Silenced (Demigod Story)

Oscar Worthy Performance

Soon after I left the Roman camp, I got sight of a group of three romans huddled behind a bush.  From seeing only their backs, I could tell that there was a little boy with a head of red hair, a boy that looked to be at least a teenager judging from his height, and a girl that had jet black hair. They whispered to each other as they looked at something through the bushes. “I really hope that she’ll be spared,” the small boy of the group whispered.

“Yeah,” the teenage girl agreed, squinting her eyes to see the person through the branches.  “Maybe she could join our legion.  If we welcomed that one Greek to our camp, thinking that he was roman, then maybe we aren’t that different,” she suggested.

“No.  Maybe she would be better as a cook,” the older guy snickered.  The teenage girl next to the jerk elbowed him.

“What kind of romans are you?” I sneered, acting like Tate.

The demigods quickly turned to face me.  The little boy that looked to be around the age of ten had fear in his dark blue eyes while the teenagers lifted their weapons as if they were about to attack.  I simply stood there, acting like the weapons didn’t bother me.  So this is how Tate feels when people are scared of her.  No wonder she acts this way. I realized.

“Who are you?” the teenage boy barked.

“The assassin.  Thank you for pointing the girl out for me.  I will carry out the orders of Octavian by killing the girl,” I informed them, bravely walking towards them even though they had fierce looking weapons in position to cut off my head in one swift motion. 

The girl got behind me and held a knife to my neck.  “You aren’t going to disobey orders that are directly from Octavian, now are you?” I asked with mockery surprise.

“Sometimes you have just got to stand up for what is right,” she grunted.

“But Nicole!  That would get you kicked out of the legion!” the little boy exclaimed, his eyes no longer filled with fear for himself, but  for her.

“Don’t do it,” the teenage boy warned her.  Nicole’s grip loosened but not enough for me to be able to escape.  What would Tate do?

I thought for a moment, and then came up with a plan.  “How about we make a deal?” I suggested.  “So you two are about her and this little rebellion of hers is enough for her to be kicked out to the legion.  What about I tell you something that would get me killed in exchange to be let go?”

“No,” Nicole rejected.  “How about I just kill you now so the girl lives and my rebellion is never heard about from anyone?”  So I am not the only one thinking like Tate here...

“And risk my scream haunting the little boy forever?” I asked, aiming at her seemingly weak spots.

“He can handle it,” she claimed.

“So you are telling me that you would kill one of your own kind to stay in the legion?  Wouldn’t that be a sentence to death for you if anyone were to ever find out?” I pointed out, acting like I knew everything all my life even though I learned it all a few hours earlier.

“I’m not listening.  You are probably just trying to distract me so you can escape,” she grunted.

“Do you think that I would run?” I asked with mock surprise.  “Think again.  That fellow,” I said as I pointed at the teenage boy, “could easily throw a dagger at me as I try to kill the girl.” I turned my head as far as it would go in an attempt to face the girl behind me.  “My life depends on you listening to me.  You think me to be a monster, but I can prove to you that I am not.”

She stared into my eyes then commanded, “Jordon, hold her wrists together.”

I allowed Jordon to hold my wrists and relaxed when she removed the dagger from in front of my neck.  Nicole stood by me and agreed to listen.

“I’m not going to kill her,” I promised.

“Bull sh-“

“No really!  Follow me if you would like, but I promise on the river of Styx that I will not kill that girl in any shape or form on purpose,” I told them.

Nicole stared at me for a few moments then instructed Jordon to let me go.  “You better not be lying,” she warned.

I nodded and ran through the hedge and towards a girl that was peacefully munching on a sandwich.  She was Mexican, but surprisingly didn’t look anything like Dora.  Her eyes were dark like her dark frizzy hair that was held by a headband.

“DIEEE!” I screamed as I sprinted toward the now alarmed girl.  She dropped her sandwich and took off with such speed that her headband slipped off.  I picked the headband up when I passed it while I continued to chase the poor soul.

“DIEEE!” I screeched, using bushes to block some ways so she had to take a turn.  I kept having bushes block her as I ran, hoping to lead her to Camp Half-Blood.  She sprinted quickly with a agility so graceful that I just HAD to mention it.

When the girl saw the entrance of camp, she sped up, leaving me in the dust.  I slowed down to a stop and decided that I’ve done my job.  The girl would go to camp and tell them that someone had chased them there, and they’d think that a roman did it.

“I KNEW IT!” I heard someone scream from behind me.  When I turned to face the direction the noise came from, someone ran into me.  I was knocked onto the ground, but when I tried to get up, someone got on top of me and pinned me down.  “I knew that I couldn’t trust you.”

I looked up to see that it was no other than Nicole.  “Nicole, I-“

“YOU TRIED TO KILL HER!”

“I-“

Her hand had a dagger and she was about to stab my shoulder but she was stopped when vines came down from a tree and lifted her as if it was a bear trap.  Her ankle was tangled and she dangled from the tree.  Thankfully, she was too high up to be able to hurt me.

“Nicole!  Calm down!”

“I can’t!  You lied!”

“Is she dead?”

“No, but she would be if she weren’t so fast!”

“Don’t you see?  I chased her to camp!  I chased her so it would look like I tried to kill her and it would be harder to track her scent if she were running at a speed like that.  I thought this through, and now the camp will be informed that they need to keep others away so they aren’t killed!”

Nicole stopped flailing her arms around and relaxed.  “Oh…”

“Thanks for checking on me though,” I laughed, and then I focused on having the vine lower so she would gently be placed on the ground.  “I’m guessing that I performed an Oscar worthy performance.”

“You sure did.  Well, I’m going to go now,” she said as she cut herself out of the vines.  She fell onto the ground and then dusted herself off.  She walked away, leaving me by myself with nothing but my bag and the headband from the little girl.