Percy

Talk About Creepy

It had been exactly one day since Laura went crazy. Chiron and Dionysus had locked her in some sort of magical cell and tried to take away her weapon bracelet, but for some reason, it wouldn't come off of her wrist. Even the one who made it, Mason, had no idea why it was sticking to its owner.

Out of all the events, there was one that kept bugging me; the fact that Laura didn't remember any of it.

Chiron had let her out to talk to me, if only for a little while. That's what I was doing at this exact moment, actually. Too bad this conversation was getting me nowhere.

"Are you seriously telling me you don't remember?" I asked her again for the third time as we walked around camp, Chiron not too far behind us. "For the last time, I only remember part of it. I mean, I remember the part with the chain sickle, but..." Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she was lost deep in thought. "It's all black after that. I don't...I don't remember anything. Sorry." Her shoulders drooped, her eyes dropping to the floor. "I just wish I knew what happened..."

"Well on the bright side, you stopped before you seriously hurt anyone. Actually, I think you're more hurt than Clarisse is." I gave a small point to the band-aid on my friend's chin. "Ugh, don't remind me. It hurts like a bitch." Laura gave it a light rub, grimacing slightly before turning back to me with a scowl. "I'm still kind of pissed about the water, by the way."

I gave a sigh. So she was still mad about that? Great; just great. I mean, it wasn't completely my fault. How was I supposed to know that the fountain was filled with salt water? Then again, I am Poseidon's kid.

My gaze returned to Laura as she began to speak again. "Well, I'm just glad it's over. I should probably apologize to what's-her-name, but I don't think-"

She was interrupted by a loud sound, one that I recognized almost immediately. I watched, confused, as an all too familiar bright red Maserati came driving up from the other side of the hill, a familiar face stepping out of the car as they parked it right in the middle of camp.

"Apollo?"

I ran up to the sun god with a confused expression. "Why are you here?" I asked him, Chiron trotting up behind me. He seemed a bit more...formal than he usually did. Although he still wore a white polo, brown pants, and some white tennis shoes, as if he was going golfing or something, his literally sun-kissed hair seemed to be straighter than usual, and the sunglasses he usually wore were tucked into the front of his shirt, showing off his blue eyes.

And that's when it hit me.

I looked straight at the sun god's eyes, ones that were as blue as blue could get, as if the essence of the sky was eternalized in his irises. And then I looked back at Laura, who was looking straight at us, who also had the same sort of eyes. It all made sense to me now; the fire, the eyes, just...everything.

"Oh Zeus..." Was all I could mutter as I saw the sun god walk up to who could only be his daughter.

"Hey kiddo." He started, smiling awkwardly at the brunette, who's expression was a mix of surprise and confusion; the bad kind. "How's it goin? I heard from Herms a new kid was at camp, and lookie here! It's my own-"

Several gasps elicited from all the other campers (and surprisingly myself) as we watched Laura take a step forward, drawing back her hand before she punched the god of the sun straight in the nose and knocking him to the floor.

"You stay away from me!" She snapped, storming off and slamming a door shut behind her, an audible click ringing out. Once again Laura had locked herself in Cabin Eleven.

A few of Apollo's kids ran up to him, helping the controller of the sun to his feet as he clutched his bloody nose, which was healed in an instant. The blonde said nothing to them, though, and slowly walked over to the door with the caduceus symbol on it.

"Laura, please come talk to me." He spoke with a pleading voice at first, knocking lightly on the door. The sun god had to jump back however, as a burst of flames erupted the exact spot he had been standing. "Go away!" Came a voice from inside the cabin, causing the sun god to frown.

"Laura, sweetie, I'm a god. I can get in there anyways."

"Why don't you go to hell, you stupid jerk?"

Apollo's face grew from relaxed to something angry. "Laura Callisto Blake, open this door right now." He said sternly. "Make me!" Came his daughter's response, causing the blonde to let out a sigh and turn to me. "Hold these for me, will you?" He asked rhetorically, throwing me the keys to his car, the sun. I watched wordlessly as the god disappeared with a flash of light, two distinct voices audible from inside the Hermes cabin. All of the campers and I crowded near the door, trying to desperately hear what was going on.

"You left me to die with her!"

"I didn't know things got so bad, sunshine!"

"Don't call me that!"One of the cabin windows shattered, a gust of fire spurting out of it before dying down. "Aw, man. I hope she didn't scorch my stuff." I heard one of the Hermes kids whine.

"Look, I'm sorry! I promise I can make it up to you! I can be the best father in the world!"

"Shut up and go away! The local hot dog vendor was a better father than you ever were!"

It got completely silent for a good moment with only the sound of the wind whistling. Of course, we were all surprised when the door to the Hermes cabin opened, the Greek god of the sun walking out with his daughter slung over his shoulder, thrashing around like an animal as he dragged her to his car.

"Hey Perc, I need my keys back." He grinned to me, as if nothing was going on. I handed them to him without a word, still befuddled as he got into his Maserati, setting Laura down in the passenger seat. I could tell she was about to hop out when a couple dozen seatbelts materialized out of nowhere to strap her down.

With a wave and a smile to the rest of his kids, Apollo drove off as if nothings had ever happened.