Argo III -The Next Generation

5 We kidnap a boy. Dye our hair- HE ATE MY CHOCOLATE

Bell shook his hand. "I am Annabel, and you are dead," she told him.

He looked at me uncertainly as if saying Should I run now? I tried to convey that if Annabel says "you are dead" to anyone, it probably means she is ready to befriend you.

"Erm, that sounds tempting – it really does, but – can you first please tell me where on Earth I am?" He asked uncertainly. He looked around as if he was remembering something.

"Camp Half-Blood. A summer camp for demigods." I answered casually. The look on his face was priceless.

"Did you just say -

"Demigods, yes!" I said exasperatedly. Me and Bell helped him up to his feet. "We'll explain on the way come,"

We made our way back to the cabins.

"So, the Greek Gods – they are real." Bell started.

Andrew looked at her incredulously. "Yeah. And I am the son of Zeus or something," he joked, rolling his eyes.

But me and Bell didn't laugh. We just nodded.

"Wait – no, SERIOUSLY? You sound ridiculous you know that?" He looked at both of us cynically.

Bell raised her beloved dagger dangerously close to Andrew's throat. "Don't trust us?" She asked.

"Hehe," Andrew laughed nervously as he slowly edged away from the blade. "Okay, let's suppose I trust you -

I glared at him.

"I DO trust you," he corrected himself. "This camp - it's for training the demigods? Like you guys fight monsters and stuff? Like in the stories?"

"Yes, exactly like the stories. Which aren't stories at all – they are true." I explained.

We stopped in front of the Big House. "Should we wake up Cheetos?" Annabel asked.

"Chiron, and - it's 3 AM Bell! You really think we won't get a kick in the gut?"

"Good point. Let's tie him to the lamp post and come check in the morning."

Andrew ensured a 5 feet distance between him and Bell.

"Er – how about we let him sleep in his cabin instead?" I suggested.

Annabel grunted. "Okay, that works." Andrew sighed with relief.

We made our way towards the cabins. Andrew looked curiously around him. "This place feels so familiar ... I've been here before." He decided. Then he looked towards us.

"You know, I never really got your names," he started conversationally.

"Melody Snicket, call me Mel," I said.

"Annabel Nightshade, call me Bell." Bell said.

"Mel and Bell." Andrew snorted.

"What's so funny?" Annabel asked.

"You guys could have your own TV sitcom. The Misadventures of Mel and Bell!" Annabel rolled her eyes.

"And their handsomely talented comrade, me," he added as an afterthought.

I accidentally elbowed him in the gut. Cue laughter.

We reached the cabins. They all looked silent and peaceful.

"So, who's keeping it?" I asked Bell.

"I'm sorry – it? I have a name you know." Andrew intervened.