The Forsaken Camp (CLOSED)

I caught Leslie's desperate expression as she looked to me for help. Thinking was nearly impossible, I had mortals shouting names at me, and a crazy ghost lady causing absolute chaos. Leslie was ahead of us, nearer to the exit than we were. I decided that the best thing we could do was just power through the mortals, try and ignore whatever this ghost hag was doing and get out of there, back to the Impala and drive.
"We just have to go," I said, desperately hoping that this would work. I wasn't sure what was going on with Leslie, but she looked absolutely terrified. I needed to get to her to make sure she was alright.
The more we tried to get to the door, the louder the screams got, the more in-you-face the mortals got. One, a middle aged man with a clean shaven face and slicked back blonde hair wearing a business suit pushed me back with a force I didn't think he had in him and screamed "Putin!" In my face. I clenched my teeth, starting to get really angry now. I stumbled back as he pushed me. Roxy caught me from behind, I fell into her like a trust fall.
"Rox, what's happening?" I asked, desperate for answers.
"Maniai," Roxy answered. "Goddess of Insanity, she's warping the thoughts and sight of the mortals. She's making Leslie see things she's afraid of... Think of it like Schizophrenia."
"What a bitch," I hissed as Roxy lifted me up. I didn't necessarily want to take a Goddess on in a fight, especially the Goddess of Insanity.
I looked around, looking for something, anything that might give me an answer on what to do. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out the noise the mortals made.
Come on, Quintyn, think, I urged myself, retreating into my 'Mind Palace', a place that helped me think clearly when I couldn't otherwise. How do we get the mortals to stay away from something they're afraid of? Suddenly, I had a eureka moment. What do mortals do when they come in contact with things they fear? They run. They probably feel superior because we're cowering before their numbers... So...
Resurfacing from my thoughts I puffed out my chest and stood up straight, trying to seem as powerful as I could, counting on the mortals to see me in the evil light they already were.
I looked back at Roxy and Zack.
"Play along," I muttered, before lifting my sword, something I counted on the mist to turn much worse thanks to the state of minds of the mortals.
"Den mund halten!" I screamed at the crowd in German. I didn't know much of the language, mostly only swear words because I was incredibly immature as a kid when my dad had tried to teach me the art in speaking in other tongues. He knew many, and I was starting to wish he was here.
The crowd was taken by surprise at my out burst. I wasn't proud of what I was going to say next, I really wasn't, but I needed to get to Leslie before she broke to fear. I needed to get the others out of there, and to do that, I needed these mortals to fear me. I positioned my sword in my hands like I would a gun, hoping they would think that's what I was holding.
"Move aside!" I shouted as loud as I could. The shouting of the mortals had died down more, they were now shocked, looking scared of me now that I was acting like something they feared. They didn't move aside, I needed to up my game.
"Don't think I won't take you to the fuhrer!" I screamed. "Move aside! Leave us be!" A few mortals shuffled away, suddenly scared despite the numbers. They saw three Nazi's, armed with weapons, threatening to take them to Hitler. They didn't have the balls they thought they did. Roxy and Zack had gotten out their weapons as well. Zack held his machete like I held my sword. Roxy curled her fingers around her knife like she was holding a hand gun. She attempted the most menacing look she could, and I couldn't tell Zacks facial expression behind his mask. I moved forward, getting in the face of a woman who wouldn't shuffle like the rest. I put the tip of my sword lightly on her chest, like I was pointing a gun straight at her. I started to yell curses and what other random words I knew in German at her. Eventually, she gave in and moved aside. Roxy and Zack followed my lead, pointing their weapons at mortals who shied away, giving panicked screams.
A particularly brave man came up to me and punched me. My cheek protested with pain, I had to take a moment to recuperate, panic rose in me, I didn't want this freedom fighter to give the others hope. I wound up my fist and punched him back, he stumbled into a chair, holding his eye, fear reflecting in his other. I felt incredibly bad, he was a mortal, and he had no idea what was going on, but in this moment I only cared about the four of us. He was my last hurdle.
When leaving the crowd, who all started to cower together. I kept my sword pointed at them like a gun and didn't turn my back to them, shouting the same German swear words I knew. Calling people a penis in another language they didn't understand wasn't as fun as it was when your ass wasn't on the line. When we got to Leslie, Roxy put her arm around her. We lead her out of the cafe, scared mortals watching us as we left. Before leaving I spit on the ground for extra measure. When we exited the door, we booked it for the Impala. Zack sat in the back with Leslie, trying to shake her from the episode she was having, Roxy took her place in the passengers seat, but turned to pay attention to Leslie. I turned the key in the ignition and floored it out of that gods forsaken cafe parking lot, and off to the road, feeling incredibly dirty and horrible for having to play the role of Nazi in front of innocent mortals.

I felt myself being pulled and I guess my feet reacted.
My head swam with emotions that I had never felt before.
Suddenly I began to see two side. One was the mortal realm, the other was my nightmare.
I vaguely saw Quintyn and Roxy. My face contorted trying to push the thoughts to the back of my brain in a deep lockbox under 500 pounds of dirt with 404 tinier chests.
My face expressions subsided and I welcomed the emotions and pictures of my mother. I tried to not to focus on her body but the images of us when I was younger. I smiled as I felt myself getting into a car. I looked over to the mortal realm and saw Zack trying to shake me awake. I also saw Roxy looking at me. I took one sympathetic look at my mom and gave myself to the emotions and embraced them. My eyes began to clear and I began to see the other. I heard Roxy ask about splitting up.
"There are three ways in." I creaked.
"The front, the back, and a secret entrance that only Charlie and his top builder know of. Well, and me." I explained to them. "We should split up Zack and Me on the secret entrance, then Quintyn and Roxy go to the other entrances." I had a gut feeling that I would need Zack for the secret entrance. I just hoped that Quintyn and Roxy took it the wrong way.
"If you want, it's not necessary, we can do a U if you want." I said I didn't want to force it upon them because we needed to have a backup plan if someone got caught or we can't get in.

I could sense heavy tension in the air as Quintyn opposed Leslie's proposition. It seemed as if no matter what, we'd come face to face with an awaiting danger deep within the cabin, but at least now with this newly discovered information Leslie was sharing, we'd have a slight upper hand then before. I felt the skin in my arms tingle with deep annoyance as Leslie decided to throw out bits of information here and there whenever it was most necessary. It felt like she was making it up as she went along. I met eyes with Quintyn who was looking over all of us in search for objections with a steely stare from her misty grey eyes.
"I hate to admit it, but Quintyn has a point." I didn't want to throw myself in this drama bomb of tension, but this was our lives being gambled, and I'd prefer to go the safer route. "There's not much sense in people going the regular entrance if there's a secret one over there... unless Charlie was anticipating our moves. We should make sure that we are able to keep an eye on each other anyways. How about this. We approach in a U formation at the side of the cabin where this secret entrance is, far enough so we aren't seen together, but close enough we can still keep an eye on each other if all hell breaks loose."
I paused, figuring they should know what I meant by 'U'.
"U as in two people in the middle staying far behind while on person is far forward on the left, and the other is far forward on the right. If there's any traps or anyone waiting for us outside the motel, we can come to the other's aid quickly with the element of surprise on our hands, and two different directions to approach from. Once we clear out whatever's there, we can enter through the secret entrance and figure out our bearings from there. Is that good with everyone?"
I looked to Zack, who had been quiet the whole time. He nodded in my direction.
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." He offered, looking towards Leslie for her opinion and I realized he wanted to make sure she felt okay with the plan.
I turned to Quintyn, and she looked pretty satisfied with my idea. Either way, we couldn't sit here all day bickering. Everyone put in their opinion, we had to keep moving.
"How about I go on the left? Quintyn you can go on the right and Leslie and Zack will take up the rear." I proposed to my group members.
I figured that might satisfy Leslie a little bit better. I wasn't sure how much comfort you could possibly receive from a guy that refused to take off a skull mask, but he'd proven himself to be a pretty supportive person, so I guessed it wasn't too peculiar. Quintyn wasn't exactly the sweetest companion, and I wasn't too lenient at times either.
I climbed out of the car seat and made my way towards the edge of the forest. There was a gravel walking path that cut through the crowded trees, and street lamps jutted out along the walkway, casting a warm light against the twilight in an early morning sky not yet ready to wake up to the new day. Despite the refreshing glow from the street lamps, the path became swallowed in trees that cast dark shadows in the distance of my vision. If there was any motel around here, I couldn't see it.
As I approached the far left corner of the forest, I began to immediately regret my decision to go forth alone. I looked across to see Quintyn in the other far side of the forest and we both made eye contact before entering the sheltered woods. If Leslie and Zack went along with the plan, they would wait until we walked deep into the forest before the entered through the lit up pathway in the middle of the forest. If anything tried to approach them, they would be flanked immediately by Quintyn and I. Despite this added security I still felt warying as I walked under the shadows of the trees, with barely any visible light to guide my way.

I almost couldn't believe we were already here. It had been what, a day? Yes. It had been a day. I hadn't been able to properly mentally prepare myself to look at the place where Charlie was probably sitting like a king among an army of brainwashed Nymphs and Satyrs. Roxy and I moved forward, in the positions we had talked about earlier, while Leslie and Zack followed behind, taking up the rear.
It shook me as strange that Charlie didn't have more defenses outside his cabin. Did he expect there to be no one who would come looking for him? I mentally smacked myself for thinking this was going to be easy. As I had thought about it, a border control of Nymphs and Satyrs turned the corner of the cabin. I ducked down into a bush, and motioned for the others to do the same. Roxy laid flat on her stomach, peering through long grass, while Zack and Leslie took refuge behind some trees in the shadows of the forest. My grey eyes trailed along with the group as they marched purposefully along their path, keeping their deranged eyes cold and steady. I held my breath, we all probably were, as they passed our hiding places. One Satyr stopped to sniff the air. I bit my lip and prayed to the gods that he wouldn't pick up our scent. I hoped that he was accustomed to demigods, as he'd probably been around them lots, including Charlie. He walked away, and I let my breath out in a steady blow. I waited for them to turn the other corner, before waiting for a while longer to make sure there wasn't a second patrol. I motioned for the others to move, and move quick. The four of us sprinted over to the cabin, pressing our bodies against the new saw-wood for cover. I looked at Leslie, an urgent expression on my features.
"Where's the door?" I asked. Leslie led us hurriedly over to a steel door, a complicated lock sealing it. It didn't look like I could pick it, despite my training from my father and a few professional tips from Finn. Once again, I looked to Leslie, the one who had the dreams.
"Think you can open it?" I asked shortly. She agreed with a determined nod. "Alright, Zack and Leslie, open the door. Rox, you and I will look out for the border patrol," I decided. The three agreed with me, Zack and Leslie getting in close to inspect the lock, Roxy going on the opposite side of the cabin I was on to press her body against the wall and peer her head out the side. I did the same.
My heart danced to an anxious beat, knowing that the Nymphs and Satyrs would have to come around again some time. Most likely they would be coming from the side Roxy was on. I turned my head to make sure Roxy was okay. She kept her head peered out, looking diligently for the forest patrol. I looked back around, seeing nothing once again. Perhaps the group had gone in once more, and that had been their last round. Suddenly, there was an excited gasp that came from both Zack and Leslie, accompanied by the sound of a lock opening. I whipped around to look at them carrying the lock with proud expressions.
"Awesome," I said excitedly.
Leslie and Zack entered first, Roxy and I took up the lead this time. I was feeling confident, I didn't think anything could go wrong with my fool proof plan. With our weapons drawn, we crept through a hallway. Stairs were located at our right, going both up to the second floor, and down to the basement. I didn't want to know what was in the basement. I heard muffled voices talking from a room that the hallway lead to. Lit dimly with fancy looking lanterns.
Suddenly, my vision was blackened by a dark pillow case that was wrapped around my head. I grunted in surprise and tried to kick and punch my way out of it. A strong arm held me to a hard chest, cutting off my air-pipe. From the muffled hacking of the others, I could only guess this was happening to them too. I tried to bring my sword up in an arch, only to have my wrist caught in the act, and twisted until I heard my sword clatter to the ground. Gasping for air, I started to get dragged. I couldn't hold out much longer, and soon, my consciousness left me.

I woke in a cell, the typical cement cell you would see in a movie. It had bars close together, and uncomfortable beds made from wooden planks that were given a pillow. I looked around frantically, giving a small sigh of relief when I saw that the other four had been put in the same cell as me. They were all already awake, muttering among themselves. I looked around again, past the bars, to a blank white wall. Two kids about our age sat back to back with a bored look on their faces. One was a girl, who's straight black hair cascaded down her face and past her shoulders, her bangs reaching past her eyebrows. The other was a guy, with a black mohawk with silver tips. One of his most prominent features was his hooked nose, which wouldn't normally look okay on anyone, but this guy seemed to pull it off. The girl had her eyes closed, resting her head on the guys shoulder as if taking a nap. The guy, stared at the ground with a strange combination of eye colour. An intriguing Blue and brown. He had an angry expression on his face, his foot tapping the ground rapidly, his arms crossed over his chest, seemingly off in his own world. If these were our cell guards, we wouldn't be in much trouble. I brought my attention back to the group, who still hadn't realized I was awake.
"Psst," I hissed through my teeth. They all turned their heads, almost at the same time, which was scarier than the Maniai in Starbucks.
"Are you alright?" I whispered, slinking forward to reach them. They each nodded.
"As alright as we can be stuck in this cell," Zack commented. I bit my lip with a troubled expression. I guess my plan hadn't worked out as well as I'd hoped. I looked to the door, to see a lock keeping the barred entrance inescapable. I couldn't pick the lock with these two lumps of prison guards sitting right in front of the cell. I looked them up and down. They looked so bored. Part of me wanted to brighten up their shift. Okay, all of me wanted to brighten up their shift. I looked at the others and smirked at them.
"A little flattery goes a long way," I muttered under my breath.
I walked to the cell door slowly. The guy lifted his gaze from the ground to me, I turned the corners of my mouth up in an endearing smile. I slipped my hands through the bars and lazily leaned on them. The guy watched me look him up and down before letting a low cat-call whistle escape my lips. He contorted his face into a look of disgust, to which I raised my eyebrows in a surprised way. I threw my hands up in a lazy yield motion, and noticed that the girl had looked up at my whistle. She looked my up and down with a grin with eyes that mirrored the guys. Alright. These two had to be siblings.
A smirk slipped onto my lips. So the girl was going to be the easy target? Alright, I didn't mind that. After all, I had flirted with Finn n camp before.
"What are you looking at?" I asked her, keeping my grin plastered to my face. She met my eyes and raised her eyebrows, from what I could see from under her bangs she had.
"What's not to look at?" She questioned back, in a voice as smooth as liquid gold. There was a groan from her brother as she stood, leaving her position of leaning on his back.
"Shiloh, come on," he said in a scratchy voice. She shot him a look.
"Kaiser, this is the most fun I've had in weeks. Shut up and let me have this," she said. He glared at her, and she smiled back sweetly. She wore a mini skirt, with black thigh high socks, army looking boots and a sweater, that although was baggy, fit her form attractively. She walked up to the bars, wrapping her fingers around the ones close to my head, keeping hers farther away. She was a tease, I could already tell.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a gross looking place like this?" I asked her.
"Oh, original," she said, clicking her tongue in 'tut tut' noises. "And here I thought you'd be good at this," I bit my lip, approving of how she didn't just jump in like this was some porno. She stretched her pale hands through the bars and traced them gently over the collar of Deans plaid shirt I was still wearing.
"Better question," she said, taking the collar in a fist. "Why are you in there and not out here with me where we can have some real fun?" She pulled me closer to the bars, bringing her face closer as well.
"You tell me," I said in a light tone, liking where she had taken this. She smiled and let go, pushing me backwards as she did.
"I like you in there," she said, walking away a bit.
"More than you'd like me out there?" I questioned. She looked back with a smirk. I shrugged and slowly pushed myself from the bars. "Fine." I followed her lead, walking away from the bars as well. I looked back to see her look up as I did. I leaned on the wall, tucking one foot over the other, and looking away from her.
"Why?" Asked Shiloh. She was pressed up against the bars again, her multicolored stare on me. I smiled, it was my turn to tease now. "What makes you think I'd want you out here?"
"Guess you'll have to find out, won't you?" I said, bringing my grey-eyed gaze to Shiloh. She hesitated for a moment, before her brother got up and tugged her away from the door.
"Stop, Shiloh," he said. "You're not letting her out to fill some stupid fantasy." I sent him a glare he didn't catch. I looked away as he looked my way, again, distaste in his eye.

(THIS WAS LONG BECAUSE IT WAS PLANNED FOR A WHILE OKAY.)

My body was froze in awe as I stood there and watched a side of Quintyn that made me feel chilly.
She got me to tingle all down my back and it was just creepy, I wanted the real Quintyn back.
Though I could see where Quintyn was coming from. This girls bangs were pretty hot.
When I was pulled form my thoughts by Roxy I looked over to her then I went to Quintyn.
A scoff came from under my breath and I sighed. I looked over to Zack and hoped that he was going to get what I was going to do.
"Why would we lie? Again I don't know if you noticed but Charlie is cray-cray." I said cutting in.
"We could let you out then you would kill us?" Said Kaiser from his spot.
"Id I was in your spot I would take the chance rather than be killed by Charlie later on, or potentially live to be an adult." Zack said, and he did get the message.
I walked over to the bars to them.
"Plus." I added and brought my finger for Shiloh to come over to me.
"I think my friend Quintyn likes you." I whispered to her, "I also might like your brother."
Okay so I lied, I did think that Quintyn likes Shiloh but I most deffos did NOT like her brother.
Shiloh turned on her heel fast as I said that and practically toppled her brother over to tell him.
"We also think everyone is fair at Camp Half-Blood. I am no different from Roxy. Here you have ranks, Charlie is the leader and that is it, no questions asked." I deffos knew a thing or two about ranks always being in the underworld under my father, being littler than others when I was in school and weaker when I was little not knowing about my powers.
"I never had a group to be with or someone to stand up for me so I was always beat up." That was my first thought and I said it.
I looked back to the others and then to Shiloh and Kaiser.
"We all know what you went through, we are different than others that doesn't mean that everyone in our very strange community doesn't know how you feel. Charlie is just a demi-god that never had anyone to help him out. He thinks that if he takes out all the gods he will feel better, well he won't, he will wipe out EVERYONE. Even you." I turned from the bars and walked off.

I did the best I could. This was something that I had felt since I learned about Charlie and I could understand what he was doing. This had to pursuade them or I was all out of ideas. My hand went down to my side and my other hand went to my hair to put it behind my ear. I laughed then looked up.
"Maybe I am just being stupid, you guys probably came here because you wanted to." I assumed that I was wrong.
I looked up in conformation and they looked stunned at what I was sayng.
My whole body was relaxed, something that was really rare for me to do.
If this wasn't enough for the others in the group to take the opprotunity I was really stupid.
My eyes went to each of them and the look in them said, 'Now, take this opprotunity.'

I've never been so happy to see a monster than I have at this moment. I basically skipped over to the barrel to grab my medical belt and oversized backpack. I grew a respectful admiration for Zack as he quickly grabbed his things and stepped in front of me for protection. If I learned anything from playing MMORPGs and strategy games, it was to always protect the medic. I grabbed an empty syringe and a flask of poison from my pack as the snake appeared closer.
"Try not to make eye contact!" I called out to the others. "Also it more than likely has deadly poisons it will spit at you!"
I had been trying to read up on the basilisk since I discovered its healing properties, but I wasn't sure what was myth and what was fact. Well technically it should've all been myth but here I was, daughter of a Greek God surrounded by demigods fighting a serpent that couldn't be more than twelve inches and yet was a powerfully dangerous monster. If the rest of the stories I read up on were true, the scent of a weasel could kill it. Unless anyone had a rodent lying around, I don't think we'd be able to use that certain method of murder. It had a large round belly and legs, it almost resembled a large lizard. It's head looked like a chicken's as if the cockatrice was a close cousin of the sort.

There wasn't much room in the enclosed gray room, as other empty cells faced the other wall about twelve feet away from the end of our cell. We began to form a circle, and Shiloh and Kaiser caught onto the idea and we surrounded the basilisk. I kept my eyes trained just past it, so I'd be able to see it in my peripheral vision but I couldn't make eye contact; something that was proven harmful in the brief research I conducted. It's head snapped towards me, spotting that I didn't have a significant weapon with me and it's mouth unhinged. Everyone around me stepped back as I ducked a flying squirt of acid out of the way. It slid it's way past my squatted legs and grazed the side of my ankles. My jean made a horrific sizzling noise at it's touch and eroded leaving a burn mark where it had touched. I screamed as I jumped out of the way and threw my vial at it. It hissed as the shards made contact with it's feathery head, but the liquids inside the vial did no harm. That thing was practically made out of acid. I let the others try and attack as I moved back, defenseless against the tiny terror until I could unsheathe my knives. Fighting and shouting commenced as the others went at it and I patted myself down. I cursed. I couldn't find my knives anywhere and with one mistake anyone could be instantly killed by the basilisk's poison, or possibly even gaze. I made eye contact with the barrel and ran towards it. I stuck my head in there and realized my knives were hiding under a pile of sweaters at the bottom. This must've been the motel's makeshift Lost N Found or something. As I reached in I coughed at the smell. It reeked in here like a rat crawled in here and died.
Wait a second.
A rodent.
An idea formed in my mind as I shoved my knives back in their sheaths and took the sweater in my hands. I kicked the barrel over so it's opening was facing the crowd of people attacking the basilisk. Even with five demigods who could overpower the being, it slunk in between us and lashed out. Without our proper vision we couldn't tell where the serpent was going to move, and it was agile enough to evade our strikes. I looked at the sweater. Whoever it's previous owner was; it wasn't going to be used by them anymore. I wrapped the cloth around my right hand for protection and sat on the barrel.
"Over here stink breath!" I called out.
It made eye contact with me and immediately I felt like my organs were failing me and my blood was boiling. If you could smile with a beak this thing was and with deadly yellow eyes it ran towards me, sensing weak prey it could pick off. It jumped over the barrel towards me in heights I wouldn't imagine such a pudgy monster to accomplish and I raised my protected arm in surprise as it's teeth latched onto the cloth. I swung my other arm around and stuck my empty syringe into it's body. It screeched in pain as I extracted it's blood. I let go of the sweater and the basilisk fell on the ground on its back. I lifted the barrel above me in hopes of ensnaring the overturned lizard. The bottom of my vision became red and blurry. There was no longer one, but two basilisks, then four. My arms felt like spaghetti. I looked towards my friends with my mouth agape, but no. There was no longer five demigods. There were fifteen. Everything tripled in numbers as the barrel slipped from my hand and I collapsed on the floor in fits of coughing.