So tomorrow I'm leaving on my vacation...at 3 AM. Fun times. My family is going to Ohio, where my dad grew up, and where a majority of his family lives (3/8. Colorado, North Carolina, Michigan, Texas, and some other state that I don't know each have 1/8). I'm going to pole vault at a meet there.

Therefore, I really needed to post this today, because AW123's birthday is on July 4, and she wanted the story to be updated before/on her birthday. And we're not getting back until like the 8th. So...Yeah I sort of almost forgot to post this but! I didn't.

Blake sat with the other prisoners, hands tied behind his back. He was watching the members of the cult, trying to figure out which one was the leader, but—

"Wait!" Ann-Marie interrupted. "How did you get into the camp?"

"Does it matter?" Blake replied.

"Yes!"

"But this is the exciting part." Blake said.

"I would think being captured by a cult was pretty exciting!"

Blake groaned. "Can I please just tell the story?"

"No! How did you infiltrate the cult?"

"Don't use words like 'infiltrate.' It makes you sound pretentious."

"Blake." Ann-Marie sighed. "You're leaving out part of the story. Why won't you just tell me how you got into the cult?"

Blake was silent.

"It was embarrassing, wasn't it? That's why you won't tell me."

"No!" Blake said.

Ann-Marie grinned. "Sure it wasn't."

Blake rolled his eyes. "Can I continue now?"

"Well I kind of want to hear the embarrassing part, but…Okay."

"It wasn't—Okay," Blake said.

Will and Gilan had told Blake to look for a person who was giving orders, that the others were treating with respect.

Blake had been with the cult for something like seven hours, and he hadn't seen a single person who fit that description. The cult people seemed to be doing whatever they wanted; no one was giving orders. And they were all really sort of rude to each other.

Blake looked at the sky, judging the time from the sun and stuff. It was mid-morning. Probably about ten. The attack was supposed to take place in about two hours.

Blake returned his attention to the culters just in time to duck out of the way of a rock that had been flying towards his face. One of the culters had thrown it, trying to hit another of the culters, and missed.

The target was a boy who didn't look more than a few years older than Blake. He smirked at the thrower, a woman who was obviously very, very angry. "There's no need to resort to throwing stones, especially since you have such awful aim."

The woman growled. "I have every right to be throwing stones! You aren't fit to be the leader, and we all know it! Even the gods know it, and that's why we're cursed!"

Blake grinned. Well that was easy!

Okay, yes 'culters' isn't a real word, but it doesn't really need to be, does it?

*ahem* Also, like I mentioned up there, AW123's birthday is on the 4th, so you guys COULD maybe PM her a nice birthday message. Or something. I mean, her birthday falls on America Day so...*jazz hands*

*sigh* I have no idea what that last sentence was supposed to mean. I need sleep.