A/N: Sorry guys. I went to UVA SEP camp and there were NO electronics there. Then I got back and I got writer's block. *huffs* I only JUST got back to my regular writing schedule. Here's your new chapter!
Abigail's POV
Ok, I know that he kissed me after I regained consciousness at camp when that incident happened, but I thought he was only relieved! Why would he ask me out?! There are many reasons to not ask me out. To name a few: I'm kind of evil, I'm dangerous, and I'm a Whisper. Helloooo? Did he forget that I mentioned that Whispers are dangerous WHEN WE FIRST MET?! I was kind of glad he asked me though. I snickered as I walked towards my closet. It would be priceless to see Amanda in a dress going out with another antisocial person. They're both antisocial, therefore, a perfect match! Just because I'm a Daughter of Athena does NOT mean I can't ship people.
I started to think about what to wear. I sighed and started to think. What is my soul like… I wonder. (besides black and cold sometimes) Then I get a perfect idea! In the end, I chose a navy blue ball gown with silver sequins. Perfect, I think, and hang it on the closet door. In case you were wondering on WHY I chose that, it's because I'm in House Merandus and if you don't know what that means, google it. If you can't google it, what are you doing with your life, I do not know.
I lied down on my bed. I swear if Amanda laughs at me tomorrow, I'm going to spill out a lot of embarrassing secrets about her. Suddenly, the room was dark and I jumped up. I closed my eyes and prepared myself. A punch came towards my way, I deflected it, and kicked in that general direction. I heard a grunt and a voice murmured, "Hmm. You're tougher than you look, Desario. You're going to need a lot more than punches to take me down, though. I'll see you soon." Whoever it was, it decided to have the last move and slashed upward at my arm. I winced and sent out my whispers. You're not going anywhere. I sent waves of water throughout the room, determined to drown whoever it was. He or she seemed to have magic and within a few seconds, a kick caught me in the ribs and I heard a crack. Silver stained my shirt. Wait, what kind of person wears boots with sharps pricks? Wait, spikes. I sent out my whispers again, but the person had already disappeared.
The darkness dissipated and I stood up, wincing. I cursed. My left arm was bleeding like crazy, as was my ribs. Damn it. I felt my ribs. Broken. I summoned some water and the bleeding stopped. My ribs were healed, though it still hurt to move. I walked out of my bedroom and went to the kitchen. I found everyone sitting there eating dinner. I sighed in relief. Good, no one else was hurt. I was about to turn invisible and get food without people noticing the silver on my shirt and jeans. You'd figure once in a while things would turn out right, but NOOOOO. Reyna HAD to turn around and see me. She said, "Pluto's Paul-" but I motioned for us to be quiet. She got the message and changed at top speed. "Oh never mind. I thought I saw that really annoying Katelyn outside." Too late, Percy whipped around and saw me. "What the Hades happened to you?!" Reyna gave me a "I tried" look. I rolled my eyes at Percy. "Nothing. I just tripped into something." Kace gave me a look and said, "The Abigail I know does NOT trip. What happened?"
I cursed. "Damn it, Kace. After finding the right outfit, I started practicing knife throwing in my room when a gust of wind blew the knife back and cut my stomach. Happy?" He still looked suspicious, so I sighed and sent out my whisper. Ok ok. You got me. Now shut up, and let me have some dinner, or I am NOT telling you what happened. I whispered angrily. HA! I knew it! Kace yelled triumphantly in my mind. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a plate and started loading it up with sushi. Thank the gods that Katie and Calypso actually made Asian food. I despise "American" food. The minute I finished, Kace grabbed my arm and dragged me to his room. He sat down and waved a hand at the closed door. He probably made the door heavier. Great. No getting out of this...
"Fine." I snapped. "I was ambushed in my room and whoever it was cut my arm and broke my ribs. Now they're healed." Kace sighed. "Uh, no, that is not ok! Aren't you a bit worried about what might happen?!" "We've handled worse." Kace frowned. "Okay, I know that is true, but let's think seriously here: have you ever heard of someone who wears spiked shoes?" he asked. "Boots," I corrected him. "They were definitely boots." "Ok then. Do you remember anyone who wore spiky boots I was about to leave and go get some dessert but he pulled me back a moment. "I like your fearlessness a lot, but sometimes you need to be careful. Okay?" he said. I sighed. "Alright," He kissed me on the cheek and left. I sat there for a little while, and then eventually went to get dessert. I knew Kace was right, but something felt really odd about this enemy's mind; it didn't feel completely evi, or have the motive to 100% kill. I suddenly remembered someone who had spiked boots and had a voice just like the intruder.