A/N I don't any of the PJATO and HOO characters. That's Rick Riordan's job.
"I know why," yelled Mark, "It's because I am better!"
That seemed to make Clarisse go berserk, as she jumped out of her seat and ran towards Mark. Everyone could barely see the red aura around her, and wondered what that could mean.
Chapter 14 (Flight of the Miscreants)
Clarisse made first contact with her fist against Mark's nose. Mark stumbled backward, and felt his nose. It was definitely broken, since it was now bending in a way noses don't bend. Annabeth soon came out of her thoughts as to how she can make up with Percy, and saw the red glow around Clarisse.
"Mark," yelled Annabeth "Don't make this worse then it need to be! She has the Ares's blessing!"
Mark couldn't get what she was saying though, because Clarisse kept mercilessly thrashing him. Then Travis and Connor Stoll came down and held Clarisse back, while Mark got a chance to recollect his thoughts. He saw the red glow around Clarisse and his eyes widened. He tried to make a dash for the exit, but then he'd have to go past Clarisse, who's been trying to break free out of the Stolls's grip. He could see the hate in their eyes when they looked at him, but he could also see a smidge of sympathy, which was mainly because he was fighting Clarisse.
"Mark," said Annabeth, "I think that it is best that if you leave, for all of us."
"Annabeth," said Mark, as he tried to win her back, "Baby, why would I leave you behind?"
"Don't," threatened Annabeth, "even go there. If you thought you could schmooze me back in love with you, then you've got the wrong girl. You lied to me last night, about that girl named Rose. Now, when you've got nothing, you want me to come back! My siblings told me that you put something in my drink every day, but I was too blinded to see that. Now I know that I was wrong, and that Percy was right. You are nothing but a low-down, conceited, little ego-filled asshole!"
Then she ran out of the amphitheater crying.
"Great," said Malcolm, "now you've gone and made Annabeth cry. How many more people do you have to hurt to find out that you're not as great as you think? How many more people have to have their hearts broken in order for to realize that you're not the greatest in the world? Someone from the Ares cabin take him to the airport, you know what to do. Clarisse, how does a day off with Chris sound to you, hmm? Come on."
With that, Clarisse calmed down, and went with Chris, still seething with anger, but none-the-less calmer than before. Two of her siblings dragged Mark, who was shocked to say the least, into the camp van with Argus and went towards the airport, so that he could get on an airplane and get knocked down by Zeus.
None of the campers seemed to realize that the Chaos cabin was back in its original spot, nor the shadows that were moving in it.
A/N Sorry about the short chapter, but I really got lazy, and didn't know what else to put in this chapter. Next chapter will have some more stuff, I swear. In the mean time, if anyone has ideas for this story, and I like them, then I might put it in here. Read and Review! Peace!