Story 12:

Reviled Memories

Enjoy! I hope to update again before thanks giving, if I don't, HAPPY THANKSGIVING! I am thankful for all my wonderful readers!

A/N: Also, I should have said this in the first chaper, but I forgot. *blush*. In this story the gods are VERY involved in the life of their children. It's like in the old mythology stories when they used to mess around with humans for fun. This isn't like the PJ stores where they are pretty stand-offish. In this, they care greatly for their children. ALL OF THEM.(Talk about all the Christmas cards/gifts you have to send out, geez!) Okay, I'm rambling, but I wanted to make that clear for the future of this story.

I can't do this anymore. I am going to die. I have to go back…I have to go back. Ich muss zurück…Ich muss zurück…

Avery…Where are you? I want to find you…I miss you…want to see you…hold you…missyou…

I snap out of my stupor as quickly as I fell into it. Dropping to my knees, I arm my bow with an arrow and survey the area. So far, so good. Weiss growls softly beside me and I pat his head.

"Everything's clear boy, at ease."

Weiss doesn't listen. He is still at attention. This is fine with me; he can watch my back as I rest. I sink to my knees and take a sip of water from my gourd.

It feels so good to just, rest. I haven't had a moment to myself for weeks. I've been on the move, nonstop. I couldn't afford to stop. The monsters were everywhere, trying to kill me. I will cherish this time I have to rest. I lay my head on the tree behind me and against my will, I dream.

How Sierra escaped her prison, she will never know. It was by the hands of some higher power. She was amazed at how easy it was to escape the home of her drunken uncle. She sings praises to whatever god helped her.

Armando Grey was a monster. Sierra hated him. He may have been her father's brother but he was nothing like her father, Dom Grey.

After Sierra managed to escape Auschwitz-another miracle-, she migrated to the United States. There, she was sent to live with her rich uncle in New York City. It was almost like being back in Auschwitz. Her uncle was a drunk. He abused her and her aunt Irene.

Sierra promised herself she would escape. And she did. How, she will never know. All that matters is that she is free. Free from anyone that can hurt her.

I wake up a few hours later. There is a terrible crick in my neck that will probably be there for days. I roll my shoulders to lessen the ache, but it doesn't help very much. I move on with Weiss at my side.

Today is strangely quiet. I don't condemn it though. I move quickly. I have been away from the hunter for a few weeks now, but I have yet to figure out where I will actually go. Where is a safe place for me? A though crosses my mind, but I quickly shove it away. None of that, Sierra.

He is the weirdest boy I have ever met. That isn't saying much considering I don't know many boys, but he is still strange. He has spiked black hair and green eyes like jewels.

"Zack." He says his name is.

He is like me, homeless and battered. He is being chased by monsters too. He says we should stick together because we could help each other. I agree because I need help. I will not say it aloud, but I am desperate.

Another few miles and the first monster appears. I am glad. I was beginning to get worried. Weiss and I immediately go to work. The monster is quickly apprehended. Weiss and I move on. And apparently, so do my memories.

Zack proves to be the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. He is smart, funny and kind. He takes care of me. He says that he has heard of a place for people like us. It's a camp for special people. A camp. I am terrified.

"No more, camps." I say, taking several steps away from him.

Zack's green eyes are filled with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I hate camps!" I run from him.

Zack catches me before I even work up a good sweat. He says nothing. He holds me. He stokes my hair and whispers sweet words into my ear. I have never been treated like this. Never.

I start to cry.

I didn't want to go to Camp Half-Blood, but here I am again. I am standing at the magical border, still wondering if this is a good idea. The last time I was here, things didn't go so well.

This place has so many damn memories. I hate memories. I hate camps. They are nothing but bad luck.

As if on cue, I hear a snarl behind me. I turn around to see a pack of Hellhounds. They are drooling hungrily as they eye me. I grimace and grip my bow. I don't have time for this. I am tired and my memories are getting the best of me. This will be a quick battle.

Loading my bow, I shoot three arrows at the first approaching hellhound. They hit the target, but the hellhound doesn't go down, it keeps advancing.

I duck and roll to the side, another arrow loaded, but it is knocked from my hands by a large paw. Another paw comes and swats me into a tree.

I hiss in pain as I fall to my knees.

"Sierra, run!"

Zack pushes me up the hill. I am tripping over my feet. I am frightened and Zack's shoving doesn't help me at all. He picks up a large rock and throws it at the head of a Minotaur. The beast growls and turns to run towards us.

"Not a good idea, Zack!" I say.

"Don't worry about me; just get up that damn hill!"

I do as I am told. I turn around just in time to see Zack raise his hands, a shroud of dark clouds coming around him. His normally green eyes transform to solid black.

"Burn in the pits of Tatarus!" The billows of darkness transform into black fire, enveloping everything in its path. Zack sinks to his knees, exhausted.

I turn to run him, calling his name.

His eyes are dull, but he smiles at me. "Sierra…keep running…don't-don't come any closer!"

I stop, dead in my tracks. "Zack!" I am crying again. Why does he make me cry so much? I hate it! Stop crying! This fuels my tears and I stumble back down the hill, toward him. I need him to be with me. I need him. "Please, come on!" I pull on his arms, begging him to stand.

Zack looks at me and takes my face in his hands. "This isn't the end, only the beginning." He presses his face to mine and I can feel his tears against my cheek. "I love you, Sierra."

I burst into uncontrollable tears. "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

"I love you." His shoulders shake with emotion. "Say it back."

I hang my head. "I love you too…so much…"

Zack presses his lips to mine and it is the worst feeling in the world. I never want it to end. My heart is so full, yet so empty. I hate this feeling. Neverendneverletmego… Loveyouneedyousomuch…

Zack's warm lips slide across mine as he pulls me deeper into him. He is crying so much, I can taste his tears. I am sure he can taste mine.

Suddenly, he is gone.

He fades into a burst of black and silver smoke. His jewel-like eyes glow through the darkness, before disappearing as well.

The battle has gone on for far too long. I am bleeding everywhere. I have slain so many monsters, I am losing count. The camp seems to be getting farther and farther away. Weiss is still with me, but he is weak. His strength depends on mine.

The hellhound comes forward; ready to deliver the final blow.

That is when I thrust my hand forward, and a large box appears, entrapping the beast. Above the box there is a saw. The saw begins to cut away at the box. This magic is wearing me down. I stand to my feet, wobbling as I go. I hop onto Weiss' back and he takes off, up the hill.

I promised I would never go back, yet here I am. I'm so weak. I curse myself for being so pathetic! I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate this. I hate camps.

A/N: This chapter turned out to be longer than I thought it would be! I hope you liked it. I even cried at the bit about Zack and Sierra. I love Zack. Why did I have to off him? Damn, I just love all my characters, and even the ones that aren't mine! #IAmASap