I do not own PJO. Blech! It's been forever! I HOPE I've got Matt in the right place. THIS STORY GETS SOOO CONFUSING!
Matt's POV
I can see it now...what, you may ask? I'll tell you. The world's end, it's going to happen. Wonder why? Well, we're not going down without a fight.
Somehow, I got separated from my group after hearing a cry coming from somewhere deeper into the forest. Not thinking straight, I went towards the sound...and walked straight into a trap. Walls build themselves around me, choking me, almost suffocating me, and the screaming only grew louder. For a minute, I thought it was mine, but then I realized, no, it was much too feminine.
As this pod thing deposited me in the one place I despised the most, I saw a girl. She had wavy black hair and gray, bloodshot eyes. Now, on normal occasions I'd take her to Janie, Silver, or Erin and get her all situated, and then continue to train, but on days like today. Kindness isn't an option, so I held her at sword point to the neck. Sorry I was brought up like a Roman! I muttered to her, so as not to be heard by any Instructors listening in, "Who are you?"
She coughed up some blood, and spoke in a shaky voice, "I...I'm Wave, Wave Poker. I...don't know how I got here." I winced at the blood she continued to cough up. I could tell if she wasn't so badly hurt, she'd be a strong and confident warrior, so I did the most natural thing. I gently picked her up and tried to find a way out of this place!
I could tell Wave was almost dying, pardon my pun, to ask me questions about me, where she was, and why in Pluto's name was I carrying her. To be honest, I can tell that I don't really know. I must have lack of sleep or something.
We were almost out, when I came to be held by sword point to the neck, with Wave still in my arms. I glared at the offending sword, and the person holding it. I could tell he didn't want to do this, but he didn't have a choice.
With glazed over eyes, Derek pushed the sword further into my neck, causing a bead of blood to drip down the length of the sword. I almost laughed at the irony of this situation. Not 15 minutes ago I was in the reverse situation with Wave, who had passed out in my arms.
I spoke, hoping I radiated confidence, "Fine, go ahead and kill me, you know that's not what you want to do." Derek frowned and dug the sword deeper into my neck. I smirked, and before Derek processed what I was doing, Wave and I were gone in a blur of shadows.
I feel horrible. I have a cold. I haven't updated in forever, and I was going to, but then a relative died. I need ideas.
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