A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I updated, but I had a general idea going and was typing a bit up when my computer's internet crashed, so I had to go to another computer and type stuff up all over again. =( Sorry. Also, I apologize for the shortness, but I explain that at the end. Plus, please read the A/N at the bottom of the chapter! Thanks!

Chapter 2!

I don't own PJO.

Clarisse, Meet Chris

"AHHH!"

The war cry could be heard all around as the cabin leader of the Ares Cabin, Clarisse, held her spear (crackling with electricity of course) and charged the Athena cabin.

At the moment, the Ares cabin and the Athena cabin were taking part in a new training field- it was called the "Ambush Field", where any two cabins would battle it out at once. It was the last class of the day.

Almost instantly, Clarisse wove her way to Annabeth, fighting side-by-side with Malcolm.

She charge the second-in-command first, thrusting her spear out, hitting him by surprise in the chest. He dazedly stumbled backwards before raising his sword and running back at the daughter of Ares. She jumped to the side and intercepted the blow with her spear. She twisted it over and knocked the sword out of Malcolm's hand, sending it skittering away. She kicked him down and put the spear's tip at his throat, then turned around to see Annabeth battling away.

Clarisse waited to make sure her brother, Melino, was keeping her distracted before shoving the spear's tip into her back, right about where her heart was.

Annabeth gasped, but it was too late- if they had actually been battling, she would be dead. Defeated, she slumped to the ground next to her brother and proceeded to act dead.

Noting the fall of their leader, the Athena kids got easier and easier to pick off. They dropped like flies, until every single one was down.

Of course, many Ares campers where down too, but they still won.

"Yes! Yes!" Clarisse shouted thrusting her spear into the air. Her siblings followed suit, roaring as they pointed their weapons towards the gods.

Annabeth sat up and shot a meanacing glare towards Clarisse. "This isn't over. Athena always has a plan."

Clarisse rolled her eyes at Annabeth's last statement. It seemed like Annabeth always said that.

"To the showers!" Michael, Clarisse's brother, shouted, with a sword thrust into the air (again).

"Arrgh!" and "Ahh!" s sounded from the rest of her cabin as they charged of into the sinking sun.

Clarisse desperately needed a shower, but she could hold off a bit longer. There was someone she had to see.

She slipped off her armor and sheathed her sword (but, not before she glanced at her reflection it. Which happened, but she will deny. Then break your arm.) With a quick glance around, she slipped off towards the Big House.

She approached the light blue house from the side, climbing up on the porch, and quickly slipping inside the screen door. She closed it lightly, knowing that if she let it close, it would make a loud bang, and she'd be caught.

She lightly treaded over to the living room, and stopped in front of a large wooden door. She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. She ached to do it, but her brain told her not to.

Okay. This is it. You're not afraid. What's to be afraid of? You're a freaking Daughter of Ares. You kick ass. You are not some wimp like Prissy. She thought to herself. She rolled back her shoulders, lifted her chin, grabbed the doorknob, and…..

Stopped.

She was afraid to do it. He wasn't really that scary, even if he was insane. As many times as she tried to lie to herself about it, there was no denying it- Clarisse cared about him-and what he thought. Even if those thoughts were about string.

So why was she so scared?

Dunno. Because let's be rational- Daughter of a War God aside, Clarisse was still a hormonal teenaged girl. And they way a teenage girl's mind works? Well…..

Open the door now, Clarisse. You can do this. If you don't….father will disown you. And you're his favorite. She challenged herself. She often did this; she would want to chicken out of something, but she tricked herself into thinking she had to, or bad things will happen.

Clarisse cleared her throat, regained her composure, and twisted the knob. She let her hand drop back to her side as the door clicked open and slowly swung open.

Everything was pitch black, and Clarisse could barely make out the little chain that was connected to a single light bulb that lit up the stairway.

Without a moment's hesitation, she reached up and yanked on the chain.

The bulb flickered a moment, then came on completely, basking the stairs in a yellowish glow.

"The string was yellow, too. It was actually gold." A voice said from the darkness. "Turn it off."

Clarisse snorted, as if it amused her. "As if, Rodriguez."

"The string was long, so long, it almost never ended… we went everywhere, and it stayed the same….."

Clarisse reached up and yanked the chain again, and the room was again concealed in darkness.

Clarisse twisted around, to see if the door was still open.

It was, but there was no gain from leaving. Might as well go on.

With a sigh, Clarisse turned back around and continued down the stairs, as Chris Rodriguez, Son of Hermes, continued to babble on about string.

"Chris," Clarisse began. "Quit babbling. Or I'll have to kick your punk ass from here to Mars."

"There was a son of Ares there, too. And a…." Chris began, his eyes focusing on something in the distance. "Son of Poseidon! Son of Poseidon! He's horrible!" He screamed, clawing and kicking at the air.

Clarisse ran to his side and held him down. "Calm down, Chris," She said in a voice that was more caring than it had ever been in her life. "There's no son of Poseidon here. Nobody's gonna hurt you."

Chris only screamed more, flailing out, accidentally smacking Clarisse in the face.

Clarisse snatched his hand and glared at him, silencing him to a mere whimper. "Calm. Down."

"Calm. Calm. Down. Calm down." Chris said, shaking. At once, he stopped, sitting up straight and staring at Clarisse's face.

"Rodriguez? You in there?" She said, waving her hand in front of his face.

His eyes snapped back to her. "Yes. Hey, Clarisse?"

Clarisse stood up and turned around. "Yeah?"

"You know what, I think I'm feeling better!"

A small smile twitched at the corner of her lips as she climbed up the stairs.

That Rodriguez, he was something else.

A/N: Sorry, Do, Re, Mi fans. I know I was supposed to update that story first, but I was looking around on my computer and realized nearly all of this was typed already. So I finished it and posted it. But I'm updating Do, Re, Mi, again soon! I promise! Then Kristy Jones and then Three Times.

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