(A/N)- Heyyyy! Chapter two is based off of The Last Olympian too, when it says Katie hated the Stolls since they put chocolate bunnies on the Demeter cabin's roof for Easter. I have no clue what Katie Gardener looks like, so I just made her look like Demeter. Everybody seems to have different opinion about when meals and other stuff at camp come, so I looked on and he says eight o'clock is breakfast/inspection. And one more thing: I'm really sorry, but I have no clue how old Travis Stoll is, and since the last Hermes counselor was college-age, I had to make up something reasonable. :D Now that that's clear, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I *cough, cough* don't *cough* own PJO. Sad face.

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Travis's POV

"Gods, Katie is going to love this," I said.

"Oh, gee. You think?"

Connor and I were pulling a prank on the Demeter cabin for the first time in six months. I could already see Katie's face: Oh my...TRAVIS STOLL! See, she only blamed me for things. Connor always got off easily.

"There's an old goat managing Dylan's Candy Shop on Third Street. It would be easier to raid them."

My brother nodded in agreement. "Right. So, fifteen chocolate bunnies and twenty eggs, right? And Will has a camera that he never uses. We can set it up on auto over there."

I grinned in a, quote, 'sly' way, as Katie says. "Let's go, little brother."

"Yeah, whatever."

It was three o'clock in the morning, the perfect time to sneak out of camp. We turned around and darted over the hills of Camp Half-Blood. After all, better dash than walk.

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Connor's POV

"Just take the large! You're being so freakin' slow!" Sometimes, Travis was so slow that I couldn't believe we were brothers.

"But it's a five pack! We need twenty."

"They're going to open in like, twenty minutes! Just grab it and let's get out!"

"I am NOT carrying everything. You get the bunnies."

"Surenowletsgo!"

We darted out of Dylan's Candy Shop with our arms full of goodies. I didn't stop until we arrived at the Empire State Building.

Pedestrians were jogging to work. A pink poodle was barking at a rat in the street. Bright lights were lighting up the streets of Manhattan.

"All that stealing," Travis said, "and you're really going take a nap right here?"

"What? I'm not taking a nap."

He snorted. "Ohsure you aren't. Have you looked at yourself recently?"

I looked at my clothes. They were muddy and smelled like a skunk high off of spinach. I was missing a shoe and I had no clue when I lost it, and I got the feeling my hair was sticking up like Alfalfa.

"Yeah, I need to take a nap. Wake me up later." My knees started buckling but Travis caught me from behind.

"Not now, zombie dude. After we prank. You remember what it was like pranking Katie's crew before, right?"

That pretty much woke me up. I stood up and looked around. Then I turned around and nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's go. Sun's coming up in an hour." We ran of eastward in the direction of Long Island Sound.

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Travis's POV

I smiled approvingly at our morning's work. Demeter's roof looked like an Easter Wonderland. I was so tired that I was about to pass out, but no way was I going to go through all that trouble stealing and setting up just to sleep on it. I looked down at the watch that I stole-sorry, 'borrowed'- from Percy. I was guessing that someone from Bunker Nine had made it because it had moldings of him and Annabeth and his monster brother on it. I couldn't see anything special about it except to keep time. So I borrowed it.

"Connor, it's seven thirty. Ten more minutes before people start popping."

"I know. And...set." Connor stepped away from Will's camera. "Let's boogie!"

Minutes past by like hours. The bush we were hiding in was scratching my back in an extremely uncomfortable way that I'm not going to go into. It seemed like the Aphrodite cabin were the only people in camp awake. They were yelling stuff like, Give me my eyeliner! Or Where did my foundation wonder off to? Or the occasional MITCHELL, GIVE ME MY FLAT IRON! What a dude like him would need with a straightener, I don't know. My eyes were just closing when I heard a creak.

"Cabin four, fall in!" It was Katie's voice. Demeter's children filed neatly out of the cabin. Katie turned around, her wavy black hair following, and said, "Corey, would you OH MY GODS WHAT HAP-TRAVIS STOLL I'M GOING TO LOP YOUR HEAD OFF AND POUR YOUR GUTS ONTO THE FLOOR! AAAGH!"

I didn't think she'd seen me, but she must've had some kind of elemental effect on the bush I was hiding in, because It was growing spiky thorns that I was sure weren't there before, and it seemed to get tighter around my body. Pretty soon, I couldn't breathe. I had just enough space left to turn around and see my brother running back to Cabin Eleven. I hoped for help.

There was a warm liquid running down my neck and I had a feeling it wasn't anything good. Suddenly, the plant around me shot fifteen feet into the air. Unfortunately I came along. There was the girl with flowing black hair and stern brown eyes focusing so hard on me I thought I would melt.

"Let...me...out." I choked out pleadingly.

She smiled, but it didn't show any friendliness. "No."

People were starting to come out of their cabins and watch. Most of the other cabins were cheering Katie on, except for my cabin mates, Apollo, Aphrodite, and Dionysus. Percy was yelling into Katie's face with anger I'd never seen coming from him. But it didn't seem to even faze her. I started to feel bad about taking his watch. Even Katie's own cabin was begging her stop turning me into a bloody homicide victim. Annabeth, from Athena, was dashing across the field with glare on her face that was so strong that I could practically feel power radiating from it.

I feltmy entire life aura like…disappearing. How could a child of Demeter be so tough? Hermes didn't have powers over any kind of element except mail, which I doubted would do much more harm than a paper cut. No way of getting out. I could already see my obituary in the mortal newspaper: Travis Stoll, 16, died tragically in New York when strangled by an angry flower.

Then I heard something like muffled wood blocks against a sidewalk.

I'd never been happier to hear anything in my life. Chiron trotted up with a murderous look on his face. Apparently he didn't approve of his students killing each other. I wanted to laugh at the rollers in his tail, but I sort of couldn't.

"Katie Gardener, put Travis down NOW."

She looked like she wanted to behave, but was too angered to listen to her conscience. By now, the Dionysus twins were focusing just as hard, only for the opposite cause. She was weakening and I was starting to remember what my name was. Then altogether, I fell remaining ten feet to the ground. I tried to call, "I need help," but it came out as, "I'm in Hell."

Then, about six hands that looked exactly like mine wrapped around me and the next thing I knew was that I was soaring through the hills. We passed up a whole lot of buildings before we made it to the one with my dad's symbol-a caduceus. But it wasn't Cabin Eleven- It was the infirmary.

They laid me down lightly on a bed and brought an Apollo girl in, who didn't look sound too happy about being here for me. Maybe we'd pranked her before. She took a canteen from the nightstand beside me and dripped nectar around my neck. I felt the cuts from Katie's angry thorn bush closing up. It felt good to know I was going to survive from a weakling child of Demeter, but physically, it was a living Hades. Imagine every little centimeter of your neck being stretched out by miniature taffy pullers. That's about what it felt like to get healed.

Connor's voice said, "Hey, man."

I looked up, but my vision was blurry. I couldn't be sure that it was my brother. "Ugh," I groaned. "Took you long enough. I'm only dying here. Nothing serious."

"Look, I'm sorry, bro. Once I felt it tightening around me, I ripped myself out. I ran off for help. It's my fault that she saw us."

Somebody stuffed a square of ambrosia in my mouth.

"I got cut up pretty bad, too." He pulled up his sleeve and my vision cleared. All the way up his arm were slits, like he'd just dove into the back of a mail delivery van. But this was all the way up his arm. He was bleeding badly.

The girl from Apollo gasped and said, "Do you need help with that?" I got my first look at her. She looked about seventeen with long, straight, blonde hair. Her shoulder-length bangs were bright red, Avril Lavigne style. She had blue eyes, the color of noon-day sky. Three words: She was HAWT. She looked scary with her torn black jeans, but she acted nice towards my brother after he showed his marks of honor.

"What's your name, anyway?" I asked.

"I'm Kylie McCarthy. And you're Travis Stoll. He's Connor. Am I right?"

"Yeah. Perfect."

She grinned. "Well, Travis won't be staying here for long. In two hours he might need a little more nectar across his neck wound. Other than that, he's good." She twirled around and started to walk towards the door. The she turned back towards me. "And Travis? You'd better not mess with Katie Gardener anymore. She could be deadly." With that, she flipped around and headed back out the door.

"Are you staying?" I asked Connor.

He gave me the No duh, Sherlock look. "I don't have any reason to leave. Madison knows that she's always in charge when we're not there. And you're only here for two hours. I'm going to leave right now, only because I need to go get the camera. "

"Ooo-kayz!" I stared up at the ceiling and started planning my revenge on the daughter of Demeter.

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(A/N.2)- Wow, that was a lot longer than I expected. Maybe I should've made it shorter. Since it's been a few days since I updated, I'm trying to put up two chapters. Anywho, tell me how you liked it! God Bless!