You think your life is crazy?

Chapter 4 Magnus- I Hate Hunting Season.

So here's a sentence I never thought I would say. A rainbow splatter paint cosplayer killed my goat friend with their arsenal of painted guns and now I'm in a tree ready to be yelled at by my fellow demigod cousin or the daughter of Loki. This is now my life. Awesome.
So how did I know Alex was in that tree? She insisted on coming with me. I couldn't prevent her from coming. So I told her to wait in the tree so I could check in with Annabeth on our plans for the summer before she met Alex.
Obviously, those plans didn't go so well.

Alex punched me in the arm causing me to almost fall out of the tree, "How did you get the attention of a crazy gunmen this time?"

"I've never done that."

"You sure?" She arched her eyebrow.

The blonde girl...Sadie, I think, piped up, "Um are you going to help us or are you two love birds going to argue?"

"Love b-"

"I don't know, honey? Who are these people?" She smirked.

I sighed, "Friends of Annabeth. So are you going to he-" I heard my cousin yelp, "Annie!" I covered my mouth hoping not to give away where we were. I looked out to see Annabeth shot in the leg but still fighting. Alex turned into an bald eagle and started to attack the gunman.

"Oh cool a bald eagle!" The boy said. "No one turns into those."

"Well Carter who wants to turn into one when there are always penguins in the house?"

"Hey could you distract the gunman while I get to Annabeth?" I said. They glanced at each other and seemed to have a silent understanding then nodded at me. It kinda reminded me of how Hearth and Blitz did when they knew to protect me from something I couldn't handle myself. It made me smile a bit. 

Carter and Sadie jumped down to join Alex in her FBS, Federal Bird Scratching. "Hey! 1980s! Over here!" Carter yelled with his big hook ready. The splatter paint gunslinger turned his head towards the pajama boy giving me a chance to grab Annabeth and run as fast as I could to safety, which, in our case, was inside The Battle of Bunker Hill Museum. It was closed, luckily, due to some maintenance thing. I didn't really care to check.

Annabeth gave me an annoyed look. "Annie?"

"It just slipped out! Now hold still." Pressed my hand against her leg. She winced but obviously didn't want to let on how much pain she was really in. I concentrated on that one spot, letting warmth spill out of me. After a minute or two I felt the bullet in my hand. Annabeth just stared at me. "What?"

"Nothing." She said. Though it came out so quick I almost missed it.

I handed her the bullet, "Anything magical from you guys?"

She inspected it,"It's made of celestial bronze. The only other person that I've seen have these is my dad."

I managed not to choked on my own spit, "Wait your dad made bullets out of-" I remembered the weapons we used in Valhalla. Particularly, Alex's choice favorite. "Never mind." 

"It looks like my Dad's handy work too." She continued. "But we both know that, that's not my father."

"Unless he's gone crazy and walked into a paint ball field." She laughed at that. Then we got a loud reminder that we were still in a battle. The glass shattered and a bear roar was heard just outside the doors.

I could hear yelling some curses outside,"Oh bloody-! Sebetj!" We started to hear someone laughing hysterically and the gun fire temporarily stopped. Annabeth was grinning which frightened me.

She was also thinking and her eyes darted to me, "You can disarm people nearby right?"

"Yeah wh-" I nearly facepalmed. Of course.

"How close do you have to be?"

"It doesn't have to be too close." She nodded and sprang her plan into action.  She opened the door using it as a shield so she wouldn't be shot again. The fight moved inside. Alex was back to being Alex, fighting along side Carter and Jack. Our favorite bright gunman was still giggling like an idiot. He had a glowing symbol floating around him that looked like something you'd see at the Ancient Egyptian exhibit in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. I didn't take much time to think about it. I didn't really have any. I concentrated and concentrated and... Nothing. I looked at the others. Annabeth's eyes were practically bulging out of her head, Any time now! She seemed to say.

Then Alex got shot in the shoulder.