HofO: A Prank War Worthy of the Gods

Revenge

Hey guys. I've been MIA for about a year now and let's just say school kinda took over every part of my life and that's why I haven't been around.

Anyway disclaimer time. If you're just joining this story, I'm Jess, I'm 16, and for those of you who don't know me you can check my profile for the rest. New Chapter for the this story that's like 2 years old. Oh well. You know what they say, better late than never.

Colin: Oh for the love of-GET ON WITH IT

Me: And for those of you who really don't know me, this is Colin. He's British, annoying, and tells me if my writing's bad. Moving on. Colin, the disclaimer please?

Colin: Yes, yes, StayNotaGrownUp owns nothing la la Rick Riordan owns all rights to the series and no copyright infringement is intended. Did I get it all?

Me: Great. You did something right for once. Okay Chincillas: THE NEXT CHAPTER.

Piper had battled Cyclopses, an ice goddess, King Midas, and even werewolves. Basically she'd seen some crazy stuff, But despite all of that, she was not prepared when her boyfriend came storming down towards his cabin completely covered in feathers and smelling strangely of maple syrup. Piper bit her cheek. I will not laugh. I will not laugh. I will not laugh. I will not laugh. Just hear him out first. Maybe it was an accident. But Piper could barely surpress the laughter that was creeping up her throat. She swallowed, taking a deep breath and adopting a look of confusion, which wasn't all that hard to do. After all, Jason was sporting a trendy breakfast topping and the inside of a pillow. Confusion wasn't the hardest emotion to bring up in a situatuion like that.

"Either you've completely lost your mind," Piper said, plucking a feather off the top of her boyfriend's head, "Or you decided to put on a fashion show using only household items you could find in the camp". Jason rolled his eyes.

"Neither actually," he groaned, blowing a wayward feather out of his face. "One minute I'm walking into my cabin, the next, I'm covered in this," he motioned towards his entire body. Piper stifled a laugh and struggled to regain composure.

"So you, uh, you wanna tell me how this happened?" She snickered. Jason wasn't laughing at Piper's amusement. He stared, dead-panned, and began to recall the incident.

"Well I was coming down here to get my stuff so I could go to the bath house. I went inside the cabin and all Hades broke lose when I stepped over a trip wire. First it was a bucket of water, then syrup, and then a lovely topping of pillow stuffing. Then I hear laughter coming from outside and satan's little engineer is at the top of the hill, doubled over and having the time of his life, courtesy of yours truly".

That was it. Piper couldn't hold it in any longer. She busted out laughing and bent over she was laughing so hard. She put her hands on her knees to support herself. A few tears made their way out of the corners of her eyes. Jason groaned loudly.

"Oh come on! I thought you of all people would be on my side!"

Piper tried to catch her breath. "Ja-jason," she said, giggling in between, "I am on your side, but this," she motioned to his attire, "this is too much!" She then began another fit of laughter while Jason crossed his arms and impatiently tapped his foot.

After she was able to suck in a few breaths, Piper straightened up.

"Are you quite finished?" He asked sarcastically. Piper pursed her lips with a smile.

"I think so, Chicken Boy," she smirked. Jason squinted his eyes and Piper put her hands up in defense. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry".

"Good," Jason nodded triumphantly. "But now that you're here. I'm gonna need some help".

"Help with what, exactly," Piper aseked suspiciously.

"Revenge," Jason stated in a tone quite unlike Piper had ever heard before. Was that a mischievious underlying tone in his voice? "I can't let Human Torch get all the fun, can I?"

"Flame on," Piper grinned wickedly.

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Leo had been hiding out in his cabin for probably the past three hours in fear of his latest prank victim coming to murder him. After he'd lost Jason by diving into the Hermes cabin for shelter (which they totally let him hang out in for like an hour due to the Stoll Brother's acceptance of 'an emergency due to the pranking of my best friend'), Leo had snuck his way back to Cabin 9 and retreated, with his bed, into the underground bunker that was his bedroom/safehouse.

Now he lay on his comforter, staring at the ceiling and completely bored out of his mind. The constant tick-tick-ticking and whirring of the machines around him only intensified his boredom, and he began to feel his ADHD worsening as each second passed.

Finally, the silence of it all became too much and he sighed loudly. He pulled the lever on the left side of his bed and the floor began propelling him up towards the surface of Cabin 9. When got there, he expected everyone to be working around the place on new machines and projects. But there was not a soul in sight and the only noise audbile was the constant whirring of the machines left on. He looked at his watch: Dinner wasn't for another hour.

He slid his feet onto the floor, stood up, and stretched. He figured the cabin kids were probably at Bunker 9 working on some plans for the Argo II. They'd had the day off today, but Leo guessed they'd gone anyway. He figured he'd go meet up with them for a while before dinner.

Leo took a step forward and didn't realize what had happened until it was too late. A giant strip of saran wrap covered in something sticky, (and smelling suspiciously of honey) clinged to his face and smeared the sticky substance everywhere. Temporarily blinded but not immobolized, Leo made the mistake of continuing forward. He felt something hook onto the back of his pants and then suddenly his feet were flying forward after losing his balance by tripping over a thick piece of rope. He managed to regain his balance and quickly rip off the saran wrap, but not without having whatever hooked onto his pants completely pull them down to his ankles. Leo stumbled forward towad the front of the cabin door. He fell forward against it and the door swung open, allowing a bucket to free fall towards his head. A ploom of pink powder shot up all around him, completely dowsing him in soft smelling dust. Leo stood there for a moment, in his bright red glow-in-the-dark plaid boxers, pink dust falling in tiny particles around him, until a burst of laughter rose up around him.

He felt his cheeks grow red hot as he lifted the bucket from his head and peeked out from under it. Standing directly in front of him, was not only Jason and not only Piper, but the entirety of Cabin 9. Jason and Piper stood with their arms crossed, grinning, while everyone was trying not to collapse in complete laughter. Leo felt his temperature rising until his shirt started smoking. He quickly reached for his pants, but the bucket fell back over his face, releasing a new explosion of powder and causing another burst of laughter. He threw the bucket off his head and held his pants by the waist. Staring blankly at the crowd before him, he lowered his eyes with a sinister smile and narrowed eyes.

"Jason Grace. Piper Mclean," he said, causing everyone in front of him to fall silent, "I hope you know what you've started. Because there is no going back now".

Then he turned around defiantly, with the waist of his pants still in his hands, and walked away, the gears in his head turning at a mischievous and dangerous pace.