I wake up in the dark. Its loud outside, and I can hear campers running around having fun. And I can hear someone in my room. My heart beat picks up. I writhe and turn to look. I can't see. My eyes hurt and I can't see through the burns.
"I'm not stupid. I have ears. I know you're in here. Are you that girl from yesterday? I don't need help!" I groped around on the ground for my stick. No luck. My mouth was dry, my stomach hollow, just counting days until I would be dead.
It comes over. I can hear it. A voice, barely a whisper.
"Open your mouth" I'm stubborn for a second. And then I smell soup. Warm. Fragrant. I open my mouth a smidge. Soup fills my mouth. I chew and swallow and consider my options. I could be a stubborn baby and deprive myself of the closest thing to Elysium I'll ever get, our I could open my mouth and eat the heavenly soup.
"You're lucky this is good" I grumbled, allowing her (Him, someone, whatever) to feed me. I heard it sigh.
"Who are you?" I asked, between spoonfuls of joy. Maybe it was drugging me. Did it just drug me in the form of chicken noodle soup? Maybe. Maybe it's going to kill me, Yay! Or sell me for my organs. I hope it's going to sell me for my organs. I suggest selling me for my organs. She laughs. I am sure it is a she now. She has a girly laugh.
"You're that girl from yesterday" I accused "Who are you? Let me die, I'm not worth helping."
"Open your mouth, water" This time I refuse "Open" she said, forcefully this time. I moved my hand to cover my mouth.
"Not until you tell me who you are!" Instead, she dumped the water all over my face and shirt.
"Hey!" I growled, furious.
"I'll get you more water and you will drink it" I hear her leave. I get up, lean against the wall, and search for the bathroom off the side of my room. I find the door handle and make sure to close it behind me. My hands find the toilet, well, the inside of the toilet... ew. Ew...! I do my business, wash my hands, and throw off my wet shirt a bit painfully. Then I go back out. I'm mad at her, mad at everyone. Everything. Anyone else would have just left me. She has a motive, what is it, why?
I'm asleep when she comes back. I feel her shift a blanket over me. Intimidated by my muscles perhaps? I jest... When I wake I can make out her face, except, its not a face. Its a mask. Clever twit. Faceless twerp.
"Don't you hate me?" No reply "Why don't hate me? Everything is easier when you hate me" I'm used to being hated. I expect it. Hated. Feared. Whispered about, the stories that once filled the camp. He's a serial killer! He murdered his own parents! He's a sorcerer who turns people into plush toys and massacres them! He was normal once but he let a ghost possess him! (Alternate stories say demon instead of ghost) He's Kronos's pawn! (Gaea, actually.) All of them agree, I'm evil and to be avoided, so I was frequently avoided. I test the theories on her. I tell her I've murdered. (Really I only ever murdered Gwen, and she's fine, and technically Leo but they didn't find the body so who knows.) I tell her I killed my parents. (I haven't even seen my parents since I was four so...) I mention turning people into teddy bears and gutting them. Casually let slip being possessed by a demon. Letting Kronos and Gaea work through me. She just laughs.
"All of that is a lie" She's whispering still, it bothers me.
"Gaea did work through me" I argue, stubbornly.
"And when you're better I'm sure that will be a sore spot with a lot of the campers. But I'm not really a camper" Theories about her form in my mind. Not a camper, not a Greek... A Legacy perhaps? Of Rome?
"Are you Roman?" I venture. I know who she's not. I can think of hundreds of Romans who'd just let me die.
"No" My mind is at work. I absently let her give me a drink of water, I'm too busy thinking to rebel. Not a Greek, Not a Roman, not a camper but here. Gaea? No. I'm worthless to her now. Another monster? No, I can't believe that there would be any reason for a monster to keep me alive, and also no way to get into camp. It clicks, it finally dawns on me. I know who she is, but I say nothing. She wishes to remain anonymous, but she gave herself away. I'll let her play her little game, mine is bigger, anyway. I will pretend to not know who she is. When, if, my strength returns I will reveal the secret. I will mock her. Find out her real motive and use it to humiliate her.
"Why are you here?" I will make the Oracle regret disrupting my death wish. I can't wait to get better. I'm pretty sure I'm even smiling. It's and evil grin, but I doubt she knows that.
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Hello, guuys!
I apologize for not posting at usual time, but this happens when you stay up late, specially on Saturday... Plus, I will admit that there were some comments about my stories worrying me- not the comments itself, everyone has the right to express.
What bothered me is the anonymity. It hurts more when you're a 'guest', because the anonymity reminds me of bullying (It was not my intention to get into sensitive topics, I apologize if I triggered or offended someone). Also, if you don't like it and you think my story is badly written or whatever your complain is, I have a free small advice for you... STOP READING! Saves the trouble of complaining later, uh?
Anyway, into the stories...
Rise of Ouranos (ReWrite) (former collab with LordNitro): 1 chapter.
Sis/Bro, Your Shadow is Hot!: 1 chapter. (On a side note, you think I should change the word Hot to Hawt in the title...? I'd like to hear your thoughts)
Maidenhood (adopted from TheColorofBoom): 1 chapter. This is the last chapter written by TheColorofBoom and I have the blessing to continuing it... fingers crossed so you like it!
Masked Hearts (former collab with Hugs6): 1 chapter.
Quest: Matchmade (former collab with Hugs6): 1 chapter.
I hope you guys have a great last-weekend of January!
xoxo, SilverHuntresses
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