Alright, I don't own PJO, now onto the story.

All I could see was a group of kids around Anthony and Susan. They were all screaming, and hollering, until a man that stood six feet tall and had black hair tied up in a ponytail, and scars all over his face, screamed for them to stop.

Immediately, all the kids shut up, and the man pointed at Anthony and Susan, and four other kids that were vaguely familiar and told them to come with him. They walked, until they stood in front of a lodge type thing that dominated the circle of tents that stood about thirty feet away. They all walked inside and my vision faded.

The man from before was talking to all the kids. "Alright, what happened?" His voice was soft yet gruff, and impossible to describe. They were all standing at table that had scattered maps splayed across it, and papers with numbers and letters.

The girl I recognized from my other dream... Kira! The girl with black and golden hair. She pointed at Susan and Anthony. "We almost had him! These two dunderheads here had to start the plan early, and try to get the child! But those idiotic demigods from camp halfblood had spies there too, apparently. And the boy's mother was in the house when Zeus decided to attack. It was on fire from his lightning." She said all this with a snear. "Now, the boy's mother, the one who called us, is dead, and he destroyed the majority of the east coast out of grief alone."

Susan stood up and pointed at Kira. "That's-" She was cut off by the man standing up.

"That's enough... Hmm... Kira, you say the boy blew up the east coast?"

She nodded and started talking. "Yeah. When we got there, he was floating in the air, and then fell. Where he had been, a worm hole started forming. We had to get out of the, or else we all would have died. But we think a satyr and a girl took him and are headed to Olympus as we speak."

The man nodded his head and muttered, "If he is brought before the Olympians, he will die. That will set us back years! His father is already on the verge of death as we speak, and he needs an heir. And this may be the only chance we get to overthrow those damn gods and put the titans back in charge. We already have one of the greater primordial children."

He gestured to a girl in the corner that nobody had noticed before, and she nodded her head, which you couldn't see over the cloak she was wearing. "Prometheus," she spoke in a chilling voice that shouldn't belong to a girl of that age... More of one that has lived infinite years. "She is displeased that the plan is not going according to what we wanted. If this does not work, then nothing will. And if nothing works, you will pay."

The man named Prometheus nodded and gulped, his adam apple bobbing. "Right away, mam." He turned to the kids situated around him. "Now, do we know the people who took him? Because we shall kill them to get him back, if that is what it takes."

Anthony spoke up. "Yes. A satyr we believed is called Underwood and a demigod child called Jackie who is the daughter of..."

I woke up sweating and found a wool blanket covering me. I jumped up and the first thing I saw was Jackie sitting in front of me. I looked around, panicked, and felt like a caged animal. The space where we were was small and besides me and Jackie, contained one other person.

He looked about twenty or so and had a green hat on with an orange t-shirt and jeans. His hair poked out from beneath the hat and I could tell that it was a curly brown color, and the same could be said for the goatee he sported.

"Where am I?" I asked, my eyes darting around the room. All of a sudden, I felt a lurch in the ground under me, and I fell back onto the seat I had sat on just moments ago.

Jackie ran up to me and threw her arms around me. "Oh, thank gods. We thought you'd never wake up! I-I thought y-you were d-dead..." I pulled back momentarily and saw her eyes filled with tears. I wiped one of them away, and told her I was alright, just a little exhausted.

"So, where are we? And who are you?" I asked the guy that was now standing in the corner. He looked at me, his eyes filled with fright and his features displayed the same thing.

Jackie started talking. "We're on our way to New York, mainly by train. Right now, we're in Kansas and just another week away. And this," she said pointing to the guy. "Is Grover. He's helping us get there safely."

I looked at him for a moment, trying to judge his character and then walked up to him and stuck my hand out. "Chad Veeler. Nice to meet you, Mr. Underwood."

He gripped it firmly, and then backed away in horror slowly. "H-How do you know m-my last name? I didn't tell y-you!" I walked up to him and slowly leaned in and breathed in his ear.

"There's a lot of things I know," I whispered threateningly. "For instance, I know you are a satyr, and that I'm on my way to the Olympian council, to be condemned to death. I also know that I haven't done anything wrong, and my m-mother w-w-was k-kille-d because some idiotic gods d-d-decided that a fourteen year old kid was a threat to t-them."

By the end of my rant, I was in tears and choking. My mother, who I loved more than anything, was gone. I slowly walked back to the seat, and just layed down, and pulled the wool blacket over me as I heard the satyr pull Jackie into the hall. I decided I didn't care anymore. The girl I loved was a traitor, and that the only other person I loved was gone.

I couldn't stop the sob that choked out of my throat as my heart ached with pain. It was too much for any one person to handle, and I was too tired to deal with it. I slowly let my eyes drift close and fall into a deep sleep with no care as to my well being anymore.

_PJO_

I was awakened as I felt a hand on my shoulder and someone tell me to wake up. I just grumbled in response and kept my eyes closed. "Chad, you wake up, now!" I heard Jackie scream into my ear.

I turned around and was surprised to see her sitting there, on her knees, legs spread, and with eyes pleading. "What do you want?" I spat out with as much venom as I could. Her face displayed shock, as if she had been slapped.

She grabbed me hand with hers and pleaded, "Please! I didn't know the gods had this planned for you! Neither did Grover! We didn't k-know..." Tears trailed down her face, but I refused to give her any sympathy. She doesn't deserve pity!

"Oh, yeah," I spoke with a snear on my face. "What was our frendship then? Just a way to get to me so you could stab me in the back? HUH? Was the whole plan to rip everything I had away from me, and then-"

"No, Please. No! No! It wasn't ever-" She pleaded again but I cut her off and continued.

"Then kill me, so I could die? So I could die, knowing I had nothing worth while left in this world? HUH? WHAT WAS IT?" I roared, in a voice that made her flinch back. I felt all the anger boiling up in me, and knew there was no easy way to let all this out.

"Please, please, please, just listen to me... Please..." She asked me. Instead of trying to get ahold of me, she was now wrapping both arms around herself, and sobbing.

"You have thirty seconds to explain, before I leave. Whether the train is stopped or not!" She looked up at me in hopefulness and looked frightened at my angry expression.

"Well, I was already living here in San Francisco at the time that I was contacted by a satyr. I was told that I was a demigod, and I knew it to be true. Eventually, you moved here and I got to know you. I befriended you, and fell in l-lo... Nevermind. But apparently, a powerful presence was checked out to be in your house for a few short hours, and I was told to check you out. They found out you were a son of someone powerful, and wanted you brought to camp half-blood. We had got the order this morning to bring you to Olympus, and we knew what that meant. And now-"

"So," I cut her off. "I'm supposed to believe this?" She nodded her head and asked for me to please believe her.

"Well, too bad. Guess, you really don't care..." I let the sentence fade off and walked over to the door of our train compartment. I opened it and was getting ready to step out, when someone grabbed me and pulled me back in.

"PLEASE BELIEVE ME!" She told me, frustrated at my cold attitude.

"It's too bad... There really is nothing to live for..." I mumbled to myself as I slowly pryed her fingers off of me. "Just let me go!" I told her, tired of her, tired of living, just plain tired...

"NO! I LOVE YOU!" She screamed as she sat on top of me and held my arms back.

S-She l-l-loves me?

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