Camp Half Blood: One "Salty" Adventure

Chapter 1: Perspective One

Pic of Cole Above ☝🏻

Cole's POV:

It was late at night as I got ready to go to bed. I grabbed a blanket, and got comfortable. But, just as I closed my eyes to sleep, I heard a loud BANG and then the distinct sound of glass breaking. My first instinct kicked in as I ran down the stairs. My parents weren't home since they worked nights, but somebody was in here. I saw him. A man with all black on. He was stuffing my mom's jewelry and other valuable things into a box. Then, he saw me. I ran for the door, but he was faster than me. He seized my arm and dragged me outside to his black van. I was blindfolded and hit over the head with something that made me feel heavy. The last thing I heard was "take him to Olthen." And then everything went into a black haze.

I woke up with my whole body burning. I couldn't see anything, but I knew there was a sack of some sort on my head. I tried to take it off, but my hands were tied tightly behind my back. I was so scared. I was so tired. Wait.... who- who am I? Should I know this information? Wait wait... a names coming back to me... C-Chris? No... Cam?..... no no that's not it. C-... Cole? Yeah, yeah that's it. Cole. My name is a Cole.

When I figured out my name, I started to feel fear build up in me. Especially the second I heard the sound of loud boots hitting the floor, slowly coming closer. As if the person wearing them was trying to build up the fear residing inside me. If they were, it was definitely working. Once I felt like they were directly in front of me, they stopped. After a moment, I felt the sack on my head being moved and soon it was off of my head. It took my eyes a second to adjust to the lighting, which was brighter than I thought it was going to be. I saw the man in front of me. He looked like he's been around the block and has definitely seen some things, probably done some things, that would scar anyone just by the thought of it. Sight of it? Kiss your innocence goodbye. I looked up at him, fear in my eyes. What did this guy want from me? He already took my memory from me... well I assumed it was him. He looked like he was capable of doing that and maybe more. He began talking, his voice gruff and deep. "Cole, I presume." I gave him a questioning look.

"H-how-" he cut me off.

"I know everything, child. However... you contain one thing I don't..." He explained to me, practically spitting out every word as if it were venom.

"I'll tell you anything, please just don't hurt me." I begged him. He laughed as I whimpered in fear.

"Oh, I'll hurt you. Even if you do tell me what I want. Where's the fun in just letting you go unharmed once I get what I want? You'd think the same if you were in my shoes." He walked over to a small table and rolled it over to me. I hadn't noticed it before, but I definitely noticed it now. It had a variety of these... torture tools, resting on top of it. A tear fell down my cheek as these horrible thoughts of what could happen to me began to swarm in my mind.

"P-please I-I'll do a-anything, sir... p-please." I begged shaking my head.

"Weak. That's all you are is weak." He spat.

"W-what do you want f-from me?" I asked as more tears began to brim my eyes.

"Where are they, Cole." He commanded me to answer, stepping closer.

"Wh-who?" I was so confused. He startled me when he grabbed the sides of the chair that I sat on. It rocked me but I was immediately at a standstill. He came so close to my face, eye to eye, barely an inch away.