hbh/argo III oneshots

What if 2

What if Heja dies.

Yes.

I write too many sad stuff, and sorry in advance :)

Anyways, for the context, the first ctf game where Perry gets claimed was also the game responsible for Heja getting her Luke-scar. Ya seeing where I'm going?

Have fun.

Anathea's POV

"Someone's here." I said. We were in the middle of our first capture the flag game.

I looked around, trying to find movements in the greenery around us. There. Did I saw a bow? That gives us either the option of it being an Apollo kid, so they're on our team or it could be someone else from the opposing team. I don't remember someone else than an apollo kid on our team choosing a bow as weapon. "Yep I notice them too." Heja whispered. I jumped down from the tree as Heja stayed in it. For a few seconds a burning sensation went through my ankles and feet. Ouch, that was a bad landing I say to myself. Then I look around again.

Then suddenly behind us someone charged. "Dammit!" I said. I didn't expect that. I raised my sword and shield. I heard Heja either coming down or something else as I raised my sword towards the camper. They seemed very skilled, and I had a hard time holding up my guard.

At some point an intense pain goes through my left hand. "Dammit" I say again. "I'm a lefty" In a split second I look at my hand. The sword went right through my palm, and is now already pulled out. I didn't know what it was but it was probably the adrenaline of the fight that prevented the pain from registering in my mind.

I suddenly heard a sound as if something was flying through the air and then a scream. Then a thud, but I couldn't turn around to check who or what or I might end up in the same state. I noticed more running. Another scream. I fought more, held up my guard more. My only thought? No one touches my best friend.

Another scream. Then silence. The pain in my left hand started to register. With the last of my power I slashed an unusually hard attack. I found myself having disarmed the other camper. The sword went flying through the woods and the camper ran away to find it again. I turned around, to see the sight of an unconscious Heja laying on the ground, a spear next to her and a huge cut on her face which was bleeding badly. I kneeled down, only barely awake from the trance I was in. I fought with skill I never knew I carried. 

"Fuck no.." I said. I looked around, tears mixing with my vision. "Anyone! HELP!" I screamed. I turned back to Heja, who was slowly starting to gain consciousness again. Her glasses were next to her, broken. "Heja if you die, honestly I'll fucking kill you."

But there was no one.

I resorted to my own knowledge, ripping off a piece of my shirt and pressing it against Heja's eye, trying to stop the horrible amount of blood that was gushing out of the wound.

I didn't know what I was doing but I was doing it.

Heja, now awake knew what I was doing at least. She started to to press the cloth against her face himself.

Heja's POV

I came down right after Anathea. How the heck did she do that so fast? I did see her face twist a bit so I assumed my friend had a bad landing. I saw her fighting and raised my own knives as I landed. Unfortunately as inexperienced as we were I didn't know how to attack the camper without hurting Anathea, so I stood still.

And that was my mistake.

No one is stupid enough to go alone, especially when ctf is the circumstance. Out of the bushes a hand appeared, then an arm and then I saw a spear was in that hand. The spear was already halfway to my left eye when I realized what happened. With Demigod instincts and the analyzing power only a daughter of Athena had I realized I'd be wounded, but with a little luck I could make it less fatal and with even more luck have an Apollo kid somewhere around here.