Betrayed and Alone

Training (21)Part 4: 3rd Person

     

          Omega yawned and got up, pleased that he was a human again. He quickly took a shower and got dressed, grabbing all of his weapons. Hey- always be prepared, right? After making sure his hood and mask was on, he grinned almost evilly. Time to train. He darted out of the Chaos Cabin, slipping into the shadows, his eyes gleaming mysteriously. He was the first to arrive in the arena. Perfect. He modified the arena, making it look like a battlefield ready to be used. Omega unsheathed a sword that Spike had made, dangerously spinning it and tossing it into the air and snatching it out of the air, always grabbing it by the hilt. The campers that had been rounded up seemed surprised. They paused, staring at Omega accusingly. Just like the time they had surrounded him... Omega glared at them harshly, making them flinch.

         Sarah stared at him with her intense blue eyes, and he met her gaze evenly. "So, are you half-bloods are going to stand there and stare at me all day?" Omega snapped, looking away from Sarah and glaring at the campers. Almost at once did all the campers look away, grabbing some armor and weapons and taking their places on the battlefield. Omega nodded, satisfied. Then he saw Jack. "Hey! What are you doing?" Omega barked, glaring at the demigod. "I'm putting on armor!" Jack answered indignantly. Omega glared at him, eyes suspicious. "Well, hurry up! We don't have all day!" Omega growled. Jack sneered at the Commander, and snapped, "Make me!" All the campers watched, horrified, as Omega stalked towards Jack. It obviously was not going to end well.      

        When Omega stopped, he was an inch away from Jack's face, and he seemed to tower over the camper even when he was about the same height. Omega casually tossed his sword into the air and neatly caught it by the hilt, all while glaring at Jack. "So you want me to make you hurry up." Omega said in a low dangerous voice with a hint of amusement. Jack backed up as the Commander tossed the sword in the air again, and every camper watched. "Well?"Omega growled expectantly. "W-what?" Jack stuttered. "MOVE!" Omega snarled so loudly that Jack jumped 5 feet into the air. "Yes, sir!" Jack mumbled and quickly put on his armor and staggered onto the battlefield in less then a minute.

         The Commander watched with satisfaction, and sheathed his sword. "Your challenge is to do what you did yesterday: Fight each other and try to get the other side to lessen by knocking them out and tying them up. All of you believe that you are on the right side: that is your motive. At the end of the hour, the side with the most demigods wins. I made this battlefield to get you used to the real thing. Now, what are you waiting for? CHARGE!" Omega announced, and every demigod charged each other. Just that moment, a sleepy Spike stumbled through the doors and looked puzzled when he saw a battlefield with charging half-bloods. Then he spotted Omega, and he grinned.

        Spike darted towards the other Commander, and the half-wolf whispered,"Um, am I in the right place?" Omega chuckled, making a few demigods glance at him in surprise before going back to training. "Yes, you're in the right place." Omega said, amused. Spike grinned in a Just-checking sort of way. Spike curled around Omega protectively. "It was a full moon last night." The wolf growled softly into Omega's ear. The younger Commander rolled his eyes and muttered, "I know." Then he jumped away from Spike's protective circle of fur with a hint of annoyance. He stood there and waited until the hour was over before yelling: "FREEZE!"

         Every demigod froze and collapsed in exhaustion. Omega stalked into the field, counting the demigods before deciding who won. "Clarisse's team won!" He announced. Everyone on that team cheered groggily, and Omega carefully untied the ropes on the captured demigods. Omega leaned back and studied the tired demigods. "Training is over for the day. Rest up." He growled. Every demigod cheered and staggered to their feet and stumbled out of the arena. "That was generous of you." Spike yawned. Omega glared at him and snapped, "I only did that so if an army suddenly invaded the camp they would have the energy to fight it off." Spike gave him the I'm-sure-you-did face. But they didn't know that a certain daughter of Athena was eavesdropping. She smiled and then started listening again. "-do you ever get the feeling that you're being watched?" Omega was saying, glancing around suspiciously. Spike sniffed the air, and Annabeth immediately darted through the still-open doors.

          "Nope." Spike decided, trying to curl around Omega again. "Will you stop doing that!?" Omega growled, barely avoiding the furry protective circle again. "Nope." Spike grinned before finally trapping Omega in a protective circle and hiding Omega with his fluffy tail. "You know, sometimes I swear that you are evil!" Omega's muffled voice complained. "I'm sure you do." Spike purred. Spike gripped Omega tighter when he struggled and kicked at him. "Can you let me go?!" Omega pleaded. "Nope." Spike replied. Omega huffed and gave Spike a heavy kick before Spike's paws gripped him tighter. Spike uncurled and reared with a yelp of pain, freeing the other Commander. "Why would you do that?" Spike pouted. "Because I saw your face." Omega replied before laughing. "That's mean!" Spike gave him the puppy dog eyes while pouting. "Well... I have places to go. Later!" Omega darted through the door, jumping over a trip wire.

           Omega rolled his eyes and slipped into the shadows, and came out when he reached the Chaos Cabin. He stalked in and darted in his room, locking it. Then he yawned and collapsed into his soft bed. Might as well, right? After all, he barely got any sleep. He yawned again before blinking a few times. If only Omega had known that someone had managed to drug his pills (Omega has pills that substituted his meals, because he thinks that he's going to be poisoned.), and that that someone was Order, Chaos's evil brother. Evil laughter filled the room, and Omega twitched in his sleep before relaxing. Order crept closer and closer, a knife in his hand, before disappearing. Spike had picked the lock and charged into the room. His head swung around, looking for the presence he had sensed. He had chased it away. Spike smelled a drugged Omega and growled, deep in his throat. Order would pay.                

So.... What did you think? I think the sequel should be a Percy Jackson/Harry Potter crossover, in the battle in which Harry defeats Voldemort. No, the 5th year. Does that sound good? Any ideas? No? Anyways, I'll update ASAP, but I won't have a lot of time because of.... EXAMS! I feel awesome-er when I update, though. :). Later!