Disclaimer: My tablet ran out of batteries. It doesn't change the fact that I DO NOT OWN PJO and HP!

~Mark of Kronos~

000 Alisa 000

Dark. So very Dark.

It's not like the darkness of being blind either.

I feel surrounded in evil. Pure, unyielding, evil. Like I'm just floating around here...

I also had no senses. My eyes, I was used to. But having no ears, no skin, nothing, is something I will never get used to.

I fucking hope this isn't death.

Probably isn't since I ain't facing the damned Judge-and-Jury of the Underworld.

Unless this is death for Primordial Goddess kids who're damned to suffer Fate's idiotic wrath.

Suddenly, touch comes back to me and I feel myself soaked in fucking disgusting slime.

Or at least, I think I am.

'Cause I should feel something holding me up, but all I feel is the slime. I don't even fucking feel my clothes. (Which I'm pretty sure I'm wearing... Probably...)

Just as suddenly as the slime appeared, it all flooded into my eyes.

I could feel it coating my eyeballs beneath my skin.

I could feel it striving to drive through openings I didn't know my eyes had.

It's as painful as hell.

No wait. It's as painful as Sacarak Venom. When the insects start eating. Only just my eyes. The rest of my body is pretty much numb and unfeeling.

My eyes, my eyes...

Help me!

Suddenly, electricity attacks me somewhere below the middle of my forehead.

And then coolness replacing shock. Somehow calming. Somehow making me feel protected.

My body starts to come back to me, and with it, comes intensely hot pain.

Make it stop. Stop. Stop. Stop...

I moan out one word as I struggle against the enchantment, "Nico..."

000 Jiana 000

"An attack at the infirmary?"

"That weird fifth-year, right?"

"The Exchange Students?"

I perked up at the last one. Alisa with the two guys (One of which she attacked...)?

I turn to the nearest Ravenclaw, "What are they talking about?"

She looks up at me, "You don't know? There's been an attack at the infirmary, the American Exchange students and a fifth-year Slytherin."

I grimaced, Slytherins? Not very good news since Alisa and the two boys are Gryffindors. Slytherins were still... bitter about the whole Voldemort thing. "Bitter" described the new first and second-years, who didn't really experience it. "Totally Unforgiving" is probably a better term for the older Slytherins.

"Thanks" I say quickly, fast-walking towards the infirmary where the two (very, very hot) American Exchange boys were arguing over a bed.

"This is all your fault!" the brown-haired, lean, muscled one says. "Why did you let it hit her?"

"My fault? What about you!" the black-haired, slightly emo-ish one retorts angrily, "You were right next to her!"

"U-um..." I ask tentatively, "Is that Ali?"

They both look at me, surprised, "Who the hell are you?"

They take a step away from the bed, and I see her.

"Ali!" I scream as I stare at her face.

Her pale skin is sickly pale. There's also a strange black aura surrounding her.

And her eyes, oh her eyes...

They were open. And they were black. Pure black.

Almost as if there was nothing inside her.

I stared in horror at my best friend. "Wh-wh-what happened?"

They both look at the ground, sadness evident on their faces.

The black boy answers me, "She was hit by a spell. Right here." he touches the skin between her eyebrows, where a mark was embedded in black too. If she was wearing her blindfold, the top part would have been hidden behind her bangs. No-one could miss it now, though, it was glowing. Glowing green and silver.

It was some sort of cross, only at the bottom, where a line should be was a hook resembling the end of a fish hook.

"What is it?" I ask, as I try to avoid looking at her black eyes.

He just stares at her, a frown on his face, and I look to the brown-haired one for an answer, "The mark of Kronos." he whispers, his face scrunched up like he was remembering something seriously, seriously bad.

The way he said it made me think that Kronos was something like the Voldemort of America.

And then I realized something.

"Surrounded by the colors of Voldemort." I whisper, and my face probably mirrored his previous one.

The boy who spoke looked at me, interested, but suddenly, Alisa moved.

All three of us are suddenly alert, the two guys glaring at her twitching body, as if, if they look on long enough, she'd wake up.

Suddenly she moaned a word, undecipherable because of how soft it was whispered.

The previously lifeless body was now moving, moving slowly, but still moving.

She curled herself up into a ball, eyes now shut as the glow on her forehead faded slowly, and moaned, "Nico..."

A/N: Wassup, ya'll? I'm sorry about this chapter, it's pretty much crap. (But I still made it on time, it's Friday!) How about you guys check out my dA instead? AtarashiiNeko, that's my username. Do you guys have dA too? ~Nyx