Misfits (PJO and HOO fanfic)

Chapter 8

Warning: this chapter contains scenes with slight violence and gruesome content, you have been warned!

*Piper's POV*

I stood next to Leo's convulsing body, hoping he wouldn't be permanently damaged. Jason and Annabeth were following Bandaid downstairs, Frank and Hazel were following who I believe is Sparks upstairs. I stood, pacing back and forth, waiting for Leo to wake up, or at least stop convulsing. There were three door that lead to the different staircases, on that lead to the bathroom, and one next to the bathroom that lead to a different room. I stepped onto the staircase platform and looked to see if either of the two groups were returning... Which they weren't. I sighed and reentered the room, but froze when I saw a boy with blonde hair standing beside Leo staring at me. There were three girls sitting on the couch behind him along with another blonde boy. Two of the girls were brunette, except for the red head from earlier.

"Hey." The blonde boy, who I think is Top Dog, said from the couch. They had all dyed their hair, so it was hard to tell who's who. I did know that the boy standing over Leo was Wires. I jumped as the door to the staircase behind me slammed shut. I whipped around and saw Fist. He may have dyed his hair blonde, but it was pretty obvious that this almost 7 foot tall giant was him.

"So, let's cut to the chase. You're Piper McLean correct? Daughter of Tristan McLean?" Wires asked me calmly. I turned to him and nodded, confused and frightened by how he knew my full name.

"Well, we are representatives from Camp Criminal, and we would like to bring you to Camp for your own 'safety'." He air quoted safety. I was about to pull out my Katoptris, when I heard a quick swish and pain surged through my head. I fell to the ground, my vision blurry. I put my hand to where I was hit and then looked at my hand, which was covered in blood. Blood was dripping from a large gash and slight dent in my head. I looked up slightly and saw Fist with a gun in hand. He must have hit me with it. My vision continued to blur, and nausea swept over me.

"We have to move now, strap her down." Top Dog said. I was soon picked up and strapped to Fist's back. They walked into the other room and we're headed to the elevator shaft, which had a rope hanging from on of the higher floors. Fist was going leading the group and waited for everyone to go through. Sparks was walking into the other room when she turned around and fell to the ground. There was some yelling and a new figure appeared, yelling my name. Leo?

"Let her go!" Leo yelled, while the others left Sparks unconscious in the doorway and Leo stumbling over to try and help. Fist went last and jumped into the elevator shaft, grabbing the rope and moving down quickly. Leo didn't follow, knowing he wouldn't last in his current state. Then everything became blobs of black and white, before I blacked out.

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I jolted awake, finding myself sitting in an old metal chair. A large metal table was in front of me with another chair on the other side. My wrists were clamped onto the table by thick metal restraints, making me unable to lift my arms and only able to move my fingers. My ankles were strapped to the front legs of the chair and my chest tied to the back of the chair. My head ached and my vision was slightly blurry, but getting better. I was sitting in a room facing a small fireplace next to the only door. The floor and walls were all stone, a dim orange light lit up the room, coming from the skylight over my head. There were a few pipes coming out of the ceiling and some on the walls. Based on the light coming from the skylight, it was either sunset or sunrise. There was also a small camera in one of the corners. I heard a small click as the door unlocked, allowing a small amount of extra light and a blonde boy entered, holding a metal briefcase. The door closed I didn't recognize who he was until he sat down across from me. Wires.