(A/N) The final past in round 2 is for Damien Leon who was submitted by Neversaydie72.

Still coming up in round three are the pasts of Paul, Rose, Nate, and Maia. Then the actual story will start. I'm not sure when anything will come out since this term is becoming much busier than I thought it would be. For now, I have winter break set as my next major writing deadline. Thank you for everyone who has reviewed, favourited, or followed this story.

Pain – Damien normally got along with his father; they loved each other usually. Normally they did everything together and they were very close. Normally their arguments didn't escalate to screaming matches but today, neither one was ready to back down. Damien wanted to go camping with a friend this weekend. He really, really wanted to go and he didn't think he needed to be babied anymore. His father didn't want him to go out with a family that he didn't know.

"It's not that I don't trust them but that I don't know them!" his father shouted.

"You don't know teachers yet you trust them with kids daily!" Damien screamed back.

"That's different!" his father exclaimed.

"How?" demanded Damien loudly.

"It's their job! They have to get a police check!" his father answered.

"Well Keith's fine! His parents haven't done anything to him!" Damien countered.

"That's not the point!" his father yelled, "Even if it was a teacher I wouldn't let you go!"

"Why not?" Damien shouted.

"Because I don't want you away from me!" his father shouted back.

"That's selfish!" Damien screamed, "I'm not a baby! I'm eleven!"

"You are still young!" his father countered.

"Would Mom have let me go?" demanded Damien.

"Your mother has nothing to do with this!" his father told him.

"Would she have let me go?" repeated Damien yelling louder with each word.

He hated to spring the mom card but his dad was driving him crazy and he really wanted to go camping.

"I don't know." his father huffed at last, "But it doesn't matter because I am not letting you go."

"I'll just climb out of my window." Damien told him.

"I'll call the police if you leave and I'm going to cal Keith's parents right now to tell them you aren't going on the trip." his father said and reached for the phone.

"I want to go and I'm going." Damien told him reaching down to pull on his backpack.

"You aren't going Damien Leon!" his father roared startling Damien and causing him to drop his pack.

"Then I hate you!" Damien shrieked.

"I am still calling them!" his father yelled.

Then his father turned back to the phone and started to dial the number Damien had given him.

"Don't!" Damien screamed and reached out a hand to stop his father.

What happened next surprised both of them. From Damien's hand, a bolt of ice formed and shot at his father. However, it missed his dad's hand and went straight through his chest. The phone dropped to the floor and so did Damien's father.

"Dad!" Damien exclaimed running over and dropping to his knees beside his father, "I'm sorry. I didn't, I mean, it was an accident, I swear I…"

"Camp Half-Blood." his father whispered with a shaky breath.

"Okay!" Damien promised holding his father's hand and avoiding looking at the hole in his chest.

"Love you." his father whispered.

"I love you too Dad." Damien said with tears streaming down his cheeks.

The only sound in the room was the sound of Damien's heart and then the sound of the dial tone on the landline. It was all so quiet compared to only moments before. Damien couldn't remember why going camping was so important to him; it all seemed so insignificant now. Shakily he got to his feet and made his way over to the kitchen. In the phone book was a pamphlet for Camp Half Blood which his father had shown him once. He had said Damien would go there one day. Opening it, Damien scanned the text before locating the address. It was far but he would have to get there. Luckily he was already packed.

Damien grabbed all the cash from the coffee can and then he had to go back to the living room to get his coat. He looked at his father's body and hoped that his dad, wherever he was, knew how sorry he was. Then he looked at where the bolt was. In the warmth of the house, the whole thing had almost melted. It could have been a harmless little icicle rather than a deadly weapon.

'There's no time to leave like the present.' Damien told himself as he slowly clenched and unclenched his fists.

Damien avoided looking down at his hands as he quietly slipped out of the house and away from his whole life.