Yo, Yo, yo! Guess who's back?
Fake: US!
Agent 4: AND WE'VE BROUGHT FRIENDS!
Dante: We have?
Samson: Who? I don't have any other friends than you guys.
What about Riptide?
Samson: I don't like him.
Why?
Samson: I have a grudge against angels.
But he's half demon, half angel.
Samson: But he's an angel all the same.
Dante: Well, I kill devils for a living.
Fake: I eat people for a living.
Agent 4: I'm a hitman.
*silence*
How? You're the quiet, shy one of our group.
Agent 4: That's why they never expect me.
*sighs* Just forget it............ON WITH THE STORY!
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The bristling around me shifted. My body jolting upwards in a rush. A cold sweat entranced my body and I huffed gulps of air into my lungs. All I could see was an encasement of black. The occasional light from my computer being the only reassurance I had. My aching fingers entangled themselves into my hair. I pulled at the roots, not helping the pounding headache pulsing from the back of my head. I let my stiff torso collapse back onto the bed, hugging my ridged knees against my chest.
My mind would not let me think about anything else. Images of Torin's bloodied body being the only thing trapping my thoughts. The splashes of scarlet blood dark against his skin, matching the tone of his hair. I still feel the drop in my chest. The same feeling I got as I stared down at his hollowed out chest. The spear leaving no opportunity to save him. I forced myself to replay the scene repeatedly over in my head. Slowly torturing myself for my moment of weakness.
You ignorant, selfish bitch. This is all your fault. If it weren't for your slacking, Torin would be sleeping soundly in the cabin next to mine. The words trailed through my mind on repeat. You will not forget what you've done.
The clothes that hung against me felt uncomfortable and hot as I stepped slowly through the courtyard. My amethyst tail dragged lazily against the ground and the wings on my back felt unreasonably heavy. I tried my best not to make eye contact with any individual camper. I was afraid of the looks they would send me. And the look they would receive.
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Dragonheart
AdventureAh, yes. The start of a new adventure, with friends and enemies along the way. This is Percy Jackson inspired.
