AHAHAHA!
You guys are about to find out why I was so excited about AFTER Capture the Flag!
AHAHAHAHAH! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE WITH THIS WHOLE SCENE! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!
You guys still need to vote on which memory you want Zack to see FIRST of Lena's!
A) A Happy memory of her with her parents
B) A bad memory with her parents
C) Her parents death
D) A bad memory of after her parents death
I already plan for him to see a really bad memory of her after her parents death (MUWHAHAHAHA!) but I don't know what you guys want. So far A is winning with 3 votes, C has two votes and D has one.
MORE VOTES ARE DESIRED! VOTE IN REVIEWS! MEMORY SUGGESTIONS ARE ALSO APPRECIATED! I SWEAR I DON'T LAUGH AT ANY OF THEM!
Anyhoo! Ah! I need to go write the next chapter cuz AHHHHHHHHHH! You'll see why...
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VIRTUAL HUGS: Meepmeep123 (twice again. ;) ), The Avian-Olympian, kamberroxs1998, spyropony1598, kari0104, melissa. , thuyngan.2111, Pokemonchen, storm35-50, Helios Spirit, crazy-for-movies, and Shaylie-daughter-of-Poseidon.
AH! SO HAPPY!
REPLIES TO REVIEWS:
Meepmeep123: Is there a way to make it so you can review multiple times? And yup, that'll be me when second movie comes out. :) And it's an extremely appropriate name. And PSH! Let's just go for world Percabeth domination while were at it! And YAY! I want more votes so I'm happy when people vote. And yes, there is an incriminating memory that he'll see but I want him to see one other memory before that happens, hence why I'm asking for a vote.
The Avian-Olympian: See, I'm one of those people who can pretty much belt out whatever HSM song there is by memory. I really am the epitome of nerdom. And we all liked her beating the shit out of him didn't we? And Blue? Blue is not Zeus's color. Least...I don't think so...And really? I still need to figure mine out... AND JEALOUS! I got to miss like the last five minutes cuz of meet once. *rolls eyes* Ha. No judgements, I'm weird everyday.
spyropony1598: YAY! I MAKE YOU HAVE FEELS! That's my main goal (this person reviewed chap 1 so...he/she may not read this for a while).
kari0104: And yay! I make you miss sleep because you wanted to read! YAY! XD XD Haha. You get what I mean. And according to fans its 'Zena'. I did not make this up, they did.
thuyngan.2111: I'll try to focus on action more. :) I can handle some good suggestions, in fact, I encourage them. To help me become a better author. I know I make some grammatical errors but I don't look over these that much since I update real quick. I literally just write and then go straight to uploading. And yeah. My swim friend was joking around and she's like "WHEN WILL MY LIFE BEGIN?" And I'm like "After Swim Season." ;)
Pokemonchen: Heehee, read below...you'll catch on. MUWAHAHAHAH!
storm35-50: No, I haven't actually. Never heard of it to be honest. Haha. Sounds like it's good though.
crazy-for-movies: HEEHEE! I'll let my chapter be my reply...
Shaylie-Daughter-of-Poseidon: Ha. Yeah, Lena's Badass! :D Right? Girls friggen rock, especially when they're kicking guys asses.
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So many of you are gonna review and be like "AHHHHHHHHH! I WAS LIKE OMG!"
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I'm evil.
;P ;)
Song: What I've Done by Linkin Park
(I've made a playlist for when I write for songs that remind me of this story. ;) )
Disclaimer: ...
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Darkness conquered light and silence fell on the Camp. Night had arrived and Artemis was high in her chariot. Reluctantly I had moved into Cabin three. I tried not to look around, tried not to think of my father, but considering they had a freaking SHRINE to him in here, that was a little difficult. I couldn't help but look at his old bed, which had been unused since he slept there, and think of what it was like for him at Camp.
All night I tossed and turned, purposely keeping sleep at bay, fearing my own dreams and memories. Eventually, with a sigh, I threw the covers off myself. I then traded my black spandex for a pair of skinny jeans that were flexible enough to fight in. I threw on a jacket over my tank top. I slipped on my boots and put my mother's knife in my right one. I also put on my fathers watch and stuffed his pen in my pocket. I threw my hair in a ponytail and then put on my mother's cap. Silent and unseen, I slipped out of the Cabin.
Once again, I heard the call and cry of the harpies. I mentally dared them to come after me, I dared them to face their death.
I meandered through the Camp with no rhyme or reason. After a years worth of time I found myself at the lake. I felt the cool ocean breeze and took a deep breath, taking off the cap.
I always felt closer to my father when by the sea. I felt reconnected.
Then I felt the sword against my neck.
"Don't move." I familiar voice snarled.
"Kara," I said coldly. "I was wondering when we would be able to catch up."
That earned me a cut on the back of the neck, from the sword being pushed in. I grit my teeth but made no noise.
"Shut up and hand me the damn knife."
Slowly and bitterly I bent down and pulled the knife out of my boot.
"Don't do anything rash or you'll regret it." She told me.
I rolled my eyes as I handed her the knife, feeling a pang of guilt for giving up my mother's weapon, hilt first.
"Pathetic little weapon," she told me. "Now we're gonna take a little walk, shall we?"
She doesn't know that I have my father's sword, and she doesn't realize that's my mother's knife.
"I don't know," I told her, never one for keeping my mouth shut. "I'm pretty comfortable where I am."
She pressed the knife into my neck again. "Don't talk smartass. I know exactly who you are."
"You don't know shit about me." I countered swiftly.
"Oh, is that so? Silena Chase JACKSON."
I stiffened. Here lies proof that only people who want me dead use my full name. "How do you know that?" I whispered.
"Daddy and I had a little chat tonight."
Daddy.
Ares.
Shit.
"Really?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "Did he tell you about the time my dad kicked his ass when he was only twelve?"
She kicked me in the back and I fell to the ground.
"Shut your mouth, you worthless partial-god."
"Partial-god?" I asked while I spit dirt out. "I know you Ares kids aren't all that great at math, but I'm half god, just not half of ONE god."
A kick to the side. A groan slipped out of my mouth without permission.
"I said don't talk."
"Yeah, I've never been a rule follower."
Another kick. Another groan. I would be bruised severely on my side.
"How's that side feeling?"
"Freaking peachy," I spat. I was nothing if not stubborn.
She kicked my side again, harder, but I managed not to make a sound somehow. "Do you enjoy pain or are you psychotically suicidal?"
"I'd like to think I'm just such a freaking social butterfly when it comes to talking that it's so damn hard to turn it off."
The kick went to my face this time. A steady stream of blood began to flow. My eyes also began to water, but I refused to show weakness.
"Get up, you lying little bitch."
I'm ashamed to say I did as she told, but I looked her straight in the eye. When I did, I felt and saw pure hatred.
So, of course, I did something really stupid.
I spat at her.
She recoiled and then punched me in the gut, and then the face, then kneed me in the gut again. I felt to the ground, clutching my mid-section.
"I said GET UP!"
My pride forced me to stare her in the eyes, my pain forced me to do as she told to prevent further injury. I spit out the blood in my mouth, but aimed it at the ground. My fingers itched to grab my father's pen, but she was to wired, if she even suspected I had a weapon she'd attack, and then I'd lose it.
"Now, we're going to take a walk." She told me again.
I had to bite my tongue so hard I'm fairly certain I tasted blood to keep from retorting.
She nodded, pleased by my silence. "Good, now walk to the woods."
The woods? I'd say this wouldn't be good, but it passed that point a while ago. Silently and grudgingly, I did as she instructed. Of course, she kept on talking, and kept holding that sword to the back of my neck. To add even more insult to injury, I was pretty sure she was holding my mother's knife to my back.
"You know, Silena, Ares told me a lot about you. Said your as good as it gets. To be cautious when approaching you. I don't understand what he was talking about."
Wait for the right moment to strike, wait for the right moment to strike, wait for the right moment to strike…
"Besides, your parents must have guessed your worthlessness. I mean, they named you after an idiotic traitor who came from the Aphrodite Cabin."
I clenched my fists. Now she was insulting my parents.
"How does that make you feel?"
I took the opening. "Great, I mean, they could've named me after some dumbass child of Ares."
An elbow to my back. I stumbled but didn't fall.
Kara scoffed. "He told me you were a master with the sword and knife. Said you could throw knives like a child of Apollo and was skilled enough with a bow. As well as adequate with all other weapons, including hand to hand combat. If that's so, you're just even more pathetic. Bowing down without putting up a fight? Weak."
Wait for the right moment to strike, wait for the right moment to strike, waitfortherightmomenttostrik ewaitfortherightmomenttostri kewaitfortherightmomentotstr ike…
"Stop," she finally told me. "We're here."
I looked around, but the darkness shrouded a lot of my vision. After a moment I realized we were in a clearing, much larger than the one we played Capture the Flag in. Running in the middle there was a creek. On the other side I saw two rock-like things protruding from the ground, about five feet apart from each other.
"Took you long enough."
I realized we weren't alone as Zeke entered my line of sight. I scowled and he scowled back. With him it looked like most of the red team, except, of course, Zack.
For a brief moment, my heart throbbed, wishing he were here to help.
I was in a live action version of a nightmare. And this time, I may never get out of it.
Zeke walked up to me and stood only a few inches away. "You really sure it's her?"
"Hey, your dad told you the same as mine did." Kara defended.
Oh, goody, everyone on the red team had a get together with their parents, and, apparently, I was a frequented topic of conversation.
His cold blue eyes pierced mine. Any previous resemblance they had to Zack's eyes vanished. Zack's eyes may have been blue, but they were filled with kindness, loyalty, bravery, and love. Zeke's were filled with I-didn't-want-to-know.
He put a hand on my face and I recoiled, but the other sons of Zeus had joined him and held me in place, while Kara kept her sword and my knife in place. Any sudden movement would cost me my life.
"I see why Zack likes you so much." He said in that grotesque gravely voice of his. "Such a pretty face."
Rage hotter than I'd felt in a while boiled my blood, but I remained silent.
"A shame to have to kill you."
"Isn't it?" I found the courage it ask, rage making my voice shake.
Zeke chuckled. "Who's to say we can't have a little fun beforehand though, huh?"
I was about to make some retort that would surely earn me a punch before I was invaded. Zeke pressed his face to mine and shoved his tongue down my throat. Disgusted beyond belief, I was frozen for a moment. The kiss was not soft and caring like Zack's. It was invasive and revolting. Instinct kicked in and I brought my knee up between his legs, forgetting the sure repercussions.
"You sick, horny bastard." I muttered, shock registering, numbing all my pain, physical and emotional. But while it took away my pain, I tried to force the numbness away, knowing from experience it's harder to fight for your life when you don't really have a good sense of it. Oddly, pain reminds me of why I'm living.
"You stupid little bitch." He snarled. But he put his tongue in my mouth again. I thrashed. I kicked. I felt tears drip down my face. Finally I was desperate. I uncapped my fathers pen and held it at his throat. When he felt the coolness, he backed away, eyes narrowed.
"I thought you took her weapons, Kara." He accused.
"I-I did." Kara squeaked.
"Put your weapon away, Jackson." Zeke told me.
"Put your weapons away, Kara." I said, not taking my eyes off of Zeke.
He opened his mouth to say something, but a commotion stopped him. Five demigods entered the clearing. Two were holding a thrashing demigod, the final two had their swords at the ready.
I realized the thrashing demigod was Zack.
My eyes widened and relief flooded me, it vanished when I realized how completely condemned and damned we both were.
Then my eyes flickered to the creek.
Maybe…just maybe…
Then I heard Zack grunt and he received my full attention again. He had been kneed in the gut. Finally, he raised his head, and his eyes met mine. They were somehow filled with reassurance, as though he was trying to tell me that, some how, it would be okay. We would get through this. I felt my heart throb at his hope, while I had lost mine a while ago.
Nonetheless, I would fight for Zack.
For a moment, every demigod took in each other. Kara with her weapons against my back, flanked by two children of Zeus. Me with my weapon against Zeke's throat. Zack with two demigods holding him and two more holding swords against him. About another two dozen just standing around, too stunned or scared to move.
We were in a stand still, seeing who would dare to break it. A dangerous pause in an even more dangerous game.
Unexpectedly, it was Zack who broke it. Suddenly I saw his body go rigid, and then the demigods holding him flew backwards, running into the two who were holding swords against him.
He had electrocuted them.
Using that as a distraction, I brought my elbow back to Kara's face and hit her as hard as possible. I then flew a foot out and landed it on Zeke's stomach. The other sons of Zeus brought their swords out and swung, but I just ducked. I ended up in a squatting position with the leg I hit Zeke with still out. I was momentarily glad I had forced myself through the pain of earning flexibility. Peter and Carter's swords ended up just clanging against each other.
I rolled out of the way and sprinted toward the creek, knowing it could very well be my salvation. I had just stepped into the creek and turned around when Zeke had recovered and through a javelin, I had some how missed, with extreme skill and power.
I heard Zack shout and I reacted on instinct again.
My instinct told me to close my eyes and outstretch one hand. I felt a pain in my gut and I opened my eyes. A mini jet of water had shot out and enveloped the javelin, which was now floating harmlessly in the water.
Zeke's eyes widened, and so did everyone else's, as well as mine I think. My controlling-water skills had always been basic.
That's when I heard the shout.
"Leave her alone you tyrannical BULLY!" I whipped my head back and saw Mara standing proud, in her pajamas, along with most of the blue team. Alexa stood beside her, along with Max. Athena and Poseidon's cabins seemed to be leading the group.
Pride and gratefulness for my godly grandparents flooded me.
Alexa took a step forward. "Blue team, CHARGE!"
With shouts from all sides, both teams attacked, playing a game much deadlier than Capture the Flag.
And I stood in the center.