Betrayed and Alone

Training Part 3(20): Omega's POV

           *Edited

             I resisted the urge to grin when I saw the camper's faces when they heard that the "duel" was just a demonstration. Ha. They can't even dream of fighting as good as me or Spike. Their reactions when Spike said it was time to train? Priceless. All the Warriors closed in on the campers that hadn't fainted, and me and Spike divided the campers into their cabins. The entire Ares cabin (none had fainted) was first. Even Clarisse looked nervous. Well, just like what Spike said: Time to train. Spike lead them to an easy obstacle course, well, easy for us, almost impossible for the campers. They tried to stall, looking at the slashing blades and robotic dummies with wide eyes. "It's now or never, you know. But you know that YOU are the war models for the rest of the campers, right? They depend on YOU." I said calmly, trying to convince them without making it obvious.

         That struck a nerve. Clarisse glared at her fellow campers, disgust evident on her face. "Cowards!" She snarled before unsheathing her sword and charging into the quick obstacle course, slashing and stabbing and unsheathing another sword. But she was getting overwhelmed. I sighed before charging in and began fighting back-to-back with Clarisse. She blinked gratefully at me when we reached the other side. I looked expectantly at the rest of the cabin. They hesitated before charging in, two at a time. I felt a feeling of satisfaction as the rest of the campers charged in, not to be outdone by the Ares cabin, which made it through with hardly a scratch. This was going better than I expected- until Jack charged in and was instantly defeated by a small robot dummy and fainted. Pathetic.

           I forced myself to walk in there and save the pathetic excuse of a demigod. I forcefully dragged him out and dumped him on the ground, kicking him in the side. He woke up, staring up at me with the smallest hint of fear. Silence. Every one seemed to hold their breath, expecting me to announce that he was useless and then kill him. I wish. I glared at him with narrowed eyes (They're sea green surrounded by gold, like a fire and a few golden specks) and he cringed. I pointed my sword at him. "Is this some kind of a joke to you? We're fighting a war," I snarled savagely, "Choose which side you're on. We can't afford to save a useless idiot from a baby hellhound every battle. Man up." Jack whimpered and I sheathed my sword with a low growl. I stalked away from the coward, and barked at the stunned campers, "Well? What are you looking at? Move! We're burning daylight here!" Almost at once did all the campers look away. Cowards.

          All except for one. Clarisse La Rue. She studied me with a suspicious, almost hopeful look. I remembered how she was the last of my friends to leave. She had been the only uncertain camper when practically everyone had turned on me and tortured me. My last friend. I narrowed my eyes and looked her in the eyes. She blinked once before looking away. I leaned casually against Spike and glared at the campers. "Now duel each other. We need to see how well you would fight with a demigod who joined the other side. One of you pretend to be the enemy, and you must fight without mercy. Remember, enemy demigods will always, always go for the kill. You must knock them out effectively, even if it's someone you know. Try to tie them up and take away their weapons." I said in a monotone, as Luke and Revenge divided the campers and gave one half some rope. "You may begin." Spike growled emotionlessly, his words echoing in the arena. The campers hesitated before charging.

         Clarisse was merciless, blocking slashing swords and slamming the hilt of her sword on the "enemy" demigods' heads and managing to tie up the limp half-bloods. Jack just screamed and ran in circles. Coward. He hid behind others- he could hardly call himself a demigod! I resisted the wolfish urge to get rid of the weakness- Jack- that was holding back the rest of the half-bloods. Go figure. I yawned- this was getting boring. I walked out, with Spike's yellow eyes burning into my back. I stalked into the Chaos Cabin and went in my ocean-like room. I locked the door and collapsed onto my soft bed, effectively stopping myself from killing a certain idiotic demigod. I would also have to stop myself from Turning, which always drained me of my energy. I glared at the sea green ceiling and wondered why tonight had to be a full moon. Why? I'm a werewolf. Nobody knows (no one, not Nobody. You know what I mean!) but me and Spike. Not even my team knows, and not even Chaos himself.

A few hours later....................................................................................................

          I bucked on my bed, glad that my room was sound proof when it was the full moon. I fell off the bed on all fours and my hands and feet began to grow fur. I fought back against the transformation, but my hands and feet turned into paws, and within five minutes I was a unusually large winged black wolf. I growled deep in my throat and flapped my black, feathered wings in frustration. I yawned, and made myself curl on my soft bed. I couldn't stop the fanged grin from forming when I wondered how well the campers would fight a werewolf that commanded an entire army. Or, more specifically, how well Jack would fight me in my wolf form. I flexed my long ivory claws, imagining myself repeatedly slashing the throat of the half-blood that had ruined my life. I growled and whimpered as I roughly shook my head, trying to rid myself of the thought of revenge.

        I sighed- I obviously wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. Those campers better pray for mercy to their pathetic parents- I was going to make training a living hell. At once did my vicious wolf side agree with me- I was going to make the campers pay. If I was going to stay in my living hell, Camp Half-Hell, their training was going to be one as well. I stopped growling and whimpering and curled into a tight ball, with a evil wolfish smile. Those campers would pay for their mistrust and disloyalty, accusing me for every bad thing that had happened to them. I snarled and bared my sharp fangs. After everything I had done for them, they carelessly tossed me into Tarturas and left me to die. I flexed my claws again, and my old loyalty made me pause. Should I? I sighed and let my majestic wolf head droop. I sighed again and glared at the wall, wanting every half-blood that had done me wrong to feel my pain.

        I shifted and looked at my heavily curtained window. Don't even think about it. I scolded myself, but my body seemed to have a mind of it's own. My paws carried me their, and I pushed the curtains away, gazing longingly at the forest. My claws twitched, and I carefully opened the window and softly jumped out, making sure I did not leave a mark. I carefully stalked into the woods, and then began running, tongue hanging out as I swiftly raced all over the place. I dimly thought that this was not the right behavior for the Commander of the Chaotic Army, but I did not care. I leaped high into the air, when a silver net barely missed me. My eyes widened in horror- the Hunters of Artemis! Now I ran faster than before, but there was no careless joy in this chase.

         Silver arrows narrowly missed me, and I panted as I spun around the woods, trying to escape the relentless Hunters. I winced when a silver arrow pierced my leg, but I gripped it and ripped it out before continuing to run, jumping into a lake and healing my wound before managing to lose the maidens. I hid in the shadows as I slunk back to the cabin, my window still open. I made sure I had left no tracks before painfully crawling in the window and closing it. That was too close. My inner wolf mentally screamed at me to rid the woods of the Hunters and to have fun running around. I panted and leaped onto my bed. I put my muzzle between my paws, and a single tear ran down my face as I remembered my possibly dead ex-cousin looking at me in disgust.

        I growled and furiously wiped away the tear. That was in the past. I had to tend to the future- save the world again. I smiled at the thought of immediately returning to the planet Chaos once I was done with this mission. The thought even made me wag my fluffy tail. Nothing would hold me back. But then I thought about Sarah Winter, her curly blonde hair and deep icy blue eyes. I shook my head and snorted when I thought about what Spike would say: "He's a goner when it comes to blondes!" I was. I yawned and looked at my mirror, sea green eyes gazing back at me. I loved the fiery yellow ring that surrounded them, and the golden specks in my eyes. I smiled sadly, closing my eyes and looking away. I thought about training again, and growled. I wasn't going to be the favorite trainer. Eh. Don't really care. 

I'm sorry that it's sorta short, but there is going to be a lot of parts. I'll update as soon as I can. So, are you surprised about Omega's secret? What do you think is going to happen at training? Should I make a sequel? Should I reveal Omega's identity in this book? Am I awesome? (Yes, obviously.) Should I kill off Spike in the end? Yes? No? Comment if you want something. I'm open to ideas and I'm not Rick Riordan.