Hi! So, yeah, I had a lit of free time today so I decided to write the next chappie. There's only one left! I'm so sad! This has been my favorite story to write, you guys, so thanks for reading it! :)

Yes, I know, this does have a slightly disturbing name.

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I am doing this character exchange thing with awesomesaucum where she puts one of my characters in her Tratie and I put one of her characters in my story. So, the character i'm borrowing is... Marcus Sonlit. (she borrowed Isabel, BTW) So, if you're wondering why I just randomly pushed this guy in here- that's why. :)

Some background on Marcus Sonlit: Marcus first debuted in Baby it is you, a PO fanfiction by awesomesaucum. He is a stalker and a creeper, and has an obsession with knives. He is from the Apollo cabin.

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Playing With Knives

That afternoon:

Isabel walked up to the Apollo cabin. She knocked on the door, and not waiting for someone to answer, burst in.

There was only one person sitting on his bed. Marcus Sonlit, who was absently picking the dirt off his knife with the bottom of his sneaker.

Isabel clapped her perfectly manicured hands. "Marcus! Earth to Marcus!"

Marcus' eyes became focused. He stood and brushed the dirt off his shorts. "Isabel. What's going on?"

Isabel's mouth stretched into a cold smile. "I need your help with a little job. I want Travis Stoll to dance with me at the party tonight."

Marcus narrowed his eyes. "Well, what's in it for me?"

Isabel laughed. "Well, everyone knows that you like Katie. All you have to do is get her to a secret place and keep her there for a while. I don't care what you do. Or-" her eyes slid over to Marcus's assortment of knives. "-or what you threaten to do. Just keep that little viper busy."

Marcus gave a low chuckle. "Deal."

-Travis POV—

The dance was awesome.

There were magical lights strung all around the columns, and there was a slight breeze that smelled of strawberries. The sky was an amazing collage of purples and blues and pinks. The food was amazing- home cooked by some of the Dryads, and the music was amazing. Charlie Sunniva and his band were playing, but at the moment, there was an iPod hooked up to the speakers and One Direction was playing. (really? Who put that on?) I saw Allison and Connor on the dance floor with Abby and Nico, having a blast. It was an amazing dance.

And I was completely and utterly miserable.

Katie wasn't here. What if she didn't show at all? What would I do then? Allison had instructed me to just sit by the punch bowl and look handsome, but right now, I was pretty much failing miserably. What? It's hard to look handsome when you're checking your watch every minute and just standing there like a loner. As it neared 9:00, I was ready to give up and go back to my cabin.

Then, I saw someone walking in to the pavilion. She was wearing a pink dress that looked softer than a cloud. She had freckles and shiny reddish-brown hair hanging in tiny ringlets around her face. Then, she turned around and I realized with a start that it was Katie Gardiner.

Without thinking, I started walking towards her. She had just started to talk to some of her Demeter friends, and they were hugging her excitedly, but when she saw me, her eyes widened. She started walking in the opposite direction. I followed, quicker this time, she started walking quicker too. If anyone gave us funny looks, I didn't notice.

Finally, worn out, Katie stopped. I caught up to her. "Hey."

She gave me a look of great disgust. "Why aren't you dancing with Dillan? Don't you have better things to do than chase me around the stupid pavilion?" Her words were like shards of ice. Frosty and cold.

"Um, well, actually…"

"Or have you already moved on? Geez, I didn't know you moved from girl to girl so quickly. It probably would have been good to know."

"No, Katie, it wasn't me, it was-"

"Oh, spare me. I don't want to listen to your pathetic little excuses. I came here to spend time with my friends, not avoid you. So, if you'll just let me get by, then I'll have a fun night, you'll have a fun night, and we'll forget that anything happened." She tried to push past me, but I stuck my arm out. "No, wait."

"For what?" she snapped, wrenching my arm away. "Just leave me alone, Travis Stoll. The game is up. You of all people should know that."

Before I could react, Katie started running. She ran out of the pavilion and into the darkness. I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. What was going on?

As I was staring out after Katie, a shadow detached itself and started following her. It was Marcus Sonlit. He wasn't what scared me. No, what scared me were the two knives attached to his belt.

I started to run after him when a hand grasped my shoulder. I turned and saw the pretty face of Isabel staring at me. "Why, hello Travis."

I shook her hand from my shoulder. "Get away from me!"

Isabel smiled dazzlingly, but all I could think about was how she set me up. "Oh, sweetie, how 'bout you dance with me for a bit? I saw how Katie was treating you. You deserve better." She fluttered her eyelashes. "You deserve me."

I took a step back, but Isabel took a step forward. "You know you want to dance with me, Trav. I can see it in your eyes."

That's when I snapped. First of all, nobody calls me Trav. Secondly, how could this lunatic think that I liked her? Not after she made Katie hate me.

"You know what?" I snapped. "You're wrong. I want nothing to do with you. Nothing at all. Get away from me!" I turned and ran out of the pavilion, after Katie.

-Katie POV—

Well, the night definitely could have gone better.

I was sitting at the edge of the woods, breathing heavily, trying not to cry. Travis was being such a jerk! He was following me around, trying to play with my emotions more, and I hated it.

No, I hated him.

As I was sitting there on the ground, feeling bad for myself, I heard a rustle of leaves to my left. I turned, and there was Marcus Sonlit. I didn't know him that well, but he kinda creeped me out. There was always this maniacal look in his eyes, like he would gut anyone that crossed him. And, from camp gossip, I heard that he has an obsession with knives. Sounds psycho to me. Anyway, when I saw him, I scooted back a little, my eyes wide with surprise. "Oh, um, Marcus. I didn't see you there."

He gave me a wry smile, and, much to my displeasure, sat down next to me. I scooted a little farther away.

"I heard about how that Stoll kid treated you. He's a dweeb."

I nodded, unsure of where our conversation was going.

"Well, just so you know, I wouldn't abandon you like he did. I wouldn't toy with you. You deserve someone better. Like me."

"Oh." My cheeks felt hot. "Um, well, actually, I'm not looking to get into any relationships right now. No offense or anything." I was half-hoping he's take offense and leave.

Marcus smiled eerily and pulled something out of his belt. My blood turned to ice when I realized that it was a knife. I could clearly see another one in his belt, waiting to be used. Marcus grinned inhumanly and flipped his knife in the air. "If you won't dance with me, then I might have to use some incentive."

I instantly flared up. Now, you might think that was stupid of me, but I was not going to let this guy bully me with a knife. Who did he think I was anyway?

I smiled sweetly and motioned for him to come closer. He smiled and approached me, but when he was in close range, I grabbed his belt, pulling it free. I pulled out the knife and pointed it at him. Marcus' surprise didn't last long. Quick as a flash, he whacked the knife out of my hand with such force I gasped. He pointed the knife at my chest. My heart skipped a beat. I figured I was dead meat until something came plowing out of the darkness and into Marcus, knocking him over.

-Travis POV—

The mark of a demigod is ADHD. ADHD can make you do pretty stupid/impulsive things. So, of course, when I saw Marcus Sonlit holding a knife up to Katie, I didn't hesitate to plow into him. As soon as we made contact, Marcus was caught off guard. But I wasn't expecting for him to go slack and then pounce on me. He pinned me to the ground, but I kneed him in the groin. As he doubled over, I pushed myself up with my hands and grabbed the closest weapon- a knife with its blade in the ground. I pulled it out and turned to face Marcus, who was standing up. I was about to come down on him when I heard a soft, tinkling laugh. I turned to find Isabel smiling coldly at us. She pointed her hands at the ground, and small tendrils started creeping out of the ground. Even in the twilight, I could see the thorns on the stems. She was summoning freakin roses! She turned to me, but the stems pointed themselves at Katie. I tried to send her a mental message- RUN!- but she was just staring at me with wide eyes. Isabel clapped her hands. "Bravo, boys, but none of that is necessary. I'll clear up the problem immediately. I will strangle Katie with these thorns if you don't dance with me, Travis." She smiled as if everything was cleared up.

Katie got to her feet. "Wrong, Isabel. You think you're gonna strangle me with stems? Come at me."

Isabel smirked. "It's on, flower girl."

Isabel's stems rose higher and higher. Katie looked around wildly, and then in desperation, picked up a flower that was near the creek. I realized that it was a Stargazer Lily. She turned back to Isabel, and as she did, the flower started glowing. Suddenly, it shot a beam of light at one of Isabel's stems. It crumbled into ashes.

Isabel was shocked, but only for a moment. Then, she laughed. "Nice, try, Katie." Another rose stem grew up in the other's place. "You'll just have to keep zapping all my stems with your little glow lily or whatever."

Katie narrowed her eyes and another burst of light shot from the flower and disintegrated a stem. Isabel grew another one, and waved them in Katie's face. Katie zapped one and dodged the other. Soon, there was a full-fledged flower war going on. I didn't have time to admire the girls' skills, though, because my old buddy Marcus had retrieved his knife, and he didn't look happy that I was wielding his other one. He charged at me, and I barely had time to deflect. He advanced on me and lunged, and our knives met with a scraping of metal on metal. He tried to disengage me, but I caught the feint. We went back and forth until finally, Marcus struck my hand with the flat of his blade, and the knife fell out of my hand and onto the ground. Marcus grinned psychotically, advancing on me. I stepped back, and then had an idea. Hermes was the god of stealing. So….maybe I could steal the knife from him.

I hunched over, pretending to stumble over a rock on the ground. Marcus came forward, and I forced myself to wait. One. Two. Three. When he got close enough, I straightened up and kicked him in the gut and then smacked his hand with my sneaker. The blade fell to the ground and I picked it up. Quicker than lightning, I kicked Marcus' legs out from underneath him and he went down. I jumped forward, and, pressing my knee on his stomach, held the knife to his throat.

Marcus' eyes were wide and full of terror. "You- you- you wouldn't hurt me."

I raised my eyes. "You want to try me?" Of course I would never hurt him, but he didn't need to know that.

Marcus trembled. I pretended to act more confident that I was. "You will stay away from Katie. You will never assault her ever again. You will also stay away from me. You will also never do to any other girl what you just did to Katie."

Marcus nodded. "Y-yes. Of course. I promise." His breath was coming in quick little gasps.

"Swear on the River Styx."

"I swear it! I swear it already!"

I released my knee from Marcus, and he scampered away. I turned towards Katie, panting and triumphant, and realized that there was a problem.

Katie was zapping just fine with her magic flower or whatever. But she didn't see the third stem behind Isabel, holding a huge rock the size of her face.

As if in slow motion, I could see Isabel raising the rock behind her subtly, preparing to throw it at Katie's head.

I screamed, "NO! KATIE!" But I knew it was too late as soon as the words left my mouth. The rock went flying, and I did the only thing I could.

I jumped in front of the flying rock.

Something hit my head, and the world faded to black.

Yeah! Travis took one for the team! JK. I LOVE Tratie!

I just realized that it could also be Kravis. But that sounds horrible! I like the word "Tratie" a lot better, don't you?

Questions:

1. Who's your favorite character in this so far? (I mean, the ones I made up)

2. Have you read the Selection series?

3. (for authors only) What fanfic of yours should I read?

Thanx! Have a gr8 weekend!