So here's my warning, this story is going to be filled with death and murder and corpses. But go ahead and read it. And there's pretty much not a main pairing.

Anyways, I'm a teenage girl, so I'm definitely not Rick Riordan.

It was a shock. So shocking that it was hard to believe. But the deaths were increasing, a new corpse found each day, already rotting. And when the terrifyingly strong and scary Clarisse LaRue was found, hanging from a tree branch, innards not in her body, the ever so clever Leo Valdez decide to investigate, not because he cared about Clarisse. No, she was scarier than Annabeth.

He just wanted to catch the person.

"No." Leo stared at his best friend, mouth open in disbelief. No? What did she mean no?

"But Pipes-"

"No."

"This is important."

"I said no." She was being so uncharacteristically sour. Of course, that might have to do with Lacey being found earlier in the week, head smashed in by a large blunt object. "I don't want to-"

She was cut off by a very obviously female scream. The two of them rushed to the scene to find what happened. Though most likely, they would find another dead comrade. Drew ran over to Piper and hugged the Cherokee, which first off was a huge sign that something terrible had happened and mentally debilitated her. And Leo, though at first quite proud of his large vocabulary that he used in his head, seriously wished that Drew would stop hanging on Piper so that he could panic and hug onto his friend.

"Gods. No." No one felt like talking, not even Leo. There weren't any words that could describe the horror that the three of them saw. Blood pooled around the victim, or what remained of the victim. "Not him."

One would think that after all that they had seen, fighting monsters, watching allies die in battle, and all the corpses they had seen in the past two weeks would have prepared them. But one can never be prepared to lose someone in such a horrific manner. Limbs were detached from the body, clearly broken in several different places. The heart ripped out, stabbed by one of the ribs. It was almost impossible to recognize who had been so cruelly murdered. But despite all of the blood, they could still see the short blond hair and SPQR tattoo.

After the initial shock wore off, Piper pried her half-sister off and ran up to him, tears forming in her eyes. And all Leo could do was watch his friend as she cradled the boy's dead body in her arms.

He was a friend, a good person, a hero. If anyone had to go out in such a way, couldn't have at least been someone who was out to destroy the world or something like that? Soon, people gathered around, and Leo frowned at all of them, even Percy, who usually made everyone smile. This couldn't be real. Leo looked around, as if he would find the killer automatically. He then shook his head.

It wasn't like they'd stick around for a memorial service or something like that. If they did, they had a sick sense of humor. Whoever did this was sick. That made fifteen people. Fifteen dead. And they still hadn't caught whoever had done it. That was what made Leo so mad. It wasn't like anyone had gone looking. And the gods had to be watching this. How could they not be when their kids were dying one by one?

It was personal now. Leo was going to catch whoever this bastard was and make them pay for all that they had done. Annabeth elbowed him and told him to help her get Piper off of Jason. His first thought was why him, but then he realized that everyone else was having panic attacks, and Percy was no where in sight. He was the only one not crying or freaking out. With a great amount of effort, they managed to get Piper back to the Aphrodite Cabin.

Tears filled her eyes, but it looked like she hadn't shed a single one. It was unnerving. Neither of them had cried. And when he stole a glance at Annabeth, it looked like she hadn't cried either. Was there something wrong with them? Or had they unknowingly known that this was going to happen? Had they already accepted the fact that absolutely no one at Camp Half-Blood was safe from this threat? Were they all going to die? Was this the end? Wasn't the camp supposed to be a safe place?

At least Thalia wasn't here. She had already lost her brother once. Just thinking of how the Hunter would be devastated to know that her brother was actually dead and not sent off to train with a pack of wolves.

This wasn't fair. The world wasn't fair, he knew that. He lost his mom at a young age, and it was his fault. And old sludge lady wanted him dead. But he had friends. He was sure that they would grow old together, the best of friends. He was sure that he would have gotten Calypso off of Ogygia. He needed more time. This wasn't enough. Why was time the only thing he needed? Why couldn't he have more of it?

This had to be a sick nightmare. But this theory was disproved when Piper fainted into his arms. Stress? After all, she'd lost her half-sister a couple days ago and now her boyfriend, who just happened to be his friend. Annabeth ran off to get an Apollo kid. As if they were done mourning Will's death. He was the first, and it had seriously just looked like suicide.

And just suicide sounds really bad, but Leo would take a person committing suicide over a mysterious murder series that seemed to have gotten lost from Creepypasta or something. There was no doubt that foul play was involved. After all, people don't disassemble themselves and rip out their hearts. First off, Leo was pretty sure that was impossible. And secondly, that would be a lot of pain to inflict upon oneself even with a reason.

And thirdly, Jason would never do that. Clarisse wouldn't have gutted herself. Lacey definitely wouldn't kill herself. No one here would. Someone else was here. There was another player in this game, and Leo would find them. For Jason, for Piper, for everyone. Yeah, he could feel this was his job. He was going to solve this mystery.

"Leo?"

"Yeah Piper?"

"I'm gonna find out who did this." Great, he had an ally. Perfect. After all, even though he was a genius with mechanics, he needed a person that understood emotion to help.

"Me too Pipes. We'll find ´em."

And that, my friends, is the end of Chapter 1.