Brooke
Pink? No. Taylor Swift? No. Maroon 5? No. Drake? No. Dream Thea — Dream Theater… Oscar always said it was the greatest band in the world. Well, let's hear it. I tap on the album.
Killian had given us non-monster-attracting-phones he's been working on for the past year. He said these were the first and was gonna give them out to the rest back at camp.
I press play and the first song that comes up is 'Pull Me Under'. The music starts. Huh… good start. The piece is really well done.
Before I know it, I start bobbing my head furiously like the music has taken control of my body.
Pull me under, pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
Living my life too much in the sun
Only until your will is done
*knock knock*
Pull me under, pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
All that I feel is honor and spite
All I can do is set it right
*knock knock* "Brooke..."
Pull me under, pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
Living my life too much in the sun
Only until your will is done
*knock knock* "BROOKE!"
I take off my earphones, turning my head to the sound of the voice. I get up from my bunk and turn the handle of the door. The person standing in front of me is one of the romans. Vern, was it? I only know his brother Freddie. At least… I think he's his brother. I can't remember all of them.
"Finally," Vern says, "I've been knocking all day."
"You — you have?"
"Yah. Now, come on, dinner's ready."
I follow him through the corridors. I see others coming from their cabins and heading towards the mess hall.
"So watcha listening to?" Vern asks out of the blue.
"Uh… Dream Theater."
"Really? You never struck me as the metal type."
"It was a… recommendation."
"Hmm… okay kay' kay', cool cool."
The rest of the way I had the pleasure of listening to him talking about how ferrets are the greatest animals in the world (they aren't by the way). I didn't really listen as much but more pretending to. Kind of like a history class. I was about to smash my face into my violin until:
"...owning ferrets is actually healthy because of the joy and affection they bring. Ah, here we are."
Thank Gods, I don't have to listen to his ferret facts. When we open the door, I see that everybody's already here. A Long table stretches from one end of the room to the other. Windows covered the walls so you could see outside. People were stuffing their faces into their magical plates. I did see some bizarre choices for a dinner. For example, one of the guys decided to eat an apple, just an apple. And I think that's... white bread? I'm not quite sure. Oh and some girl was eating a cabbage. I look around to spot any of my friends.
At the end of the table, I see Clint and Jet talking with Freddie. Me and Vern start walking towards them.
"Looks like Beethoven finally decided she was hungry!" Gods, I hate that nickname but it's gonna be sticking fo a while.
I sit in-between Clint and Jet, whilst Vern sits on the other side of the table with Freddie. I got given a plate but I couldn't decide what to eat. I look at what the others had for any suggestions. Jet was just having some pepperoni pizza. Typical. Clint was eating chicken and rice. Freddie and Vern were both having Fish and Chips.
Hm... I think I'll go with some chicken parmesan. Hey, don't judge.
I see that everyone's too busy devouring their food to talk. So I just casually eat mine. I'm still listening to Dream Theater. They're actually really good.
All of a sudden, whilst I was jamming out, Clint stabs his fork into the wooden surface of the table.
"That was minotaur shit and you know it." He was glaring straight at Freddie.
"Well maybe if you didn't have a brain the size of a peanut, you could've done better." Oh no.
"Are you kidding?" Clint replies in anger. "I'm 10 times smarter than you."
"Oh yeah?" Freddie stands up from his seat, "well 10 time zero is still zero." Wait. Isn't he just saying that he's dum —
Clint stands up from his seat, "do you wanna settle this right now?" Jeez, really? I thought that Clint had finally grown up but he still blames Freddie. Everyone else stops eating and watches the two.
"Let's go. Rematch."
I intervene. I pull back Clint and put my hand in-between both of them, "Guys! What is this? Can't you guys get over what happened?" I look at Clint, "It's not his fault."
"Not his fault?" Clint asks me. "Then how the hell does he get 3 super moves in 2 minutes!"
"They were being hypno — wait what?"
"It's because you're Dr Fate is trash." Hold on. Dr what now?
"You know what? Come on, rematch. Let's go. I'm done eating." Clint says.
"Same." They both storm of the mess hall. There was silence for a moment, but quickly after, everyone began to eat again. I stood still, in confusion. It wasn't until Jet pulls me back into my seat that I begin to speak
"So… if they weren't fighting about — then what were they —"
"Injustice 2." Vern tells me.
"Injustice who?"
"It's a game," Jet says, "we've been playing ever since the storm spirit attack."
"Oh." phew, I thought it was something serious there. I just dodged a bullet.
"Can I have some of your pizza?" I look at the food on Jet's plate.
"Oh yeah ,yeah sure."
I finish the slice of pizza. Realising how long it's been since I've had pizza
"So Vern," the boy looks at me, mouth full of chips, "are you guys excited to go back home?"
"I think excited is a strong word."
"Why?"
He finishes his chips, "Well, I don't think Reyna's gonna like the fact that we attacked your camp and… killed one of your members." I wince.
Vern continues, "And it also doesn't help the fact that nobody trusts us. Me and Freddie. This is just gonna give them more of a reason."
"Why don't they trust you?" Jet asks.
Vern sighs, "We were the first children of Laverna in a long time. If you don't know who that is, she's the god of thieves and cheats. They absolutely despised us when we came to camp."
"How come?"
"Well, the thing is. Before us, there were two other children of Laverna. Brothers as well. During their time in Camp Jupiter, they stole whatever they could find. Food, Jewellery, weapons, anything. What was worse was that it was during… the Great Depression."
"Woah."
"Yeah. So when they found out that there were two more children of Laverna, that were also brothers. They didn't take it lightly. The only reason we managed to get through the ridicule and judging eyes was because that most of our lives, we lived on the streets. So we got used to that sorta thing."
"You lived on the streets?" I ask.
"Yeah, orphans and everything. Blah Blah sad story Blah Blah. But enough about our sob story. How 'bout yours?"
"I go to bars," Jet was drinking some Fanta, "got kicked out a bunch though."
I roll my eyes at him.
"Well, I don't really have a sad story. My mum sent me to camp for a better future and in hope that I could finally see my dad. I did, and he was really cool."
"Boring."
"Whatever, Jet. I bet you don't have a sad story. Mr I Don't Care Who I Annoy."
"Yeah, you're right, I don't. And even if I did I wouldn't tell you, Beethoven."
"That just means you do have one," I say in response, "also stop calling me that."
"Hmm… no."
Gosh, I can't sleep. I twist and turn in my bed, hoping to find the perfect spot, but nothing. I look up into the ceiling thinking about many things. The quest, romans, Apollo, Oscar — Stop Brooke, you've gotten over it, he's gone. It's over, there's nothing you can do. Just sleep…
Nope.
I sit up from my bed, now I'm lookin into the wall. I throw my sheets over and get up from by bed. I put on a jumper. I grab my phone and plug in my earphones, so far Dream Theater has been the one thing I've been listening to all day. I pick up my knife from my desk, step into my shoes and head out.
I walk up to the deck. No one was flying right now, they had put it on autopilot (did I mention we had that?).
I look around and immediately pull out my knife when I see a man, standing in the middle of the deck. He was staring at me, his round sunglasses gleaming in the moonlight. He had his hand in the pocket of his suit vest.
"Can't sleep?" the man asks in his english accent, like a bond villain.
"Who are you?" I say pointing my knife at him.
"Well if I said that there would be no fun now would there?"
"Lemme ask again. Who are you?"
"Oh… temper, temper. Do you really think you're gonna fight me now?"
I was ready too but honestly, my body wasn't. I haven't slept all day and eyes had bags underneath them. But I wasn't about to show weakness
"Why are you here?"
He smiles but it wasn't the nice warm, cozy smile like Oscar had (stop it). It was a cold and evil smile, like he was devising a maniacal plan to destory the world.
"Just wanted to see how this hopeless quest was going." He looks at me, up and down. "Ah… I remember quests. Was there no Oracle this time?"
I stay silent. How did he know about the quest? Did someone tell him?
"Oracle or not. It's hopeless. You're running out of time. In fact, you're late. But, you know all about being late. Don't you? Brooke."
I freeze. Being late… and how does he know my name?
"Did you like that? Your reaction says it was like a magic trick. 'How do you know my name? Ahhhh that's amazing'." He smiles and chuckles slightly.
"Well, I think our little conversation was fun while it lasted and besides, you looked tired."
He smirks, "Dream Theater... hmph, good choice."
The man snaps his fingers and my eyes start getting heavy, and heavier.
The last thing I see is he pulls out his stopwatch, flicks it open and vanishes into the air. I immediately fall asleep.
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