Hello my beautiful lil people! How are y'all today? What? No, this is most definitely not a distraction to make you forget how late it is. So **stares into your eyes** This was here on time and you will or will not enjoy the chapter.

Thanks to Imashadowhunterdemigoddivergent for editing :)

I literally do not own anything apart from my characters and the plot. So yeah, thanks Rick.

Chapter 3

In all honesty, I would expect to walk into a hospital and everything would be normal, the sound on monitors beeping, people coughing, the general quietness about it, but at Camp Half blood, that is clearly too much to ask. Children of Apollo were rushing up and down, tending to patients who lay in hospital beds, a range of injuries on each person. I was walking down the wards, my boots squeaking on the grey ceramic tiles until I turned a corner and saw two guys, one in black and the other in yellow, heatedly making out by picture of Hercules, framed in gold. I cleared my throat and the two boys jumped apart, blushing fiercely.

"Well looks we have a couple on the loose now don't we?" I stared at them and they stared back in surprise, orbs of shattered mahogany, like they had seen so many sorrows and sapphire, a fluorescent blue that was filled with hope.

I looked them up and down individually. The bright and happy one had sandy blond hair, surfers body, a Californian tan and looked as if he was in his late teens. The darker, more gloomy one was shorter, paler skinned and slightly muscular. He had skeleton-like fingers and black messy hair that swept over his eyes.

"Looks like there is." The blonde said laughing, "Well my names Will and this little ray of sunshine is Nico, my boyfriend."

Nico glared at Will and then turned to me, and gave me the one over.

"You look like Percy." Was all he said before turning and abruptly walking away.

I looked at him in confusion whilst Will looked at my arm and turned it.

"Ow!" I hissed, an intense stinging numbing my arm, "Watch what you're bloody doing! That hurt!" I snatched my arm away from him and rubbed it gently.

What happened?" Will said, staring at me.

"An empousa that's what! Do you know how much they hate my guts cause it's a lot." I peeled back my bandage to show Will the damage. I hadn't realised how bad it was until I looked at it again. There was a deep gash extending from my shoulder to elbow, dried blood around the edges with black veins stemming from it, protruding from my skin, presumably where the poison had gone into my system. It was crimson red and had swelled drastically, so much so I couldn't wrap my fingers around it. Will breathed in sharply and handed me a piece brown stuff that looked like a brownie; I think it was ambrosia. I chewed it slowly, the taste of cookie dough ice-cream filled my mouth and I could feel the pain of my arm ebbing away.

Will grabbed a bottle and a cotton ball and poured the liquid onto it an started to dab at my arm. I inhaled at the sting and screwed my hand into a fist- the non injured one mind you. The ambrosia had already taken the poison away and all Will had to do was stitch up my arm.

"Thanks" I said after he was done, hopping off the hospital bed and examining the blue stitches, "How long before it heals properly?"

"A couple of days." He replied, "Stay off that arm...?"

"Its Kristin, sorry I tend to forget to do that, my arm needed more attention than me." I laughed and so did Will,

"Right well i'm going to get going then, can't stay in here all day can I?" I waved goodbye to Will and headed towards the entrance where Luke was waiting for me, eyes lighting up when he saw me.

"Oh my god there is so many gay guys here K! And they were totally checking me out!" He spoke so quickly, I barely caught a word of what he was saying but, being the amazing best friend I am, knew what he was saying non the less.

"Well gee, I'm fine thanks, glad to know there are cute guys though." I drawled, pointedly angling my arm to show the many stitches on it. Luke pulled a face but then looked at me, worry flashing in his eyes.

"You'll be okay though right? Your arm won't, like, drop off will it?" I laughed at him and dragged him off to the arena where I decided on finding a sword that balanced perfectly in my arm. I approached the little wooden shack looking around until a small blade caught my eye. It had a golden tint and the hilt took my breath away. On it was lots of waves, rain and lightening, and had the word καταιγίδα engraved into it. Funnily enough, I picked it up and it balanced perfectly in my hand. I swished the dagger around a few times and walked out of the shed to find Luke already kitted out with a wooden bow and multiple arrows on his back. I raised my eyebrow at him and he grinned proudly.

"I found these with Chiron, a sword wasn't exactly the weapon I wanted."

he demonstrated by notching an arrow, inhaling slowly and firing it exactly through the eye of one of the dummies littered around the arena. He turned around, a small smirk on his face and bowed. "How's that?"

I shrugged and pushed my glasses up my nose. I produced my dagger and focused on my surroundings: the gentle blow of the wind, the smell of sweat and must, my tongue attempting to find moisture in my dry mouth, the distant sound of campers chatting gleefully, and finally my eyes zeroing in on my target. I breathed in slowly, closing my eyes focusing on hearing my heartbeat in my ears, the rush of blood flowing through my body. My eyes snapped open and I launched my dagger, watching it spiral in the air and knocking off the head of one of the dummies. I turned to Luke and smirked at his agape mouth, and he looked at me in awe.

"Since when did you learn to do that?" He cried, shocked out of his wits. "Did you take a ninja class or something cause hunny that is not something you do everyday."

I mock bowed, and as I rose, I saw a green eyed boy walk up to the arena, the same one from earlier and even he seemed impressed, clapping me and smiling, a big goofy smile.

"You know I could ask Annabeth to give you some more tips on using a dagger if you want?" He said walking up to us.

I glared at him, my recent anger arising again. This was the boy who destroyed my family. This was the boy who made my parents leave me. This was the boy who ensured my crappy life. I knew I shouldn't be angry at him as it wasn't his fault but I couldn't push the anger down. It stayed there, reminding me that this kid was the reason for many of my troubles; the many days of sorrow.

"I'm fine thanks." I replied curtly and Luke looked at me, as if to say I needed to cut him some slack. Even the messy haired boy looked taken back, but then confused.

"Hey, Kristin was it? Why do you hate me so much?"

I froze thinking back to the time I had a happy family, all three of us, a cheery lot. I forced a smile and turned to Luke, eyes asking for a moment alone. Luke nodded, understanding my look and walked off soundlessly, presumably to practise with his new bow and arrow.

"Look" I started, sighing. "I don't hate you, it's just... a minor dislike. Your parents did some things that I can't forgive," I rubbed my hands together nervously, thinking about how I would continue, how I would tell him my story.

"Wait my Mom and Dad? What did they do?" He stared at me intently, green eyes blazing.

I looked at him once and then back to my own hands. "Well you see, your parents, are mine."

He gasped, eyes wide in shock and he shook his head in disbelieve. I cut him off and began again.

"When I was about 7 our parents took off and left me on my own. They told me they were going to go to the shops but they left the house key and didn't come back. I waited for them for hours but they didn't come home." My voice wavered and I and I stared defiantly at him, determinded not to let a single tear fall.

"They left me when I was just 7 but somehow the neighbours knew about it. I was so lonely and miserable it was awful. As I grew up I became more and more independent, I ended up getting a job at a bar as I knew the man that worked there, Alfie he was called. What a man he was." I smiled, remembering the goofy 40 year old man that helped me in so many ways. "But then one day I got a letter, a letter that was seven years old and dated to me on the exact day they left. It was a letter telling me that Sally was with a child and they had to leave. I didn't know why they did but they went." I breathed in deeply, trying to control my anger but my hands shook and I started to yell. "I was a little girl and they left me! Do you know how damaging that is to someone so young? Do you have any idea how lucky you are to have your parents love and care for you the way they never did for me?" Percy looked hurt but that didn't stop me.

"Ever since I was 7 I had to fend for myself, feed myself and find ways to pay for the house. I had to beg for money Percy. Beg. That's how low I had to go. But if you don't want to believe me go ahead. But all I'm saying is the truth. Ask them abut me, I dare you. See if they remember little Kristin."

I didn't look back at him but ran off to the lake, burying my head in my knees and sobbing as the memories came flooding back.

Jesus this is long huh? Alas you deserved it since it was so late... Ooops? Heh i'm really back at schedules. Please R&R ;)