannot put a name to, was telling her that she cannot trust Piper. Not right now.

With the thought in mind, Reyna left the cabin she had currently been sitting in, going she did not know where. She just knew she needed information.

Hazel POV

Hazel eyed the daughter of Aphrodite with distaste as she watched the girl 'sob' on Leo's shoulder.

It wasn't that she didn't believe the girl that she was mad at her, it was more the fact that she was currently clinging to Leo as if she were glued to him, and it angered the golden eyed girl beyond belief. She knew the two were merely friends, but that thought did nothing to make her simmering of jealousy go smaller. She found it growing, making her gaze hazy in resentment, and her stare turn to a glare on the choppy haired crying girl.

The daughter of Pluto only came out of her angry stupor when she felt a gentle, almost hesitant prodding on her shoulder, and turned to come face to face with her Praetor. Most of her shock at it being her praetor came from the fact that Reyna never acted hesitant. She was always straightforward and level headed, a plan B even in the most dire of situations.

"Hello Hazel," The daughter of Bellona greeted the slightly stupored golden eyed girl. "I have something I would like to discuss with you, would you be willing to come take a walk with me?"

The only thing the girl could do was nod her head as she followed her praetor out the door, unaware that Piper's eyes were now the ones glaring. She followed the other girl out towards the training grounds, weaving through other kids who were fighting with spears and swords, at one point almost getting her head chopped off, if not for the fact the it was parried by another boys sword.

She silently followed the praetor all the way to the lake, only stopping once the other girl did. The daughter of Bellona sat there for a moment, not saying anything and effectively making Hantsy more antsy than the ADHD usually made her. Much to the daughter of Plutos displeasure, the other girl stayed quiet, staring into the water as if there was nothing more important. She wanted to leave if nothing were going to be said, but knew better than to walk away from the leader of the Roman camp, and essentially, her leader. And it seemed, her patience was rewarded as the other girl started to speak.

"I need help with something, and you might not like it."

A/N: Still no computer. Hades have mercy on my thumbs. Did you know their not a finger? Reviews make them feel better:]