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five // cough syrup - young the giant

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And the Architect will come down from space,

Just to put you back in your place.

But you and I know the truth,

We are all alone.

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Time crept by slowly in the Hades cabin as I watched the stranger's drool slide from the left corner of his mouth down his chin. The way it dripped as if it was a tear was quite contemplative. Maybe if I were in a cheery mood I'd have laughed.

The stranger was nevertheless beautiful when he slept, and ever more so as I didn't believe he'd been aware of it. There was truly no other word to describe his face, as 'beautiful' was the only thing to come to mind as I thought. It was like my mind had betrayed me, though, and soon I felt myself in the cavern of lonesomeness as I yearned for the soft, tender kisses coming from the mischievous mouth of Him.

Somehow a twinge of sadness flickered in my mind as the stranger's eyes fluttered open. The boy at peace had disappeared, and a new arrogant face glared at me.

"You drool when you sleep," I immediately said reflectively, because the boy's scornful gaze burned holes I had to diffuse.

The boy didn't seem to appreciate the comment, but he didn't make mention of it either as he got up from the grey cot to sit. We then were able to maintain level eye contact, as I had pulled a chair to keep watch earlier.

"Who are you, and what am I doing here?" the boy asked carelessly, yawning. He let his eyes shut for a minute before looking back up at me.

I cracked my knuckles as I replied. "I suppose you didn't get the memo about Camp Half-Blood, or at least a proper one, eh?"

The boy held his head, annoyed. "Look, lady," he groaned. "I don't care if you got to sleep with me, and I don't care if you were good enough to make me want you again while we were doing it. You smoke?"

Don't show him your vulnerable side. Don't let him see your weakness. He is not worth your weakness. He is d a n g e r o u s .

I shrugged, trying to mimic his chill ease. "I'm a city runaway," I replied, looking down at my broken, squared fingernails. All the pretty, Aphrodite campers have flawless nails. "'Course I do."

The boy let out a sideways smile, making my insides slightly warmer than before. "A runaway?" he mused. "You're a bad girl, eh?"

He raped me. He took the only thing I had left -- my body. My poor, starving body praying for that cake in the window sill. Perfection, it was. And that man -- he promised me perfection. And in return, he'd have his own version of perfection. Too bad perfection wasn't what I wanted.

I copied the lopsided smile, shrugging off my past as one does to a jacket as they slide into another. "I'm a city girl at heart, dude," I winked, suddenly aware of the fact I didn't brush my hair at all. "A cramped apartment full of a weak mom and abusive dad? No thanks."

Believing the lie, the boy punched my shoulder playfully, into the little game we were playing. "How 'bout we talk about our screwed lives in a smoke outside?" he suggested, taking a pack of Marlboro out of his right pocket. He shook it in his hand, smirking. "You got a lighter?"

The way the fire rose that night with him was everything I could ever want. The heat of it against my cold, cold skin along with the warm radiating off of his body was more than perfect.

I stood up calmly from the chair and tossed my hair back calmly. "It's getting dark," I said, brushing off his question. "Harpies'll be here soon. My half-brother, luckily, is on a quest somewhere in Italy. Wanna go on the roof?"