I do not own PJO. It's been FOREVER since I have updated! Alright, cut the booing and hissing because I was stalling, okay? Read and Review! I was unfocused today, so it's not my best...

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Arabella x Jrek

Anabella (maybe a magician?)

Andrew x Saffron?

Erin (Whoever...)

Xavier x Ammy?

Silver?

Darcy's POV

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. My life is so hard! I got my phone taken away because I went over my minutes, the person I want to go to homecoming with doesn't know I exist, and my parents won't buy me a car! Your life is soo hard. I mean, compared to me, battling monsters, avoiding Instructors, and generally trying to make it through the day, your life is practically death! Oh, wait, I'm already there, so, no, I have the worse end of the deal. After Kaleigh was taken away, Katja (pronounced Kat-ya) came and started harassing us. Yeah, Katja's a girl (I think. Who knows with these things?). You're probably thinking she's not that bad, compared to the others. Nope. If anything, she's worse.

Do you want to know one of my early memories from the School? I was being tortured by Katja. She used to be our trainer for the people with special abilities, so, naturally, I was upside down, suspended 50 feet in the air, above the lake, and I was supposed to somehow use my powers to get me out of that situation. Now, it's hard to force your powers to "come in." For example, Percy Jackson: In Mt. Saint Helen's, the telkehines, were going to do burn him alive or something, so, naturally he caused an earthquake, almost blowing himself up. You don't force yourself to try and get – or use – powers. Period. No questions asked.

Anyways, Katja came and was being a total bi*** to us, when she made the mistake of grabbing my arm. Well, she probably should've seen what was coming. Because of all of our...abuse, if it's involuntary, you're a goner. I've seen people flip people over their own heads, shatter bones, and kick private parts, etc, etc, etc. Well, you get the idea – we don't like to be touched. If it's another student, and it's both of us acting at the same time (for example, kissing, holding hands, and gripping their arm) then it doesn't matter, we won't flip out. But, if you're an Instructor, watch out, we're deadly.

Where was I? Oh, yeah, Katja just grabbed my arm. Right. So, I (as I explained above) kind of flipped out. I gripped her arm so tight, my knuckles turned white. Then, I elbowed her as hard as I could in the ribs, flipped her over my head, kicked her in the face, flipped her off, and ran. No instructor was going to keep me here for any longer. I swear I might be going insane.

I keep hearing the voices of a person who betrayed us long ago. There was also someone who we assumed betrayed us, but it could've just been an involuntary kidnapping. Who knows? I dash down the winding hallways, leading to dead ends, stairs to nowhere, doors that lead to a wall. There is even a door that lead to a fifty-foot drop outside would be nice! I can only hope that my fellow kidnappees (AN I do not think that is a word...but WHATEVER!)are okay. We know that, in a matter of speaking, if an opportunity opens up, take it, even if everyone else is left behind. Suddenly, I'm pulled against the wall. I turn to face the person. He's tall, about 6'3, with raven black hair and brilliant sky blue eyes.

It's our betrayer, the traitor, the Voldemort of our school, Acellum Spadios. I glare at him, but he does nothing but smile cruelly in return.

"What do you want, Acellum? I know you left long ago. I was only a new student at the time, but you went with the Instructors. How could you? What do you want from me?" He said nothing, but his grip on my tightened. His eyes grew dark and he said, in a perfect villainous voice, "That's not for me to say, Darcy. You of all people should know that." I know that, I do. It's just that, you don't bring a traitor back into the picture unless you want to brag about your upcoming victory. The Instructors might have forgotten, but I haven't. They taught us to never let our guard down, fight like it's your last fight, and be untrusting to others. They forgot that we were forced to remember everything, and practice fighting everyday. While other kids get arts and crafts, we got swords and maiming. We learned, but they forgot, that they taught us how to fight. They fight the exact same way, without modification, but we, are forced to modify our fighting style every other day! We can take them! Only, it's hard, because they won't die or get hurt, and they can take away our powers. One last lesson? Never brag about victory if it hasn't come yet.

"Acellum, if you want to take me to an Instructor fine. Do that. I'll come, but I won't agree with anything you do or say."

"Darcy, oh Darcy, I have a different plan for you."

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Cass's POV

You know, breaking and entering a place you never thought you'd ever have to break and enter in can really mess up your day. My day was going great! Until we learned that it was going to be a long, long night. I was paired up with Sylvia Pace and Matt Strikes. We're a pretty good team. We're quiet, I'll give it that. It's hard, though. It's night, we're cold, we didn't get dinner (that's just how we work) and now we're on edge. We're trying to find Janie, Silver, and Erin, so we can show them the building probably where our friends – their students, are being held.

You can only see the building if you know where it is and what you're looking for. The sad part? It would've been so much faster if we could've found it faster. It took like, 3 hours. I pushed my almond colored hair behind my ear as we trekked through the woods. A few yards away, I heard a rustle and a twig snap. I glanced around frantically, but saw nothing. I stared ahead to where I heard the noise. I heard more rustling, and I saw the faint outline of a blue shirt. A bit more rustling and a boy appeared in front of us. He had shaggy black hair and brown eyes. I didn't have a clue who he was, but, apparently, Sylvia did. Because she rubbed her eyes, blinked a couple times, and said with a confused tone, "Nick? Nick Meyers? Is that you?"

I am completely clueless. I have no idea who this guy is, why he's here, and why Sylvia knows him. I edge slightly closer to Sylvia, not taking my gaze off "Nick Meyers" and whispered to Sylvia, "Do you know him?"

Sylvia shook her head and said, "No, but Shana Rose certainly does. She goes on and on about him all the time!" Nick turned a bright shade of red and stuttered out, "S...Shana R...Rose talks about me?"

"Do I breathe air? Is the grass usually green? Is snow white? Of course she did! Why are you asking? Does someone have an ickle crush on her?" Although it was probably impossible, since this whole time Nick was blushing harder and harder, he turned an even darker shade of red. After three times of trying to say something, Nick gave up. But, with the blush still covering his face, that was all I needed. Love is in the air at the weirdest times. Thanks a lot Aphrodite.

Sylvia's POV

Yeah, Shana Rose talked forever about Nick. I'm not going into detail. A few yards away from us we heard a scream and a gigantic explosion lit up the evening sky. Even though I'd be by myself, I went to where the scene happened. There were scattered remnants of where trees used to be; now they're burnt to a crisp.

"Stupid building," muttered Erin. I've been at the school for a while. I've suffered through the pain, misery, and loss. I know what happens if you get on the bad side of an Instructor. I don't know how well it will work with goddesses, but if I am correct on what I think the instructors are trying to do. This kidnapping is only the beginning. After a few more spells, a lock picking book-for-Dummies, the door swung open.

Two days off from school! I wasn't in the writing mood today, sorry if it sucked, but I HAD to update!

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