AH! This chapter was even MORE fun to write.
It's kinda in two parts. Part One: Lena's PoV. Part Two: Zack's PoV. AHHHHH! I'm LIKE FANGIRLING OVER MY OWN STORY!
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Meepmeep123: A cliffy cuz I'm mean and otherwise the chapter would have been crazy long. And, yes, it does. :) MUWAHAHAHAHAHA! And I didn't laugh! That's actually a really good idea that I may very well use. Not joking. I really liked it! That sounds really cute and like a real crowd(reader)-pleaser! And, haha! I had to write it as much as you needed to read it. With luck, I MAY update again, but don't hold me to it. I've yet to eat and shower and such...
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Chaos developed rapidly, the only real distinguishable difference between the opposing forces was that most of the people fighting for me were wearing there pajamas.
How intimidating.
For a moment, both sides seemed to have forgotten me, but then I saw Kara break away from the crowd.
"You stupid bitch," she snarled as she struck. We then engaged in battle of swords. Each of us attacked, aiming for the kill, although one slip up cost both of us. While I'm tempted to say it was all her fault, I'm honestly not sure. Suddenly both of our swords flew out of our hands and landed feet away. I knew that my sword would return in a few minutes, but that wasn't going to help me right then.
Kara glared at me and then lunged with her bare hands. She first punched me in the face again and I countered with a punch to her mid-section, then a kick to her face. She stumbled back and I aimed to punch her in her side, but she gripped my wrist and twisted it hard. A small squeal of pain slipped out between my lips, but I was more distraught at knowing that striking her with that hand would now hurt me than it would her.
Taking my moment of pain as an advantage she punched me straight in the jaw. I try to punch her in her mouth with my left fist, but it was sloppy and Kara pretty much just swatted it aside.
Her attacks were rapid and painful from there on, a rapid succession of punches to the face, jaw, gut, and side. She finished with a kick in my stomach that left me tumbling to the ground. She kneeled on top of me, making it hard to breath. Using her legs, she pinned my arms to my side. I thrashed and kicked, but it was futile.
I was done for.
She just had this mad glint in her eye as her hands wrapped around my throat. She began to squeeze as she bent down to whisper in my ear.
"Did you notice where we are?" She said as I began to struggle for air, I kicked as hard as I could but it was to no avail. "This is where we used to play Capture the Flag. This is the creek where your father was claimed. This is where it all began, and this is where it ended. Say hi to your mommy and daddy, Silena."
Through my dizziness and desire for air, I was confused. Then my eyes flicked over to what I had originally thought to be rocks. They weren't.
They were gravestones.
Tears pricked my eyes as I felt my life slip away.
Kara just laughed at my hopelessness. "How fitting. At least you'll get to die with your parents."
She was right. I would die with my parents. In just moments, I would be able to see them again.
I felt my struggling cease and a small smile form on my lips. Just as my world began to fade to black, I felt air reenter my lungs.
Gasping and wheezing my lungs greedily sucked it up. Of course, as soon as I could breathe I flipped to my side and vomited. That's when I noticed exactly who saved me. Zack.
He was a few feet to my left, kneeling on top of Kara as she had just been on me. And he was beating the living shit out of her.
"Don't. You. Ever. Touch. Her. AGAIN!" He said between punches. "You. Gods. Damned. TRIATOR!"
My vision was swimming but after a few tries I was able to get on my feet. I looked around, battles blurring together so badly that for a moment it just looked like an elaborate dance instead of duels to possible deaths.
Everyone was fighting.
Fighting for me.
Risking there lives for me.
Why me?
My hands went to my head and I screamed in frustration. Frustration at my spinning head and aching body and crappy life. Frustration at my everything.
"Everyone STOP IT!" I shrieked.
Ignoring the pain in my arms I raised them high above my head. I felt as if I had been stabbed in the gut, but the water did as I wanted. Walls of water in a perfect circle around me rose, easily a story or two high. I let them stand there, a testament to my strength and heritage. My father had controlled this creek, and now I do.
After a moment, though, I let it drop and with it I fell as well.
Immediately I was aware of Zack's presence. His arms were around me and he was cradling my swirling head.
Somewhere my muddled brain thought, 'Why won't Zack sit still? Why is he spinning me? I'm so dizzy.' It was only later that I realized that my head was just still messed up from being hit so many times and then choked.
Tears were falling from his eyes and I frowned, confused. 'Why was he crying?' My muddled head thought. I think I reached out and touched his tears, but my memories of that night, especially after my fight with Kara, are a little mixed up. Sometimes I can't quite recall what really happened and what my knocked up head made up.
So maybe I stroked his face.
Maybe he began to sob.
Maybe he whispered in my ears, "I'm so sorry, Lena. I'm so sorry. I'll never let anything happen to you again. Gods, Lena, I love you. I love you so much."
Maybe I returned the sentiment.
Maybe not.
I'm honestly not sure.
ZACK'S PoV
After I electrocuted the two Hephaestus boys holding me, I acted quickly, as did Lena. I then ran over to one of the boys holding a sword to me, I think they were Ares's kids, and punched one in the face right before I took his sword. I then kicked him in the head hard enough to knock him out.
Calling on my traitorous father I electrocuted the other three bad enough that they at least wouldn't be standing for a while. Good enough. I had bigger worries.
Where was Lena?
I saw Zeke throw a javelin at her and a shout escaped me. "NO!"
Lena just closed her eyes and raised a hand.
What happened next made my breath catch. A jet of water shot up, coating the javelin. Lena opened her eyes, looking as shocked as everyone else.
"Leave her alone you tyrannical BULLY!" I heard a familiar voice shout. Behind Lena I saw a crowd gather, a crowd that looked like most of the blue team from Capture the Flag. Mara, the sweet, quiet girl from Poseidon's cabin stood in front. Clearly the shout had come from her.
Then Alexa stood forward. "Blue team, CHARGE!" The team followed instructions and stormed the old Capture the Flag clearing. Briefly I recalled the first Capture the Flag game I had ever played. It had been played in this clearing. Four days later the news had arrived of the death of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. Three days later their bodies had arrived. A meeting had been called and it had been decided.
The clearing would be given up for their dear heroes.
Little did I know that somewhere around the world, a little girl was grieving for the loss of her parent's.
I turned and spun, trying to find Lena amongst all the confusion. I turned around and faced my brother, Zeke, with a sword in his hand and a sickening grin on his face. "Hey, brother." He greeted, as if we were friends.
An anger so strong filled me. A rage I didn't even know could exist. Pure hatred. The desire to kill.
He hurt my Lena. He would pay.
I swung my sword at him and he easily ducked, laughing. "Come on, brother. That all you got?"
"I am NOT you're brother!" I said as I swiped again. He dodged again.
He put his hand to his heart, feigning hurt. "That hurts, brother."
I began seeing red. It was everywhere. It was Zeke's blood, and it would be spilled.
That's when the real battle began. Trying desperately to focus on skill, rather than rage, I attack him repeatedly. Sword against sword. Brother against brother. At that moment, I had never felt more shameful to be a son of Zeus.
Zeus, who had issued all his sons and allies children to attack a sixteen year old girl, to attack MY Lena.
All I knew was that one moment I had been dreaming about I-don't-even-care and then the next I see a sword held to Lena's throat, a kick dealt to her back. I woke with a start and searched frantically for her, only to be caught by those stupid sons of Hephaestus.
Zeke and I dueled, we had always been evenly matched. While I had motivation on my side, my rage would sometimes blind me to his attacks.
"Come on, Raver." Zeke taunted, edging on my blinding rage. "Have you even done her yet?" My silence was his answer and he laughed. "Seriously? All this for a girl you haven't slept with? Let me tell you, I'd do her the second I could." I slipped up and he managed to cut me in the arm. "I mean, I already got a taste of her, and let me tell you, it left me wanting more."
Taste of her.
He kissed her.
My eyes widened and pleasure filled Zeke's. I swung my sword, catching him by surprise, cutting him just below his temple.
He gasped in pain and a hand flung to his cut. I took that moment to my advantage. I slashed again, this time cutting him in the arm. Then in the chest. Then in the shoulder. The leg. I slashed all over his body, nothing bad enough to kill, but enough to hurt like Tartarus, which is less than what he deserved.
I eventually kicked him to the ground and held my sword to his throat. "You were always a tyrant." I told him.
I pressed my sword closer to his neck and I saw him swallow nervously. I so desperately wanted to kill him.
But…
I sighed and retracted the sword a fraction of an inch. "But, I'm not a killer, I said." I saw relief light in his eyes right before I punched him in the face four times, enough to knock him out.
I then stood and returned to searching for my Lena.
When I found her, I'm sorry to say I froze for a moment out of utter terror.
No, utter terror doesn't begin to describe what I felt.
A familiar girl knelt on top of Lena, her hands wrapped tightly around her throat. The girls head was bent down so it was right next to Lena's. I saw Lena's body go limp.
She was killing my Lena.
She might have already.
As fast as I possibly could have gone I sprinted to Lena, grabbing the girl off of Lena and throwing her to the ground. Vaguely, I registered Lena coughing and gasping for air and relief surged me.
Then the hatred was back, even stronger then before.
I looked down at the girl.
It was Kara.
I pinned her down just as she had pinned Lena. If I thought I hated Zeke, it was nothing compared to what I felt towards Kara at that moment. I realized it had been she holding the sword to Lena.
She had tried to kill Lena. By CHOKING her.
And I had thought she was a friend.
Zeke had just exceeded my expectations for his cruelness.
Kara had truly betrayed me.
I started punching everything on her I could find, except her head. I didn't want her to pass out. I wanted her to feel every second of this hell.
"Don't." Punch. "You." Punch. "Ever." Punch. "Touch." Punch "Her." Punch. "AGAIN!" Punch. "You." Punch. "Gods." Punch. "Damned." Punch. "TRAITOR!"
I just kept punching, ignoring Kara's pleas and apologies. I didn't care. I was beyond care, beyond any emotion except hatred.
Then I heard Lena scream and I was back to my old self…mostly.
She was standing in the creek, pressing her hands to her head, screaming at the top of her lungs. A high pitched and blood-curdling scream. Deciding Lena was my bigger concern, I finally dealt Kara a punch to the head, knocking her out.
"Everyone STOP IT!" She screamed, her voice carrying across the entire clearing.
Then, Lena showed her true power.
I always figured she had to have some power, and that stunt with the javelin just proved me right, but this…this was…terrifying.
She raised her arms above her head and the water obeyed, circling around her, rising nearly two stories high. Then it fell, and Lena looked more drained than ever. She too crumpled.
I darted to her, pulling her head on my lap.
"Stop spinning," I heard her mumble. "Stop spinning me, Zack. I'm already dizzy." Spinning? Dizzy? Concussion?
Tears dotted my eyes. My poor Lena.
As the tears began to fall, Lena put her hand up, wiping them away, puzzlement appearing on her face. Her hand then rested on my cheek and I leaned into it carefully.
"You're crying," she whispered. "You never cry." She said, her voice sounding so monotone, you could tell she was muddled in the head.
Tears fell quicker as I leaned down. "I'm so sorry, Lena." I told her, guilt hurting me more than any wound on my body. "I'm so sorry. I'll never let anything happen to you again." I promised. "Gods, Lena, I love you. I love you so much." I would have gone on, but I had a lump in my throat preventing speech.
I'm not sure if I got hit in the head, but I swear I heard Lena mutter. "…you too…" before her eyes glazed over and her hand fell. Just to be sure I checked to make sure she was breathing. She was thankfully.
Finally I was aware everyone was still fighting behind me. Who was winning, I wasn't sure.
"That's enough!" I shouted.
"I think so too." A voice boomed. I turned around.
Standing at the edge of the clearing was a very enraged Chiron.
He continued shouting, but I stopped listening. I just looked down at my injured Lena. In sleep she looked peaceful. But this was not sleep, this was unconsciousness brought on by pain and exhaustion.
"I'm so sorry, Lena." I said one more time, kissing her temple.