Chapter 11

He parked out near the entrance of the park. I went inside and discovered that they had shower. Not hot ones or indoor ones, but with my water powers I was enjoying a wonderfully hot shower. Despite my god audience.

"Look it's a free show," he said. I shut of the water but kept the mist around me as I slung on a clean blue dress.

"Bite me bitch," I said giving him a one-fingered salute.

"Promise I can?" he asked. I snorted.

"Nope, because I'm a girl and am able to change my mind about these things, now go wait at the bike or some shit while I go face dangers untold and hardships unnumbered," I said.

"Are you fucking with me?" he asked, "Why are you quoting the labyrinth?"

"Why did you know it was off the labyrinth?" I asked and he blushed, "Go on, scram."

I made my way to the waterslide where the shield was; there was a cracking sound of a trip wire breaking. Cupid statues rose up around the pool holding camera's and little spiders spilled out of fuck knows where creating a web on top of the empty pool.

"Filming live to Olympus," a male robotic voice said. I took one look around me and cursed.

"Balls," I said vehemently, unpinning a grenade and throwing it at the gate that kept the water out. Grabbing Ares's shield I propelled myself against the side of the pool and landed in the boat.

"And you guy got me on tape this early," I said sighed loudly at the ceiling, "You Bastards. Now it's just sad to ride on this thing alone." I took the hairpin out of my hair and leaned it against the shield. There was a pretty, filmy scarf. I dried it off and wrapped it around the hilt of the sword.

"There," I said with a flourish as I navigate through the rapids that should have already smashed the boat (and me) to pieces, "You kids have fun." The mechanical were spiders fizzing and sparking in the water.

"Oh look, a spiky gate of death," I said blankly, picking up my sword and replacing it in my hair, I slipped the scarf around my neck and picked up Ares's shield and strapped it to my arm. Focusing on the water, I managed a tidal way, when we were close enough to the gate.

I pulled myself up, standing on the now upright back of the boat and leapt backwards, spiralling over the fence and landing gracefully on my feet, knee's barely touching the cement. I hid my shock at the fact that I didn't injure (Read: kill) myself and turned to face the still rolling cameras.

"And that's how it's done," I said with a smile secretly unpinning the smoke bomb and throwing it, "Nice work on the trap. Night-y night." Smoke filled the area and I walked over to where Ares was waiting.

"You look good on camera kid," he said laughing, except I'd put it all together. The scarf, the out of the way water park, the trap. He'd been fucking around with his brother's wife and used me to get his crap back. I just had to take revenge… later.

"Ass," I snorted, handing him his shield and scarf (Cough, cough threw) and put on some lipstick that was a gift from an old friend on before getting on the bike.

Back at the diner Annabeth and Grover were sitting out the front, biting there nails. Aw, they had worried about me, aren't they cute?

"So your that's your ride," Ares said pointing to a tuck labelled Humane kindness zoo, "And here, a little something extra, some cash and clean clothes, there Oreo's to."

"Double stuffed?" I asked suspiciously. He nodded. "Awesome," I said, "And the information on my friend?"

"He ain't dead," he said bluntly, "He's hostage."

"That don't make a lick of sense," I said, "If Uncle H has the bolt then why would he need hostages. If he's worried about me trying to take it from him, he would have tried to kill me?"

"That's true," Ares said frowning. Like he had a headache, or an itch he couldn't scratch, I filed it away for later.

"Thank you for your help Lord Ares," Annabeth and Grover said, neither one looking at the god. I face-palm.

"Guys, remember what I said about self-respect and having a spine will ya?" I said before turning around to face Ares, "Anyway, that whole set up back there was made by your brother cause you were screwing around with his wife, right?"

"Um, yes?" he said sheepishly.

"You know I gotta take revenge now right? You used me to fuck over your brother, that you'd already fucked over the wife of," I told him, leaning forward, grabbing his jacket and planting one right on the lips.

"That's you revenge?" he said smirking, "You should get mad more often."

"Just give it a sec," I said with an answering smirk. His legs gave out and he leant heavily on the bike.

"What did you do to me," he demanded slumping backward; becoming lost in whatever visions his mind had created for him.

"Hallucinogenic lipstick," I said with a smile at Annabeth who was holding onto Grover in terror.

"We are all going to die," she whimpered as I rifled through his pockets, nicking a few of his weapons.

"Don't want that, don't want that," I sung under my breath, "Don't want… oooh!" After I was done I got the lipstick and spread it liberally across his lips, took a photo and texted it to Hermes.

I told him where he was and that he was currently doped up on my lipstick, you know for using me. I also asked him to tell Hephaestus that anything that happened to him between here and when the lipstick wears off in about half an hour is completely up to him. I stole Ares's awesome shades and we were off.

As we walked over happily… hmm, I walked over to the truck happily, I had to drag the other two. They were to busy bursting with terror and hyperventilating. Well until we actually got on the truck, Grover went apocalyptic with rage and Marty the gay zebra started speaking to me. Yeah… and this is my life right now.