"HE-E-E-LP!" Travis Stolls voice rang throughout the camp. Connor looked up, confused. What was going on.
He saw a flash of a dagger and a flurry of blond hair chasing after his brother.
Oh, he thought, I guess he put the spiders in the Athena cabin. Smirking, he watched his brother screaming.
"I didn't do it Annabeth, I swear! Ah! Don't hurt me, please! TELL MY MOTHER I LOVE HER!" He shouted, running for his life.
"You are so dead, Stoll!" Annabeth's voice called after him. He dashed around the corner of the Hermes cabin, ducking in side.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" Connor taunted.
"Shut up, Connor. Can you get her away from here or something?" Travis whispered, peeking through the window.
"Maybe, maybe...for a price." Connor grinned.
"...how much." Travis grumbled.
"Thirty drachma." Connor smirked. Travis' eyes bugged out of his head.
"Thirty? Are you crazy?"
"Fine, forty-"
"No no! Thirty's good! Just get her away before she murders me!" Travis whispered furiously. Connor smiled victoriously as his brother handed over the coins. Connor shoved them in his pocket and stepped outside.
"Yo! Annabeth, he's in here!" He shouted. Travis jumped.
"Traitor! My own brother, I can't believe it!" He shouted. Annabeth nearly tackled him as he jumped away. They took off running again.
Connor smirked to himself, his hand in his pocket. He laughed silently. Sure, he would probably find his bunk filled with shaving cream tonight, but it was so worth it.
Sucker.
Just something I would expect of those guys. I couldn't write a story about siblings and not include them. They are brothers, right? Most people think they're twins, which isn't actually true. Go figure. OH,
Disclaimer: Consider yourself, disclaimed! I don't own PJO.