Okay, this is a really short chapter 'cuz I'm not sure what to do before Capture the Flag. But after that I have UBER amount of plans. Meaning LOTS!

MWUAHAHHA!

Meet was today! GOT BELOW A 31 ON 50 FREE! WHOOOOOOO!

QUESTION! OPINIONS WANTED!

(This was added in AFTER I had posted this. But only a little while after)

So, before this big ass memory that I've left you all in suspense about, I want Zack to see a different memory of Lena's. I want all your opinions.

Do you want it to be...

A) A happy family of her with her parents

B) A bad memory of her with her parents

C) Her parents death

D) A bad memory after her parents death.

Opinions wanted and suggestions appreciated!

Yeah...

Dudes, I was bored en la classe de espanol (in spanish class) and I doodled in my assignment notebook. I wish I could show you! It's kinda like a planner so I found Oct 2nd and outlined it, drew tridents, over the entire page I wrote things like 'Percabeth!' 'PERCY JACKSON' 'ANNABETH CHASE' 'PERCY+ANNABETH' 'PERCABETH REUNION!' and such. That's just gonna be a great week for me. New Bones on Monday, MoA on Tuesday, and Supernatural season premiere on Wednesday! EEEEEEE!

VIRTUAL HUGS TO: Pokemonchen, Meepmeep123, Syst3m, SamDanielleRich, crazy-for-movies, storm35-50, Pandastyle, mrpuppy, and (at the very last minute) TezzPJ FAN

SO MANY! ALL REVIEWERS! AHHHH! XD XD XD XD

Pokemonchen: Yeah, it's gonna be crazy different, but I'm still goin to see it. :) Oh, Lena far too complicated to see that clear logic. ;)

Meepmeep123: Subliminal...nice word...impressed...Yes. But it's AFTER the games that you should be excited for. MWUAHAHAHHAA! Ha! Very nice! As I said, I got my Foods I teacher to read them and so far she likes them. HA! And GASP! Movie Annabeth was...well the only REAL similarity between her and book Annabeth was pretty much the name and parentage...BOOK ANNABETH IS SO FREAKING AWESOME! AND LET US COVER THE GLOBE WITH PERCY JACKSON FANS WHO HATE THE MOVIE! Yes, completely. Whenever I see a Rachel+Percy fanfic, or a fanfic where Percabeth breaks up I don't even open it, but I feel the intense desire to hunt down the author and punch him/her in the face. :)

Syst3m: Shuckers. Damn, you're good. My best time is just under 7 mins. Like a 6:57 or whatever. I'm JV so I'm not THAT good. ;) I'm more of a 200-er. And, we all know Lena's gonna beast this bitch (meaning CTF). ;)

SamDanielleRich: Love hearing from new peeps! And you're in college? Dude, that's so gonna be me! College and still a Jackson-Head. Books will still be coming out til my Junior year. After that...IDK how I'll go on...*chokes back tears*. Anyhoo, that means SO MUCH to me! I was nervous you would all find the 'Memory Monster' thing lame so yay! You guys like it! :D And really? I've never heard of it. I honestly just typed 'Girl with Black Hair and Green Eyes' into Google Images. :) I might have to look that movie up, see what it's about. :)

crazy-for-movies: MOOHAHA! (My odd evil laugh.) You shall have to find out. ;) And don't worry, I got this figured out...mostly. ;)

Storm35-50: Yeah. It is sad, but if there weren't conflicts and emotions like this...would you read it? Probs not. See? ;)

Pandastyle: Yeah. Reminisces are sure to occur. HA! Gods, your reviews are f***ing hilarious. I tell myheartsastereo about your reviews all the time cuz they crack me up. I loved all of this! Such a fantastic list.

mrpuppy: Thanks! I try to make my ends good because that's what keeps people coming back right?

TezzPJ FAN: You have great timing. I was typing replies to reviews when I got yours. ;) NEW PERSON! YAY! Your entire review made me go 'YAAAAAAAAAAY!' And get all warm and fuzzy inside (you know, like how demigods feel with those and-then-he-died-the-end stories. ;) ) And yay! Music fan person!

So...yeah. Sorry, really short. I'll update tomorrow afternoon after invitational.

Song: Heroes by All Time Low

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READ ON!

For a few seconds, minutes, years, we just sat there. I sat next to him, he sat next to me. At one point he grabbed one of my hands and started playing with it. It was such a simple act, yet I found it oddly beautiful. Oddly sweet.

I heard laughter and jumped up, certain I saw disappointment in Zack's eyes, but tries to ignore it. I looked out and saw a small crowd of four walk in, all with bows slung over their backs.

I saw Zack smile. "Hey! Alex!"

Alex, in the middle of the crowd, looked up, startled. He then smiled. "Yo! Zack!" He waved for his friend to join him.

Zack stood and walked over, gesturing at me to follow.

The two friends smiled at each other. "What happened?" Alex asked. "I heard there was a fire at your place and then you just vamoosh!"

Zack scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, uh, it's complicated. Long story."

I had to refrain from rolling my eyes. Gods, he sucked at lying.

Alex just shrugged, as easygoing as ever. "Always is, I guess. Wanna try your hand at archery?"

"You know I've always been crap at that. Lena's pretty good though," he said, turning to me.

Alex raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

I shrugged. "I know enough, not my strength though."

Alex kinda turned to his friends, a wide smile on his face. "Looks like the newbie's got some game." Alex turned to Zack, "You should be worried. Zeus is opposing Poseidon as usual."

I frowned. We would be on different teams?

"What're the teams?" I asked.

"Zeus, Hades, Ares, Demeter, Dionysus, and Hephaestus on one team. Poseidon, Athena, Hermes, Apollo, and most minor gods are on our side."

I had to keep shock from registering on my face. That was pretty much a list of who wanted me dead and who didn't. The Gods opinions were leaking to their children without either noticing. And I was caught in the middle.

Fantastic.

"Care to show us some skill, Sea Spawn?"

It took me a moment to realize that this was a term for children of Poseidon. "Sea Spawn?" I asked. "Doesn't exactly strike me as a term of endearment."

He shrugged. "You didn't seem the type to punch me for something like that."

I paused. "Yeah, you're right. I've been called much worse."

He held out his bow and some arrows. "Care to take a shot?"

I thought about it. "Bows and Arrows really aren't my thing. Got any throwing knives?"

One of his pals nodded and handed some over. I walked over to a target and probably stood ten to fifteen meters away.

"You don't seriously think you can make that, do you?" Alex taunted.

"Shut up, Alex. Otherwise my target will be you."

His response was laughter.

I took a deep breath and got in a good stance, mostly for show. Deciding to have some fun, I pretended to second guess myself, pretended to seem unsure. Then, after a minute or so of that I turned around with lightning agility and threw.

Behind me, about ten to fifteen meters again, there had been a practice dummy. The knife was lodged directly where its right eye would be. I stood straight, pride filling me.

"Damn, girl. Glad I never pissed you off." Alex complemented.

I turned, a playful smile on my lips. "As I told my table, I got a few tricks up my sleeve."

Alex just walked up and clapped a hand on my shoulder. "I have a feeling this is gonna be one hell of a Capture the Flag."

We spent the afternoon in the arena with Alex and his Apollo brothers. Lunch arrived and I told the others to go without me. Zack seemed reluctant, but also understanding. The constant presence of another was driving me insane. I needed the comfortability of solitude, if only for a short while.

I threw some knives and then, when I was certain all others would be eating, I busted out my fathers sword. I attacked all the dummies, leaving them all decapitated and wounded. By the end of I-don't-know-how-long, I was covered in sweat.

I felt the pain in my chest from exertion. I felt the wetness on my forehead from sweat. I felt the soreness in my muscles from activity.

I was alive, and this was when I felt most like it.

I felt exhilarated.

I felt feral.

I felt dangerous.

I craved more. Some animalistic part of me desperately wanted to march into the dining pavilion and take on every demigod there was. Dare them all to try to defeat me. To search out what I couldn't beat.

It was at these living moments, that I felt closest to death. Because that same animalistic part that wanted battle, also desired my end. It made me desire my end.

I dropped my sword and fell to my knees. I used my hands to hold the hair from my face, which was falling out of it's ponytail.

I focused on my labored breathing.

I was breathing, and I would remain that way. I was living, and I would remain that way.

I was shattered, and I would remain that way...