Camp Half Blood: One "Salty" Adventure

Chapter 14

Myra's POV:

It was silent. Nothing but my breathing made any kind of noise. I hated it. I hate the silence, I hate not having Rose around, I hate not having Cole with me, and I hate not knowing if any of them are alive. I pulled my knees close to my chest and tried to hide from everything. It'd been awhile since Damian left me alone. Minutes? Hours? Days even? There was no way to tell. All of a sudden I could hear sounds. There was laughter and footsteps coming down the hallway. I flattened myself against the wall out of fear and braced myself. Two tall boys had come up to the edge of my cell peering inside. One had longer hair and the left side of his face was painted like a skull. The other boy had short gelled back hair and the right side of his face was painted like a skull. They both grinned at me and I nervously tensed up.

"What's up, Prisoner 16!?" The short haired boy smirked, he was holding a bowl of food in his hands.

"W-What do you want?" I asked, my voice shaking a bit.

"Well, Damian told us to bring you some food... so we have food." The longer haired one replied, gesturing to the bowl.

"You're the ones he sent? Seriously?" I gave him an incredulous look. I couldn't see Damian getting along with these two.

"I know we're super good looking, but there's no reason to be intimidated." The same one replied, running a hand through his hair and winking at me.

"You know, I think I'd rather be alone..." I mumbled, trying not to gag.

"No can do, M-Dawg. Damian told us to make sure you ate. And to keep you company for a bit. So we are here to stay!" The boy with the short hair piped up. I immediately got irritated. M-Dawg? What kind of a name is that?!

"Just tell him you did and leave. And M-Dawg? You're kidding right? I've killed people! I lead an army! And you chose to call me M-Dawg?" I spoke up, my anger rising over my fear. The two boys shared an evil grin as soon as they provoked me, sliding the food directly in front of me.

"Eh, I think it suits you. And us? Lie to Damian!? Why would you think that we would just tell a lie!? We are the most innocent angels!" The long haired boy replied, batting his eyelashes.

"Yeah, right. Just get the hell out. Take the food with you. I'm not eating." I snapped, pushing the food back. The short haired boy pushed it back in front of me and spoke up.

"Come on! We made it ourselves! Just for you! Just try some!" He pleaded, his eyes almost glowing with excitement.

"I'm not eating anything you two make." I eyed the food suspiciously, grabbing the bowl to take a closer look. Inside was mac n' cheese, something I hadn't eaten since I was around eight. I fidgeted with the spoon and looked up at the boys, frowning.

"Ok, then Damian made it." The short haired boy said as he tried to coax me into eating it.

"Damian said he had a job to immediately go to."

"Did he tell you what that job was?" The boy with the longer hair asked giving me a pointed look.

"Well... no, but... I'm sure it wasn't cooking." I replied.

"Well how do you know that?" The boy with the short hair was watching me intently, which made me a bit uncomfortable.

"He said his life was on the line for it." I shifted uncomfortably, moving the bowl into my lap and taking a bite of food.

"Every job we're given is a life or death situation." Walker said, the smile dropping from his face for a minute.

"I still don't trust you." I mumbled.

"Well we're not leaving til you eat." The longer haired boy smirked, resting his hands triumphantly on his hips.

"You might as well leave because that's not happening." I snapped in annoyance.

"Nah, we're good right where we are." The short haired boy leaned against the wall and slid down so he was sitting across from me. The other one quickly followed suit.

"Just go away!" I snarled, trying to back away even more.

"You're not the boss of us!" The short haired boy mocked.

"I swear I'm going to kill the both of you." I did my best to look menacing, but the boys just started laughing.

"Do it... I dare you." The longer haired boy said as he caught his breath, a wide smile still on his face.

"Let me out of this cell and I'll do it." I growled, glaring at them.

"Why would we do that? You can use your powers." The same one teased.

"You assholes! You know I can't with this thing around my ankle!" I snapped, gesturing to the device.

"That was the point, Sherlock!" The shorter haired boy burst into another round of laughter, making my face go red.

"I'll use my powers and get electrocuted again. Maybe Damian will kill you. He'll at least put the blame on you." I said mutinously.

"We can't be that bad, can we, Walker?" The shorter haired boy asked, turning to the longer haired one, whose name was apparently Walker.

"Nah, I think we're fun." Walker grinned.

"You're both awful. Get out." I ordered.

"Excuse you, this is our house! You get out!" Walker started to mock me again.

"I want to leave! I've wanted to leave this entire time! Do you think I like being kidnapped?! Are you even capable of thought?" I yelled, losing my temper.

"I think so, do you, Corbyn?" Walker asked the shorter haired boy. He grinned at the mention of his name.

"Yeah, totally. How about you, Myra? Are you capable? By the way, how's that food you're chowing on?" Corbyn gave me a triumphant smile. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"I said I'm not-shit..." My face started glowing red. At some point during the argument I had started eating the mac n cheese they had brought me. The bowl was pretty much empty now.

"Haha! Point us!" The two yelled and high fived.

"Will you leave now?" I asked impatiently.

"Oh heck no! This is the most fun we've had in awhile! Everyone here hates our antics... but with you, you don't have a choice! You have to deal with us!" I wanted to slap the smile off of Walker's face.

"I hope I die soon. Putting up with you is worse than death." I complained.

"Hey, Myra?" Corbyn spoke up, his voice becoming softer.

"What could you possibly want now?" I snapped, crossing my arms.

"Do you like... pranks?" Corbyn had a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Umm... why?" I felt myself start to get nervous again. There was something in that food I just ate wasn't there?

"Well, for awhile, we've been planning something for Damian... he's always so serious all the time. Wanna get in on it?" Corbyn asked, giving me a hopeful look.

"A prank on Damian? Of course. I threw eggs at him earlier." I couldn't help but start to smile too. Their laughter was infectious.

"Sweet! We dumped flour in Will's face a few days ago!" Walker puffed out his chest with pride. Corbyn and I both laughed at him. I pretended to think about what he said for a moment.

"That's... surprisingly good." I nodded my head giving them an impressed look.

"Yes! Ok, so let's talk about this Damian thing..." Corbyn smiled in excitement.

"...what have you guys been planning?" I asked setting aside my empty bowl and moving directly in front of the boys, tilting my head with curiosity. They both smirked and began talking.