"You need my help?" He asked, mock surprise oozing from his tone. She nodded.
"It's taking every last bit of my will power not to fling myself over there and strangle you to death. You don't belong here, and all you'll cause is trouble."
"Then why not just kill me then? I'm unarmed, you could do it hands down."
"No, I can't. As much as I hate saying this, we need information, and you're the only one who can give it to us."
"None of you seem to have considered the idea I may simply refuse."
"And you, in turn, don't seem to have considered that we may just have to kill you if you don't help us."
At that, Charbel sneered. "The former is much more paralyzing then your proposition, my dear." Sasha, her back now facing the boy, stiffened.
"Don't call me that,"
"Why? Because of that little boyfriend of yours outside? Afraid he may overhear, are you? How cute."
Seething, Sasha turned to give the boy a look so intense and intimidating, it very well could have melted glass.
"Listen to me very clearly. I don't care who you are or how great you think your cause is, you're nothing but an idiot without a brain of his own who does nothing but what his father tells him to. You're here, in custody now, you're head wanted mounted on the wall, and yet you still stay truthful to him, despite the fact that he's not going to help you. If he were going to, you would be gone by now, that much is apparent. But you're stuck here, surrounded by the people you despise most in the world, and eventually that Rachel girl is going to determine what we should do with you and that is what we'll do. But let me tell you this," her voice dropped down to a whisper, "If you try anything that dangers the lives of my friends, no matter what Chiron declares your fate is, even if he grants you freedom, I promise you this: I will personally run you through with my sword over and over again and I will throw the corpse into the pits of Tartarus for your father to see what a failure you turned out to be."
Charbel raised an eyebrow. "I pity you. I truly do."
Sasha sneered, "And just why is that?"
"You're all going to die."
-
Instead of doing the rational thing like informing someone of her conversation with their little captive, she kept the information to herself. Strictly because she was sure that the son of Kronos was bluffing. Not only that, but that she didn't want to tell anyone. Simple as that. So, she decided, as she made her way to her cabin, not to dwell on her decision, and not to visit the Big House again while that titan offspring occupied one of its rooms.
"Hey!" A voice from behind her greeted as she began the ascent up the stairs to her cabin.
"I've been looking for you, where ya been?" The voice asked, and Sasha sighed and turned to the speaker.
"Hey" She said, rolling her eyes at Jonathan and slowly, irritably making her way down the steps.
"So I talked to Nico,"
"Did you now?"
"Yeah. And don't you go all cocky and sarcastic with me."
"I'm so scared of the consequences." She said, rolling her eyes, adding a bit of a joking tone as to not have him suspect she was not in a good mood.
"Whatever. Hey, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I was trying to make you laugh."
She sighed. "Listen, sorry. I'm just kinda stressed out."
Jonathan snickered. "What, nervous about what to wear on your date?"
Sasha put her head between her hands and shook it slightly, her loose wavy brown hair swishing with the movement. She was suddenly the victim of an incredible headache, and she longed for nothing more than to lie down in her bunk and pass out. She made a shooing gesture to Jonathan with one of her hands, keeping the other on her head.
"Something like that. I'm gonna go try to take a nap." She said, and she made her way up the worn steps to her cabin.
Sasha sat up, surrounded by three brick walls and a path leading her elsewhere. With much difficulty, she stood, gripping onto one of the walls to support her as she slowly, painfully made her way out. She felt drained. She reached the end of her brock wall, turning her head to the right to get a look beyond. What Sasha saw made her want to scream, but she suppressed the urge. She saw Andrea, a bloody heap on the ground a mere few feet away from where she stood. She gasped and fell to her knees, crawling to her friend. Teary eyed, she checked her friend for a pulse, and began to sob when she came up with no result. She felt a growing wet pain in the side and saw that she had an ugly gash running all aoong her chest from her hip up. The pain was paralyzing. 'You haven't seen anything yet, stupid girl. Look further.' The titan's voice boomed in her mind, and Sasha's wet eyes widened, afraid to look for what other damage he'd dome. Cautiously raising her head beyond Andrea's dead body, her hand flew up to cover her horrified, heart broken scream. Off in the far distance, much further beyond where Sasha's energy could have her walk, she could see corpse upon corpse littering the ground. Most were unfamiliar, but a lot meant so much to her. Jonathan, Leo, Percy, Ryan, her mom, Mikeal, slowly, painstakingly, stood and limped her way to Percy. His heart was flailing, desperately and hopelessly, and she knew that he'd be dead within minutes. His eyes opened slightly, and he looked up at her. He placed something in her hand before his heart stopped, and she, sobbing uncontrollably, turned down to examined it. The pendant was a teal crystal, cut into the shape of a seashell. It was connected to a simple leather rope. There was nothing truly fascinating about the charm, but Percy had died giving it to her. Crying, she placed it around her neck, and gasped at the fiery sensation where the stone touched her skin. She tried to remove the necklace, but everything disappeared, leaving her in the shadows.
-
The daughter of Poseidon gasped quietly, slowly opening her eyes. A pillow flew across the room and hit her in the face. She heard someone scoff from across the room.
"And everyone says I have horrible aim," Ryan said cockily, "Please."
Sasha rolled her eyes at her brother, slowly swinging her legs over the side of her bunk and standing up. She moved to her drawer to find something to change into, not even glancing at her brother as she passed.
"So you and Nico are a couple now?" He asked teasingly, and Sasha threw her head back in annoyance.
"No, Ryan. We haven't even been on a date yet."
He smiled at her, suppressing a laugh, and shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Whatever."
Sasha sighed at her brother, grabbed her clothes, and made her way to the bathroom. She changed quickly and grabbed her brush, looking at her reflection in the mirror as she brought the brush up to her head but froze when she saw a flash of light around her neck. She gasped, her hand slowly hand warily hovering the teal seashell pendant around her neck.