The Red-Headed Nightmare

Chapter Three

Octavian was confused. How did she know? The picture closest to him showed Venus showing him the Vision Of Death (his creative name for the vision she showed him), but how did she know what happened?

Turning his head to see the the rest of the pictures, he saw many images from what he guessed were from the Second Titan War, The Seven, and Percy Jackson.

Wait. Back the truck up. Percy Jackson? Why would Rachel Elizabeth Dare paint pictures of Percy Jackson? Did she like him? Octavian felt a quick pain in his chest thinking about RED liking Percy Jackson.

"Er. . .Hi? What are you doing here?" RED asked awkwardly.

"Some Greek camper told me to find you," Octavian responded, still distracted by the paintings.

"You like my pictures? Most of the time I don't even know what I'm drawing, the crazy spirit that possessed me paints them for me."

"That 'crazy spirit that possessed you' makes you paint Percy Jackson?" Octavian snarled, he didn't know why, but he was bothered by the fact that Rachel liked Jackson.

Rachel blushed, "Hey! I said some of them. Not all of them. Why do you care, anyway?"

Now it was Octavian's turn to blush, "Uh, I don't?"

"Sure," Rachel replied, rolling her eyes, "Hey, what happened between you and Venus?"

"None of your business, mortal!"

"There it is."

"There what is?"

"Some Roman warned me about you," Rachel explained, "They said you are power hungry and cruel. I just never thought it was true."

Catching Octavian's look of doom, she said, "Go on, rant. You look like you need someone to listen. And I will! Just as long as you return the favor."

"I promise."

"Great! Okay, spill."

"Everyone thinks I'm like that! Power hungry and cruel, I mean. I don't understand why! I mean, Roman's are supposed to crave power, and who wouldn't want to be Praetor? Cruel, yeah, okay, I admit it, I'm pretty cruel, but what should I do about it? I could change, but what's the point?"

The rest of the hour included Octavian ranting (it's WAY to long to write down) and RED just sitting there nodding her head.

Once he finished his rant, he asked, "What should I do?"

"Ha ha ha no. I said I would listen, not solve your life's mysteries."

~~

Rachel was having mixed feelings. Annoyance, self-pity, and worry were all high up on that list. But the worst one? A strange, warm tingly feeling around the base of her stomach.

She blamed the fish she had for lunch.

Ah, fish. If only Percy knew she was eating fish, he would kill her! Percy. Stuck in Tartuarus. And if he ever gets out, he'll have a stressful, insanely dangerous quest to complete to stop Mother Earth from taking over, well, the Earth.

Now, before any of you hardcore Percabeth shippers go crazy on her for liking Percy, think for a second. Can you really control who you like? No. Is Rachel going to be ashamed just because she had a crush on the famous Percy Jackson? No. Is she going to try and break up Percabeth? N to the O.

Besides, Apollo said she couldn't date, so operation break-up Percabeth is a no go.

"Have you been on a tour, yet?" Rachel asked randomly, anything to escape the awkward silence that had occurred when she was think about Percy.

"As if I would ever want to see more of this puny camp," Octavian scoffed.

Glaring at him, Rachel picked up her blue plastic hairbrush and said, "You see this? This hairbrush helped Percy Jackson escape from the Titan Lord by me throwing it in his eye. Do you want to meet the same fate?"

"No ma'am," He said warily, inching away from the hairbrush.

"Great!" Rachel chirped, "Let's go in that tour, shall we?"

~~

"So tell me your story," Octavian huffed, as they walked by the rock wall.

"Wow! The great Octavian wants to know my backstory? How lucky am I?" Rachel gasped sarcastically.

"Shut up," He grumbled, "I was just trying to be nice! Jeez, you try to be pleasant and they make fun of you! What kind if world do we live in?"

"Well," RED started, "It all started in Hoover Dam. . ."

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Pretty short, crappy chapter!

Hey! Did you catch the part about a promise?? "An oath to keep with a final breath. . ."

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Do you guys think my plot is moving along too fast?? I really feel like it is, but the only thing I can think if to slow it down is:

A) Having two characters made up by you

Or

B) Making them go on a quest

So, I have no clue what to do!

Help me out??

VOTE/COMMENT/FOLLOW

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