Angel of Darkness (a Percy Jackson Fanfiction) ~SLOW UPDATES~

Chapter IX

Olivia POV

The next day was full of more training and hard work, the squads were doing what Neptune called "group bonding," but felt more like a boot camp, probably because it practically was.  We had one week before we went to raid Camp Olympia and turn the demigods back to normal. To be honest, I didn't know if that was enough time for us to prepare, but we had to try, this couldn't go on any longer. 

I was currently pounding the crap out of a punching bag, my knuckles bruising under the force, as I decided like an idiot not to wear gloves. I was taking all my stress out of the last few days out, and honestly it was making me feel a bit better, except for the fact that my knuckles were gonna hurt like Hades later, or anytime I picked up a sword. 

"Oi, brat, would you stop trying to break your hands?" Levi commented, as he watched me slam my right fist into the punching bag with so much force you heard my knuckles crack. 

"Sorry, and I thought I told you to stop calling me brat." I retorted with a glare while rubbing my aching joints. 

"He calls everyone brat don't feel so singled out." Jackson says as Lily swings her sword at him. I rolled my eyes and went back to slamming my fists at the punching bag until someone grabbed my arms. I break free turning to see who it was, though I had a feeling. Levi looked as if he wanted to kill me at the moment, but seemed to decide against it. He grabbed my hands, examining my knuckles. Now that I got a good look at them, I could see why Levi wanted me to stop. My knuckles were bruised with a black, blue, and purple hue, well some had skin burns on them. My right hand was bleeding slightly and now did I realize how bad it burns. Levi sighed, obviously annoyed that I didn't heed his advice and stop before it got bad. He grabbed my wrists dragging me along behind him, heading towards the medical supplies cabinet, finding what he needed, and closing the doors. He had grabbed bandages, a bowl, and what looked like Nectar, and had me sit on the floor in front of him so he could fix my hands up.

He takes the bowl, setting it on the floor, then the bottle, and dumps it's contents on my hands, and it started to burn. "Ow! Stop! That burns!" I yelped trying to pull my hands away, but Levi's grip on my wrists was much stronger, and he tightened his fingers around my wrist trying to get me to stop squirming.

"It's your own fault. If you weren't trying to break your hands we wouldn't be in this situation trying to clean them and dress the wounds, now would we?" He answered back, drying my hands off with his shirt and wrapping one hand, then the other. "Your hands get to heal naturally now, have fun." And with that, he walked away. I sighed, looking at the bandages. This was gonna be a long recovery, but it was my fault. To take my mind off of my hands, I went to the archery course. Apparently, I was the only child of Poseidon/Neptune who could actually shoot. I grabbed my bow and headed for the range. 

Arriving at the range, I realized I wasn't alone. Will was shooting his bow as well, completely focused on the targets in front of him, and didn't notice my arrival. I thought about saying hi, but decided against it. He probably didn't want to talk to me anyways. My fingers deftly placed the arrow on the bow, and pulled the bowstring taut, preparing to shoot. I focused on the target in front of me, and shot. My arrow barely missed the center. I had already grabbed another arrow from the quiver and planted it in the bow, when I heard Will's voice.

 "Hey Liv," he said, breaking the silence of the archery range.

I pointed the bow towards the ground, and looked at him. "Hi Will." I answered, slowly slackening the bowstring so that it wouldn't shoot at my feet. I set my bow gently on the bow holder next to me. 

 He gently grabs my hands in his to examine the cloths wrapped around them. "What happened?"

"I got in a fight with the punching bag, and I guess it won," I laughed a bit, and looked at Will. He had a smirk on his face. 

"I see," Will lets go of my wrists, and his hands hold my own. "and why, per se, didn't you just use ambrosia or nectar to heal it?"

"Because Levi's using it to teach me a lesson since I didn't listen to him when he told me to stop."

Will sighed, "Tch, tch, tch. Always listen to Levi, especially because that's gonna hurt like Hades for the next few days."

"Yeah, well, nothing I can do about it now except deal with it." I replied picking my bow back up. I aimed for the center of the target, drew back the bowstring, and released the arrow. We watched as the soaring arrow hit dead center in the target. 

"Nice shot." Will said, going back to his own target to grab his own bow.

 "Do you want to maybe... go get lunch?" I ask. He nodded, and we set our bows and quivers in their proper places and started heading back to the mess hall. As we traveled through the corridors, Will's hand slowly grabbed mine. 

I glanced at his face, seeing the slight blush of his cheeks. Suddenly his eyes flicker to meet mine, and he raises an eyebrow as if questioning what I'm waiting for.

My cheeks started to burn as I intertwine our fingers.