Jack sat hunched over in a chair with the old gold coin in his hands, trying not to cry. However, his emotions betrayed him, and a singular tear slid down his cheek.

"Where? H-how?" He stuttered out, stopping himself before he sobbed.

"There, there Jack," Chiron said while trotting up to him. "Zeus told me that Jason used this to help control his lightning back when he was younger than you. This isn't the real one, this is an almost exact replica"

After hearing that, Jack wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve before getting unsteadily to his feet.

"I'll get going now." He said hesitantly.

Chiron patted him on the shoulder.

"Why don't you take a break for the rest of the day, hmm? You can go back to training tomorrow. I heard a certain someone is coming back tomorrow as well."

"You've got to be fu-"

"JACK LEO GRACE WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT CURSING!" Chiron roared with a look of blazing anger on his face.

Jack paled, knowing what would be coming he stayed, bolted out of the door and down the porch, not stopping until he reached the Zeus cabin.

Bursting into the room, he quickly turned around and bolted the door behind him.

Panting, he flipped around, his back hitting the door, and slid down it until his knees hit his chest.

Jack wrapped his arms around his legs, and let his head rest against the bronze doors of the cabin, thinking about what the coin meant. After sitting in this position for a while, he stood up, stretched, then pulled the coin out of his pocket. Jack then set it down on his nightstand, and upon looking outside, realized that he had stayed on the door for several hours. When he had left the Big House, it was mid-evening. Now, it was almost pitch black outside. Jack sighed. He had missed dinner again, the third time this week. Nick was going to have his hide. Jack walked to the back of the cabin, near the corner where he chose his bunk. Lying down, his mind began to wander off. So he was returning tomorrow, huh. Just Nick, or him and Alex?

Shaking his head, he sat up, legs dangling off the side of the bed. Time to see what this replica coin can do. Jack grabbed the coin off the nightstand, looking at it with a flashlight he also grabbed off the desk.

Jack had a brilliant idea. He gripped it with his right hand, aimed it away from him, closed his eyes, and shook it around. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened. Jack took another look at it, turning it over slowly in his hands before giving up. Jack had a very short attention span. Walking over to the only open space, behind the Zeus statue, he laid on the ground with the coin. Sitting the coin straight up under his forefinger, he flicked it, setting it spinning. Unbeknownst to him, that singular action caused the coin to activate, turning it from a gold coin to a pilum, and the spearhead impaled itself into the statue of Zeus's backside. Jack jumped back as soon as the transformation happened, stumbled onto his own backside, scrambling away from the pilum. As his fight or flight instincts faded, he realized what he had done.

"Oh no, no, no," he whispered aloud, fearing what relation would happen. Jack ran to his bed, leaving the pilum where it stood, and jumped under the covers, desperately trying to go to sleep.

When the sunlight first struck his face, Jack woke up groggy, putting his hand up to block the sun rays streaming in through the window. Rolling over, he fell out of his bed, slamming his head on the cold marble ground. Dazed, he glanced over at the Zeus statue, briefly wondering why Zeus had a golden third leg. That was new. Then, once his eyes started clearing, the golden leg became a golden pilum, still impaled in Zeus' backside. Jack sighed, then slowly stood up, clutching the bedpost as all the blood rushed to his head. Once his dizzy spell had passed, he walked over to the statue warily, half expecting the statue to shove it's lightning bolt up his backside. One he had made it over to the statue without getting impaled, he gripped the pilum and it shrank back down into a coin. Small bits of stone riddled down from the statue.

"Sorry." He whispered.

A loud horn sounded, signaling breakfast. He quickly changed, but as he was putting on his shirt, the door blew open, and a loud voice shouted,

"JACK LEO GRACE!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ooh, cliffhangers~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shots started flying all around Alex, and it took all of his skills to avoid being hit by even one of the bullets, knowing that the tips were probably poisoned. Alex spotted some of the cops in the back falling over as he was dodging, then he jumped through the shadow of the locker, once again appearing behind and above the hot lady, wrapping his legs around her neck, whispering,

"Playtime's over honey."

Licking her ear, she shuddered before he snapped her neck like a twig.

Dropping to the floor like a sack of bricks, he could sense her soul leaving her body, symbolizing that she was dead. Suddenly remembering the shots that had taken down the other officers, he sprang back up off the ground and got in a battle-ready position.

Suddenly he heard a low chuckling.

"Always on guard, huh?" a moderately low voice said from the shadows.

Relaxing, Alex shrugged, then spat on the ground.

"You can never be too on guard on this side of the wall."

"Fair point."

Stepping out of the shadows came Nicolas Jones, son of Mars. 6'3" 225lbs, 19 years old, big man. However, he was still dwarfed by Alex's height of 6'8".

"So, what brings you all the way over here? Also, cut off this coat. It's not my style."

Laughing, Nick pulled out his knife and started cutting off Alex's straight jacket.

"After you stormed off, Chiron came to me and asked me to bring your dumbass back. He gave me full permission to use whatever force required to bring you in."

"So, you're getting blamed for all this mess, right?"

By now, Nick had cut off the jacket, and Alex was redressing with his normal clothes.

"Yea, i'll even take the blame for the one with the broken neck."

Alex walked past Nick and over to where his broadsword had fallen and picked it back up. He started to inspect it thoroughly, running his finger over the edge, the blade cutting into his skin. One he was satisfied that his weapon was alright, he stuck his finger into his mouth and started sucking on it. Nick shook his head. Alex was one crazy bastard. He then pulled his finger out of his mouth with a popping sound.

"Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation? Let's get moving!" Alex suddenly proclaimed.

"I should be asking you that. Do you even know how long you were in there?" Nick responded.

"No. Care to tell me?"

"An entire week. Jack skipped three meals."

"How would you know that? You were stalking me the entire time."

"One, it's not stalking. It's guarding. Two, Kyria told me."

"Wait wait wait. Back up one sec. Kyria Wilder?"

"Yup."

"You mean to tell me that the Witch of the West is keeping you informed of whether or not Jack ate meals out of the goodness of her heart?"

Alex started to get a slimmer of hope for the salt and pepper haired girl.

"No. I'm paying her $15 dollars a day to tell me. I already owe her $105. Get your ass moving."

Any hope Alex had for the girl was shot down by that one remark. Oh well. She had been like this ever since she had come to camp.

"Any newbies?"

"None so far. Jack also failed the warrior's exam."

"Let me guess. Not enough electrokinesis or air power?" Alex sighed out.

"Yup. let's give him a surprise training course."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Several hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once Nick had paid Kyria, she slammed the door in his and Alex's face.

"That's cold," Alex stated as they walked away from the Hecate cabin.

"Yea, but did you see those curves? She's damn hot." Nick replied.

"Fucking perv."

Nick and Alex started arguing back and forth, not noticing where they were going until Alex ran into a little person, almost plowing over the poor soul.

"Oh, shit, are you ok?" Alex asked worry etched on his brow.

"I'm alright." The kid replied, rubbing his forehead.

"You're like a brick wall."

Alex laughed, then helped the boy up.

"What's your name?"

"Michael."

"Well Michael, maybe I can treat you to something for almost running you over? How does that sound?"

"Uh, that sounds great."

"Are you free this Saturday?"

"Of course!"

"I'll see you then," Alex said to Michael before walking off.

He's cute Alex thought.

"What was that?" Nick asked when they were out of earshot.

"What do you mean?"

"What you just did. What the fuck was that?"

"I asked him if he wanted to go get something because I ran him over, why?"

"Sounded like a date," Nick replied, not convinced.

"Well, you are an idiot," Alex said nonplussed.

"Fair enough."

By this point, they had reached the Zeus cabin. Alex and Nick looked at each other at the same time, then nodded. Alex blew apart the door, and at the same time, Nick shouted

"JACK LEO GRACE!"

Michael Sanders was lying in his bed when he heard the door to his cabin creak open.

"Why hello Bianca, what brings you to my fortress of solitude?"

Bianca sighed, sitting on the bunk next to his.

"It's acting up again." She finally sighed out.

"I don't know how long I can keep this up. It keeps getting worse and worse."

"Well, you could start by telling Alex about it. His powers are more attuned to your problem." Michael suggested.

"I've already told you, he's under enough pressure. Too much more and he'll snap. Tell me you've seen it too. He's one of the more popular, powerful people and he takes it all in stride. Everyone expects more and more from him by the day, and he tries his hardest to stay on top of those expectations. All of that socializing goes against his fundamentals as a son of Hades."

"I'm gonna stop you there," Michael said before she could go on a rant.

"You might as well make yourself comfortable."

Bianca then proceeded to lay flat on her back against the bed, stretching out against the sheets in an attempt to get comfortable. Michael sat up straight, took a deep breath, and pushed himself into her mind. Once he had pushed far enough, he felt the second conscious in her mind, a little demon tucked away. Most people were haunted by their demons, but Bianca was hunted by hers. Little by little, Michael started to apply little bits of fear directly into the conscious, causing it to shrink back into itself until it was too dangerous for him to continue. Pulling out, he was met with a pale, sweaty Bianca, clutching at the sheets shaking and gasping for breath. Tired, he went back to his own bed and crawled under the covers, passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Daliha~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Daliah was having a pleasant conversation with Petra when a loud explosion came from the direction of the cabins.

You son of a bitch she thought to herself, smiling a little as she heard shouting coming from the cabin area. Petra started to freak out.

"Oh my gods, should we help them?"

"No, Jack deserves this."

"What?"

As soon as Petra asked that, Jack was drug out towards the training field from both arms by Alex and Nick, a gaggle of newbies following behind them. Spying them, Alex gave a wave, Petra and Daliah waving back. Nick tried to do the same but only received a middle finger from Daliah. Alex busted out laughing as he continued on his route to the training field.

"Was that really necessary?" Petra asked.

"He played Hey There Delilah the last time he tried to ask me out. So yes." She responded, shuddering at the memory.

Upon hearing that, Petra busted out laughing, uncontrollable tears falling down her cheeks.

"I'm so done with you," Daliah said, walking away.

By this point, Petra had fallen on the ground, struggling to breathe.

"Wha, what's it like in New York City?" Petra sang, laughing even harder than before.

Daliah gave her the bird as well before walking towards the training field, curious about what would be taking place there.

This is out really early. 7 days to be exact.

I thought to myself, I'm gonna rest a little and type for fun until Tuesday.

Evidently, I have too much free time.

Biancas little friend will have a huge influence for what happens to Alex, as will Nick's Anti-Gay shenanigans.

Nick is a perv. one too

Peace,

DragonsHero2