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This oneshot is for XMistressChaosx, who won the 75 reviews contest! Thanks for reviewing, and thank you for being lovely and patient with me while I procrastinated! Hope you enjoy:)
Without further ado, here is Ozzy David Dickens...
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Ozzy's POV
What am I even doing? This is crazy! I thought to myself for what must've been the hundredth time. Ozzy, pull yourself together! I know you missed Myth, but this is ridiculous. Did you really have to kidnap the satyr?
I nervously glanced at my captive. He was sitting with his mouth taped shut, his feet bound, and his arms tied securely behind his back. His curly hair was a mess, and the plate of half-eaten enchiladas and coke cans I had used to lure him into the car currently sat on the floor pads.
"Mmhnm, mmhnmph!" The satyr says, struggling against his bonds.
"Be quiet, will you?" I snap. I'm already on edge as it is, I don't think I can take much more noise.
Uh oh. I saw people running out through the woods towards us.
"Don't move," I warned my captive as I hopped out of the car. I received an annoyed look in response. I grabbed the keys and locked the car from the inside.
Two boys and two girls had just reached the clearing.
"Stay back!" I warned, pulling a butter knife out of the pocket of my jeans and brandishing it. I had several more in my backpack. "Come any closer, and the satyr gets it!"
What looked to be the oldest boy put his arms out to stop the group from advancing.
"What do you want with Grover?" he demanded, drawing his sword, and I could tell he knew how to use it.
What was I doing with Grover?
"I need to see Myth!" I called, my voice on the edge hysteria.
The group talked amongst themselves for a second, before the boy turned back to me.
"There's no one named Myth here, you've made a mistake!" he called pleadingly. "Just let Grover go!"
I sighed and rubbed my temples, hard.
"Circe," I managed to choke out. "Her name's Circe Clio Anthony."
"Hazel, go find her," I heard the boy order, and the smallest girl took off. I must've had a ridiculously insane look in my eyes, because neither the guy with the sword nor the other blonde girl, who had just pulled out a knife, charged me.
I gripped my butter knife, trying to hold on to something- anything- that could bring me back to reality. Again, why was I doing this? Besides, what chance did I have at succeeding at this against experienced, weapon-wielding demigods? I was just a regular mortal!
Well, I guess not a regular mortal, since I can see through the Mist.
I just really missed Myth.
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Trust me when I say I never meant for this to happen, but when Myth left me to go to Camp Half-Blood, well, I kind of lost it. She's my best friend, and we practically grew up together. My nickname for her, Myth, is kind of ironic. Her real name is Circe, like from the stories we used to read when we were little and loved Greek mythology, so she became Myth. Of course, they're no longer just stories; to her they're history.
My nickname is Odd, because, well, I tend to be just that. I was never interested in video games or sports like other kids. For me, my random infatuations with scuba diving, microbiology, and sock puppets were enough to make me stand out. I'd get interested in one thing, then the next week forget all about it.
I'm kind of the same way with girls. One week I'll have a crush on Jessica Matthews and flirt my pride and dignity away, and the next week I've moved on to Sarah Holbrook.
Myth is the only exception to that. I've had a major crush on her since day one. She doesn't think so, but she's one of the prettiest girls I've ever met. She has cocoa colored skin and chocolatey eyes, and her dark curly hair is always so shiny. The ripped, paint-splattered jeans she likes to wear are cute in a off-beat kind of way, and she looks so good in her red and black plaid shirt that it hurts.
She's 15, a year younger than me, but it doesn't matter. I could never tell her I liked her because we're best friends, and I didn't want to risk ruining that. Now, I'm wishing I had, maybe this would have never happened...
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It all started a few weeks ago. I was hanging out at Myth's house while her parents were out. I played with her hair as she wrote an English essay, when there was a knock at the door.
"Come with me," Myth sighed, dragging me out of her room by the arm, "I hate answering the door by myself."
When we opened the door, we were both surprised to see a tall, tanned guy breathing heavily and leaning against the door frame.
"Are you Circe?" he panted out.
"Yes," she answered, looking at him warily.
"I've been looking everywhere for you!" he exclaimed. "I have to tell you, you're a demigod and-"
Myth slammed the door.
"Tell me when he leaves," she said, rolling her eyes and heading back to her bedroom.
I was a little startled by her rude behavior, so I opened the door again to greet the confused guy still standing there.
"Sorry about that," I apologized. "Myth doesn't like strangers."
"I'm Bahhbob," the guy introduced himself, though his name came out sounding like a bleat.
"Ozzy," I said, shaking his hand.
"Circe's a demigod," he stated pleasantly, and for a moment I considered shutting the door again.
"Like in those stories she always reads?" I asked, just to be polite.
Bob nodded. "But they're not stories, they're real."
"Okay," I nodded slowly. Then I glanced up at his hair. "Uh, dude, are those horns?"
Bob looked at me quizzically. "You're not a demigod," he stated.
"I sure hope not," I said, taking a small step back from the crazy horned guy.
"But you can see my horns?" he asked.
"Well, it's hard to miss two big horns sticking out of a guy's head," I pointed out.
"Can you see this too, then?" Bob asked, kicking off his shoes to reveal... Goat feet.
"Myytthh?" I called down the hallway once I had gotten over the shock. "You might wanna see this!"
She didn't answer, so I waved Bob inside and led him to Myth's bedroom.
"Myth, you might wanna hear what this guy has to say," I said seriously, sitting on her lap.
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Looking back, why didn't I just shut the door on Bob? If I had known he was going to take her away to Camp Half-Blood, I never would've let him in the house. Now I worry about her all the time. I don't usually care so much about people, but Myth is a special case. I just feel like she needs someone to look out for her.
How does kidnapping Grover help me look out for her? No idea.
"Who are you?" the older boy called out, interrupting my thoughts.
"You don't need to know!" I yelled back. "But my name's Ozzy!"
"Okay, Ozzy," the teen said. "My name is Percy. Now, look, nobody has to get hurt. Why don't you just let Grover go, and you can be on your way?"
"Why don't you just get me Myth?" I yelled back.
"She's coming," Percy said, annoyingly placatingly, "But it might be a while. I don't wanna have to hurt you, so for now why don't you just put down your weapon?"
I snorted. "Yeah, fat chance. Just come over here and face me like a man!"
Percy seemed to consider it for a moment, then he dropped his sword and started walking slowly towards me.
"Look, I just wanna talk," he said, his hands in the air where I could see them.
"Stop! Don't come any closer!" I warn, putting my hand on the door handle. "One more step, and Grober's gonna get it!"
"It's Grover!" Percy snapped, continuing towards me.
Of course, I panicked. I have pretty good aim, so I hurled the butter knife at him as hard as I could. He dodged, but it grazed his right shoulder anyway.
"What was that for?" Percy asked angrily, rubbing his shoulder. The blunt end must have hit him. "I just want to talk!"
I yanked open the truck and pulled another knife out of my backpack.
"Percy, get back here!" The blonde girl pleaded. "Just wait until Hazel brings Myth."
"Don't call her that!" I shouted furiously at her. "Only I can call her that, you idiot!"
"Hey!" Percy yelled. "Don't talk to Annabeth like that, you psycho!"
"I'm not a psycho!" I screamed, throwing another knife in his direction. He easily avoided it and turned back to join his group.
We stood, silently facing off for several long minutes, until the smaller boy called out.
"Sweet ride," he noted, nodding at the pickup. "295 horsepower, am I right?"
"Yeah," I called back, a little taken aback. "It's a Silverado."
"I know, I can see that from here," the guy said. "By the way, I'm Leo!"
"Nice to meet you, Leo," I said. Wait, this is weird. Why am I being polite to the friends of the goat I'm holding hostage? My day is just getting weirder and weirder. I sighed heavily and rubbed my temples, wishing that Myth would just get here faster.
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Myth's POV
I was sitting under a shady tree, just relaxing, with Nico DiAngelo. It was a pretty nice day, I guess, but I didn't want to go swimming or anything any of the stupid campers were doing. I could sit quietly with Nico though, he's the only one at camp I don't completely despise. We kind of get each other.
After being here a week, I've realized that these kids are just like everybody else. Just as annoying as regular mortals, except they have gods as parents.
I'll admit, I thought that Bob the satyr was pretty stupid when he showed up on my doorstep last week. I mean, would you believe it if a stranger showed up and told you you were a daughter of Thanatos?
Yeah, didn't think so. I'd always asked my Mom and Stepdad about my real father, but they'd always given me some vague answer. All the demigods here have similar stories, so I guess that that all worked out for the best.
I'll freely admit that camp is not my favorite place. I won't, however, admit that I miss my old life, even though I do. I miss it so much that it hurts.
Well, I guess I don't really miss my old life as a whole, I just really miss Odd. He really got me. I'd had a crush on him ever since the 4th grade, but I was sure he didn't like me back. I should've told him before I left for camp, but I've never been good with the romantic crap. It wouldn't have come out the way I wanted it to anyway.
Suddenly, a group of tolerable, but very annoying, demigods came rushing up to me. Hazel, Malcom, and Lou Ellen were practically tripping over themselves to reach me.
"Oh, thank gods we found you-"
"We've been looking everywhere-"
"He's crazy, and he's got Grover-"
"Woah," I said, waving my hands to stop them all from speaking at once. "I have no idea what you're saying. Malcolm, just you talk."
Malcom took a quick, deep breath. "Circe, there's a crazy guy who just drove into camp in a Chevy Silverado, and he kidnapped Grover! He's demanding to see you, he says his name's Ozzy."
My breath caught in my throat, and without meaning to I killed the ten foot circle of grass beneath me.
"Odd's here?" I repeated disbelievingly.
"Yeah, he's odd, but you need to come with us right now!" Malcolm said, mishearing me. "There's no telling what he might do!"
"I'll come with you, too," Nico said, rising from the ground and helping me up. "Let's go."
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Ozzy's POV
My heart jumped into my throat when I see Myth walk out of the woods towards me. She looked amazing; her dark skin glowing like cocoa, and her chocolatey eyes sparkling as usual. She had on her signature paint-splattered jeans, plaid shirt, and black chucks that I gave her for Christmas a couple years ago.
I started panicking even more when I see her unhappy expression. Does she not want to see me?
Oh gods, what if she already has a boyfriend, and doesn't want to be friends with me anymore? What if she replaced me?
I couldn't stand it anymore, and raced towards her.
"Hold it!" Percy called, pointing his sword at me. "Don't come any closer until you let Grover go!"
My heart stopped. Now that I could see Myth, I realized I hadn't thought this plan through. What was I going to do with Grover?
Hold on. Now that Myth's here, I can focus a little more. Did I really just kidnap a satyr from a camp full of powerful, weapon-wielding demigods that would probably destroy me the second I gave up my hostage?
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
Ozzy, what have you done?!
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Myth's POV
"Give me a minute!" Ozzy called from across the clearing, as he rushed back into the truck.
I recognized it. It was his mom's truck, and I've ridden in the back quite a few times. I could think of dozens of good memories I associated with it, but I had a feeling this memory would override them all.
My three least favorite people were standing beside me, trying to control the situation and obviously failing miserably. Chiron was at Olympus for the week, and had left control of the camp to Percy Jackson- a decision I strongly questioned.
"So what's the deal with Odd?" I asked Percy, frowning at him. I've never liked him. Sure, he's saved the camp, and Olympus, a few times, but I didn't see anything great in him. Being his friend wouldn't benefit me much, so I tried to keep my distance. I don't think he trusts me, but the feeling is mutual.
"You know that lunatic?" Percy asked irritably.
"He's not a lunatic," I say mechanically, though I admit, I questioned it at the moment.
"Then explain why he kidnapped my best friend and is holding him hostage with knives," he shot back.
I raised my eyebrows. "Knives?" I asked, knowing full well Ozzy would never hurt anyone. He's practically a pacifist, and he's always avoided conflict.
"They're butter knives," Leo explains. "They're pretty heavy. Still hurt like heck if they hit you."
I rolled my eyes at him. Leo is one of those people I don't take seriously. How could I? All he does is make stupid jokes and spend all day in that bunker of his. His friendship wouldn't benefit me either, so I stayed away. Plus, he always smelled like gasoline and fire.
"So, can I go talk to him?" I pretended to ask Percy's permission. I'm going to go no matter what he said.
"Given his unstable condition and the extreme possibility of injury on your part, I'd recommend staying away until Percy and I figure out a different plan of action," Annabeth said, and I frown at her. They way she talks, like she's so much smarter than the rest of us just because she's Athena's daughter drives me crazy. I know that being her friend would probably be a good thing, given her position in power, but I just can't bring myself to be nice to a know-it-all.
"And how long will that take?" I demanded. "You've been here for an hour already, and you haven't made any progress!"
"Well, we've collected some good scrap metal," Leo says, raising his eyebrows and holding up two butter knives.
I scowled at him and he lowered the knives.
Percy looked at Annabeth, because he clearly didn't know what to do.
"I say we get a few of the Ares kids down here, dressed in armor, and they can get Grover back safely while restraining the lunatic," Annabeth sighed.
"His name is Ozzy," I said through gritted teeth. "And that's a terrible plan."
"I'll go get Clarisse," Leo said, heading back towards camp.
"Stop," I said loudly, and I'm so upset I accidentally kill most of the grass at our feet. "Nobody is going to charge into battle against a defenseless mortal. That's the worst idea I've ever heard!"
"You have a better plan?" Annabeth challenged, her gray eyes stormy.
"I'm going to go talk to him, and don't you dare stop me," I said determinedly, marching up to the truck.
Annabeth huffed and Percy eyed me carefully.
"Good luck!" Leo called out, and I rolled my eyes at him again.
Why would I need good luck to go talk to my best friend?
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Ozzy's POV
"Who're those guys?" I asked suspiciously as Myth opened to door to the Silverado, glaring at the blonde and dark haired boys who arrived with Myth.
"Nobody," she said offhandedly, and I believed her. I was relieved they didn't seem to matter to her, because the blonde was probably better looking than I am, and for a moment I was sure she had replaced me. "They told me you were here, and they kind of explained the, uh, situation."
"I'm totally screwed, aren't I?" I asked despairingly. "I'm probably going to be thrown to the lions, right?"
"They haven't thrown anyone to the lions in months," she scolded, and I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. "We'll figure something out," she added simply, and I was amazed at how calm she sounded. She pulled me into a hug, and for a moment I felt okay, too.
"Why the heck did you do this?" she half snorted and half laughed, looking at Grover and my bag of butter knives.
I shrugged, smiling ironically. "I guess I just kind of snapped when the guards said I couldn't go into camp. Then, goat-dude just happened to walk by, and before I knew it he was tied up in the back seat, munching on aluminum cans."
She smirked at me. "Well, let's let him go and try to explain this to those nitwits over there."
She made to go around to the other side of the truck, but I grabbed her hand to stop her.
"Myth, wait," I said, looking her in the eyes. "We need to think of something else. As soon as I explain, they're going to make me leave, and probably ban me from ever coming back. I know you're just going to stay here for the summer, but I don't think I could take another three months without you."
I hoped I didn't sound too cheesy, but it was the truth. I needed my best friend, and I hoped she needed me too.
She squeezed my hand, which surprised me a little. That's the most affection she ever shows, so it reassured me that we would think of a plan.
"I know what we can do," she says confidently, and I believed her. I put all my trust into that one sentence, because for some reason I think it's going to work out.
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Myth's POV
After we released Grover, Percy punched Odd in the face. I guessed he deserved it, but that doesn't mean I didn't kill the tree next to him and almost let it squish him.
Annabeth had called Chiron and told him about the hostage situation, but I wasn't mad at her. I needed to talk to Chiron anyway.
He was understandably annoyed with the whole situation, but we went to the Big House to explain.
"I understand that this is a special case," Chiron says, once we told the whole story, "but now I'm afraid you're going to have the leave Camp."
"This isn't a special case, what about the other campers with friends that can't see them anymore?" I asked. "I know Lou Ellen, Nyssa, and Will all have friends who are clear-sighted. They're all upset they can't come to camp!"
"Couldn't we come, just for maybe one day a week?" Ozzy asked. "Is that too much to ask? The campers are all just kids, they want to see their old friends as much as their camp friends."
"I do see your point," Chiron nodded thoughtfully. "I think we can make that work, with more than one day a week."
"Really?" I asked disbelievingly. "You're going to let mortals come to camp?"
"Only the clear-sighted ones, and only under circumstances, like these," Chiron answered. "They'll have their own cabin, and they'll attend camp activities. I've always been of the opinion that those mortals are in as much danger as any demigod, and I think they should have access to this knowledge as well."
"So, I can stay here too?" Ozzy asked, and I see his face lighting up like it does when he finds a new fossil or rock.
"Yes," Chiron nodded. "But only for the summer."
"That's okay, I won't be a year-round camper anyway!" I grinned, and it feels weird to be smiling, but I was so happy I couldn't help it. Sure, this meant that a bunch more annoying campers would come, and they would be mortals, but I could deal with them.
Ozzy smiled his cute, orange and blue braces smile and launched himself at me with a big hug.
I hugged him back, because it feels amazing to know I can spend time with my best friend again.
Even if he is Odd.
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A/N
Ooh, finally figured out where I was going with this story! Hope you liked it:)
Sorry it took forever! I'll try and update again at least once this month, but this is the spring of my junior year, and I'm an overachiever and took 12 subjects so I have a ridiculous amount of homework:(
Anyway, so yeah, now you can submit clear-sighted mortals! They now have a cabin:) The form is on chapter 1. If you submit, follow the story!:)
Also, you can check out my other Percy Jackson fics, Abandoned, The Ring of Gyges (featuring Ena Collins, chapter 2, owned by Ena Daughter of Nyx), and
Again, thanks for reading:) Please review, 100th REVIEWER GETS THE NEXT ONESHOT. Hope you liked it, see you soon!
Xoxoxo,
EmMarie