Okay guys. I'm sorry about not updating recently, but I honestly had nothing to put up. I have a serious case of doubt going on with this and I'm thinking about deleting it. Maybe I'm not ready to do this. I'm not sure. But anyway, here's what I've got up for you. I know it's short compared to the other chapters, but its what I can do at the moment.

So please, tell me what I should do about this: Deletion or Hiatus?

The Secret Army:

The Devil Within Us All

Kayla looked down at her hands. They weren't caked in blood, they never were, but she figured they might as well should have been. It had been nearly a week since she had arrived at Gaea's camp… nearly a week since the murder. At the time, she thought that the Watch deserved it. She still did, deep down somewhere. She was no longer as innocent as her family and friends had first made her out to be. And it was because of this lack of innocence that she was now chained to the wall of some underground cell, too small for her to move around in, with on light or food. Not even the vermin that surrounded the place came into her cell, though that was probably because they could sense a predator. There was just her, her memories and her pain.

Burns laced her arms and legs. Not flame burns, though. Electrical burns. The Watch had quickly learned that whips were no use in subduing her. That didn't mean that she didn't have any lacerations from them, though. Her shirt was tattered and caked in blood. If she moved in the wrong direction, pain streaked through her body like nothing she had ever experienced before. And the numerous lacerations had been made not long after she lunged herself at the nearest Watch guard in an attempt to avenge what had happened to Julia. With what felt like the thousandth time, she let loose a sigh and allowed her memories to invade her mind.

For her, it started with her great-grandfather. He was younger than she was now when the holocaust began. By the time he was eleven, almost a whole year after he had been placed in the camp, he had become, in the words of the Germans, ein Monstrum. A monster. He was one of forty children to undergo experimentation by a lesser known Nazi scientist. Somehow the Nazi had managed to infuse the bodies of wolves into his test subjects. Only ten survived.

The worst part, according to the stories her grandfather told her, was that he was more like a werewolf than a wolf morpher. By the time he was fourteen, her great-grandfather had killed nearly one quarter of the camp's inhabitants (including Nazi soldiers and the scientist who had transformed him) during his moonlit tendencies. Thankfully, though, (or unthankfully, whichever) he had grown accustomed to his new life and had accepted that he would never be what he once was. It was because of that that he was able to become less like a werewolf and more like a wolf morpher. He was able to control his other nine companions and so became the Alpha of their little pack. It was another year before they were rescued.

Only, they weren't rescued with the rest of the survivors. For months there had been speculations of the place being haunted. Truth was, Shiba's great-grandfather and his pack were looking for help and trying to find something to eat. When they were finally rescued, it was by a group of American demigods who claimed they were from some secret army which fought against the Nazi's under the command of the Greco-Roman gods, Apollo and Hermes. The pack also discovered that there were others like them, others who were forced into wolves. It was that which brought the wolf morphers to the Secret Army.

But the Secret Army was more than just a refuge. It was a camp for gods, demigods and mortals alike. It was basically a village bent to do anything the Lords Apollo and Hermes willed without question. And while the gods were fighting for and against the Nazi's, this camp was working undercover, by any means possible, to prevent the rise of the ancient forces. And whenever the world was at war, the Secret Army would be there to keep the peace and make everything right again. Sometimes the loss was great, like in the titan war when a young demigod dragon keeper lost all of his dragons… his family, but at other times it was bearable. The giant war was the hardest problem so far.

Gaea had taken over the world.

And it was the Secret Army's job to return it to the gods.

The sound of a machine whirring to life snapped Kayla out of her memories. Below her, the ground shook and she was lifted into the brightness that had appeared above her. Slowly, always slowly, she rose on her platform, closing her sensitive eyes to the bright light that engulfed her. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a large coliseum like arena. And staring her right in the face was a pack of wild pure wolves.

" Are you people stupid or what?" She called to the Watch, earning a shock from the collar she was forced to wear.

Once it was over, she shook her head and locked eyes with the alpha wolf. Those amber eyes set in deep grey brown fur seemed to realise what she was almost instantly and they told her to keep her inner wolf to herself. At the same time, the voices of her own alphas and elders echoed in her mind, repeating that same warning. Unfortunately, some of the other wolves were making Kayla nervous and she feared that her nerves would transform her. Thankfully they didn't. But her attention was quickly drawn to the Elite member.

" This is your punishment for the murder of a Watch member – public persecution." The voice rang out over the silent noise of the conversing wolves. " Any last words?"

" 'When the world gets in my face, I say, have a nice day!'" Kayla roared.

That was when the chains holding the wolves back dropped to the ground. Instantly, the wolves charged at the girl. But it was the alpha that dealt the final blow. While the younger and lesser ranked wolves bit only into her arms and legs or scratched at her, it was the alpha which leapt straight at her and knocked her to the hard ground. Almost as soon as her head touched the ground, the darkness took over.

He stared at the doors to the hospital room, dreading what he may find if he entered. Scratch that. He knew what he would find. He just didn't want to face it. And who would when there were five unconscious heroes behind the door with their last memories being that they were fighting the forces of Gaea – one of which had witnessed his disappearance at the Williamsburg Bridge during the second Titan War. With a sigh, he turned away from the doors and prepared to leave for his lessons in the arena.

" Michael?"

He knew that voice. He knew it all too well. It belonged to his half-brother, Kaine. The dragon keeper was just walking out of the girls' room. Which meant that, though his duties were mainly to look after and train his dragons, he had also been put on the care list for the Seven, Nico di Angelo and Thalia Grace. And because he was there now, it meant that Michael was going to have a hard time getting down to the arena for his lessons.

" Were you going see Percy?" He spoke so fluently that anyone who didn't know him well would have sworn that he had said 'to'. But because Michael had been there when he was still learning the language, he knew better.

" I… yeah." The older son of Apollo sighed, finally giving up.

" Come. We see together."

And with that, Michael found his arm locked in Kaine's vice grip and he was dragged into the room. The room was small compared to other rooms in the hospital, housing only six beds instead of the usual twelve. To his left was Leo Valdez. The severity of his injuries were that extreme that he currently relied on life support to keep him alive. Michael had heard that Annabeth was much the same way. Next to the son of Hephaestus was the blond haired son of Zeus (or Jupiter as most of the others around the Secret Army called him) and the Canadian son of Ares (that seemed nothing like a half-brother of Clarisse la Rue), both of whom were recovering well from the ordeal months ago but were still to wake.

On the other side of the room, Percy Jackson and Nico di Angelo lay. Nico, though still malnourished, was already awake and was quietly reading an Ancient Greek copy of some book that Michael had never seen before (then again, if he had bothered to go to the library, he might have picked it up). He and Thalia had been with the Seven in Greece and though they had been knocked down in the fight, they had been two of the last to fall. They were also the first two to wake; Thalia instantly starting up on her interrogations and being forced to take a sedative while Nico mainly scared the Hades out of everyone who went to see him.

Percy, on the other hand, had probably suffered the most aside from Annabeth and Leo. It was a surprise in itself to see the Director surprised at the fact that Percy hadn't needed life support. But, of course, everyone who had known Percy from either camp before they were burnt down had been more than worried for their heroes… especially Jason and Percabeth (whatever that was). Now, Michael was having a hard time believing that this was what the famous Percy Jackson had been turned into. It seemed a lot of things could happen within a couple of years.

Instantly, Michael began to do what he had been supposed to do months ago when he had been given his new roster. He made sure everyone was recovering to the best of their ability. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kaine making sure that Percy was recovering well before going over to Nico, completely undaunted by the glare that he was receiving. The resulting (quiet) argument included something about books, dragons, monsters and songs. Where the songs came from, Michael had no idea. All he knew was that the dragon keeper was trying to sing something in Italian in order to try and entertain the son of Hades despite not knowing all the words or the meaning of what he was singing.

" Everyone's okay in here, Kaine. Let's go." Michael said once his work was done.

" You not okay. Kaine not go. Kaine stay with Nico." Kaine replied, looking up at his half-brother worriedly.

" As long as Nico doesn't mind the company, its fine with me."

" You not okay." Kaine repeated.

" He's right, Yew. I've heard what the other doctors say. And to be honest, they think you're turning into a coward." Nico added.

" I am not a coward! And I will fight the next man or woman who says that!"

Instantly Kaine stood and started hurrying Michael to the door. " Training time. Go. Go. Go." He chanted.

But everyone stopped when a faint whisper reached their ears.

" Michael?" Percy's voice croaked.

Before Michael knew what he had done, he had rushed out the door, slamming it as he left.

When Kayla woke, she found herself lying on a wooden bed and next to a small, fragile frame. Instinctively, she went to curl herself around and protect the small one. But as she moved her right hand to drape it over the body, she found her left dragging with it. The small rattle of the chain that held the two cuffs together seemed to echo through the air. Small creaks around the room alerted her to the fact that she was not alone in being the only one awake.

" You're finally awake, Wolf." A voice whispered quietly from a bunk across from her. Some recognition to the voice, a distant memory, told her that it belonged to Lieutenant Zane Barker, son-in-law to General Bowen himself.

" Why do you keep calling her wolf?" Another voice, this time female, asked in confusion. Kayla wasn't sure if she was Greek or Roman, but with a question like that, she definitely wasn't from the Secret Army. " She's human."

" Yeah, and the gods are nothing but a myth." The sarcasm was clear in Zane's voice.

A soft round of protests, barely detectable unless your ears were trained to it, emerged at this. Apparently no one was used to the sarcastic Lieutenant of the Secret Army. However there were a couple of groans hanging in the air at Zane's words that told Kayla that the two of them were not the only members of the CSA present. She was about to answer the confused girl's question when she heard the familiar buzz of the chain around her neck. Someone was calling her through her communicator. With a quick turn of the CSA charm (a single snake wrapped around a musical quaver), the callers voice reached her ears with faint words.

" Welcome to Bunker Six, Wolf 973-6448-0792-414. Unfortunately we cannot provide… well, anything. But there are friends everywhere. Just… watch out for red coats. The Watch won't hesitate to kill you at a moment's notice." It was the same guy who had shoved her back into the crowd when she first arrived. " Also, there are things you need to follow. At the moment, we should all be asleep. This is past curfew. If you're awake when the door opens, pretend you're asleep or else they will get you and you don't want to go out there in this weather. Now, you can always hear the door open, but never close. The all clear goes like this; tap-tap-tap-creak-tap-creak. Got it?"

" Yeah, thanks." Kayla replied, her voice croaky despite it being in a whisper.

" What's a wolf like you doing here anyway?"

" I was…" At that moment, the Elder's words revealed themselves once more. Do not, under any circumstance, reveal this mission.

" You were… what?" The guy asked, pulling her from her memories.

" I was separated from my pack. I was captured before I could get back to them." It wasn't really a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.

" Odd. Very odd."

" I'm new, okay!" the growl was louder that intended. There were a few minutes of silence from the entire bunker. No one made any sort of movement or sound. Finally, the caller's voice penetrated the silence.

" Yeah. Okay. My advice is 'do as you're told and do it quietly. No questions.' Now get to sleep. You have an early start."

With that said, the communication was cut. It was clear that she had a lot to learn. And from the sound of it, the entire bunker was following that advice. Her outcry must have denied them all of any contraband talking for that night. With a sigh, she allowed her wolf senses to take over for the night and eventually fell asleep.

Again I beg for what you think of this. Should I delete this or should I put it on hiatus? In fact, should I have even started this? I need your help, guys. What should I do?