I'm Special

They want you

I wake up to the sound of banging on the door. I groan, turning to the other side and covering my ears with the pillow. The banging continues.

"Percy, go open the doors!!" I yell at him. I hear groans and shuffling, before the familiar creaking sound of our door. I sigh contentedly, ignoring the barely audible mumbles. "Get up!!" A voice yells at me. "Why!" I whine back. The person grabs my shoulder roughly, shaking me. I snap my eyes open and give Percy a glare. I am just about to scold him, when the conch is blown urgently and quick. Each breath desperate. I look at Percy, "The monsters are surrounding the camp and the guardian of the Fleece is unconscious."

I gulp worriedly, "Shouldn't we protect the fleece?" Percy shakes his head, "They want you." I gasp, "How are you so sure?" He visibly gulps before he answers.

"They said that they want the chosen one so that they could absorb her power. We didn't know how they knew that they could absorb power, but they said their master assured them. We have to defend the camp." He says shakily, knowing it's my first time fighting actual monsters. I frown and get on my feet, still in my PJ's might I add. I walk out the door with Percy, we both look at each other conversing with our eyes. We both knew what we had to do. We grip our weapons before running to the opposite corners of the camp, where the monsters are probably at bay.

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It's so quiet. Too quiet in fact. I'm at the edge of the woods, my palms are sweaty and my eyes are twitching. The bushes to my left rustle and I quickly change my stance, facing the bush. I sniff at the air, trying to smell anything odd. I hear a faint crunch of leaves and my ears twitch. I nonchalantly turn slightly, and with the corner of my eye, the figure becomes more clear. The wolf tenses, and stances like its about to pounce, completely telegraphing his next moves. As it leaps into the air, I sidestep quickly conjuring my sword. It growls at me and I growl right back at it baring my teeth. It eyes my weapon warily, before it howls backing away slightly. I raise my brow in question, the wolf doesn't look anything submissive. The bushes rustle some more and five more brown wolves appear with a silver coated large wolf. The silver wolf steps forward, leaving the other wolves to flank him. The wolf gives a wolfish grin, before he begins morphing into a human. Surprisingly, still dressed in a suit. His oily hair was pulled back in a bun and his red iris was very strange. Those red eyes stared at me in a way that made me very uncormfortable. He walks closer to me in an intimidating manner, and I carelessly swipe at him. He bats my sword away easily, I look up towards his face, the area I had cut over his crooked nose and dry thin lips was slowly re-attaching themselves and healing.

I stare at the place that was previously cut wearily, I hadn't realized I was backed up against a tree. I look up to see him licking his lips looking me up and down. "You know," He begins bringing his grimy hands towards my waist. His voice was rough and gravelly, making wince. "I could use a Luna in my rouge pack. You can survive, be of good use." He says licking his lips once again. I look at him confused, I push him slightly hating the feeling of him touching me. But he only pulls me closer, his hands a bit too close to my butt. I gulp and glance at my sword, silently wishing for it come to me. My sword moves an inch towards me. I blink. Did that...did it...No fricking way!!I silently urged it again. And it moved. I look towards the wolf man, who stares at me with a dazed look, hardly paying attention to what I am doing. I urge the sword again, but a wolf sees and barks at the man before placing a paw on the sword, seizing all movement.

"You were trying to escape dear?" He asks tracing my face with his fingers. "Why? I haven't hurt you." He chuckles. I try screaming but nothing comes out. Come to think of it, I can't get anything out of my mouth. I look at him and he chuckles at my horror filled face, "I'm the first lycanthrope, little one. I have control over all wolves and some shape shifters too." He whispers out, placing his head at the slope of neck taking a huge sniff. "Your scent is so addicting, little one. I can hardly control myself." He growls out. I whimper and tears blur my vision. His hands grip my hips painfully as he lets another growl out.

If only I can get some one's attention they can save me. I try to morph my sword slowly into an energy oriented bow and arrow without the wolf realising, and I succeed with little difficulty. I didn't realise I took so much time. The man slowly licks my exposed neck and bites. I open my mouth wide in what is supposed to be a scream. He presses me against himself and I shiver in disgust. I slowly redirect the arrow, so it is angled towards the sky. I hold in a choked sob as he starts rubbing himself against me. The arrow is shot towards the sky, startling everyone. Just like a firework, it is arranged to spell out the word 'help'. The wolves and the man stare at it, and I take my chance and knee him in the 'no-no spot', kicking it again for good measure. I start running, I call for my weapon and it comes quickly comes to me.

I run towards the amphitheatre, collapsing on a bench. Percy comes to me, with cuts on his arm. "What happened?" He voices out. My eyes start to become heavy and I quickly spit out, "What are lycanthropes?" The darkness then swells around me, dragging me into an unconscious state.