Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson

A/N: I got this idea from the song "Lost in Your Own Life" by Alexa Vega.

Slightly AU (you'll see why), short story (as in 7-10 chapters being the max), Luke/OC, this takes place between The Lightening Thief, and The Sea of Monsters, and it's in the OC's POV. There will be dialogue from the book/s too, so bear with me here. Hope you enjoy!

Every large family has its angels and its demon. ~ Joseph Roux

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I sat in my corner, trying to read a book, but it wasn't exactly working. With all the kids crowded in the Hermes cabin things were tight, not to mention loud. Every few seconds there were screams, or someone would fall into me, or bump into me, or throw something that would hit me. Almost everyone in here was acting mischievous and obnoxious. Unlike me.

I was one of the few odd ones in here (I'll admit, though, I do have urges to pull pranks once in a while, but not as much as some cabins here). I didn't belong here, but my godly parent was just too busy to claim me! But I just couldn't take it in here for very much longer! I'd go nuts spending another night checking my sleeping bag for bugs before I actually lay down and went to sleep. Even then I would have to keep an eye open for any pranks that might possibly come my way.

I finally closed my book, fed up and done, and held it snuggly to my chest. I knew that most in here liked to steal whatever they could get their hands on. Especially the Stoll brothers. They were the worst. I always kept an eye on them when they weren't busy with their usual pranks on someone else in camp.

I sighed just as the door of the cabin opened. I looked over and saw Chiron standing in the doorway. Behind him were two others. Annabeth's blond hair I could distinguish from a mile away, the younger kid standing next to her I didn't know. Must've been a newcomer.

Great.

Another addition to this already crowded cabin.

Automatically I stood and bowed to Chiron, as did everyone else in the cabin. They may have been little devils themselves, but they knew who to show respect to and how to do it.

I heard him mutter something to the boy and Annabeth before he galloped off. We all straightened up and examined the boy who stepped hesitantly up to the door and peered inside.

He looked nervous, slightly sick, but like he'd done this before. Like this was the same old thing he went through every day (well… maybe not every day). I scrutinized him carefully. He had jet-black hair, these wonderful sea-green eyes, and was slightly tanned. On the other hand he was small, maybe eleven or twelve, and lanky. He didn't look so tough, but if he was a half-blood odds are he'd been in some schoolyard fights before.

"Well," Annabeth muttered. "Go on." she told the new kid.

He gulped visibly and started forward only to trip on the lip of the door. He blushed like mad as people snickered and rolled their eyes. Me included. For a half-blood he sure was… klutzy.

Annabeth stepped up and introduced him. "Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven." she announced.

"Regular or undetermined?" I called.

He looked like he wanted to talk but didn't know what that meant, therefore didn't know what to say.

Annabeth, of course, had that covered for him. "Undetermined." she said.

The cabin simultaneously groaned.

Even better. Yet another undetermined. Just like me.

Before I could sit down and enjoy at least a few seconds of reading, the oldest of us all in this cabin stepped forward to greet our new cabin mate. I almost dropped my book and mentally swooned.

Luke.

"Now, now campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there." he said, like the awesome guy he was.

Luke was older, like nineteen older. (But I wasn't far behind: eighteen.) He was tall and muscular. He had short-cropped sandy hair and always had a warm, friendly smile for everyone. Almost everyone looked up to him. All the girls gossiped about him. Like me.

I could see Percy's slightly unsettled look as he noticed Luke's scar. The one a dragon gave him that started below his right eye and went all the way down to his jaw.

"This is Luke," Annabeth said. My eyes strayed to her when I noticed the slight change in her voice. It looked like she was blushing lightly. I gritted my teeth and gripped my book tighter. It was all too obvious she liked him. This only made me mad because I liked him too, and honestly I thought that he'd be so much better with me anyway.

Annabeth was a sweet, smart girl. Like all the daughters of Athena. But she didn't belong with Luke. Sure he'd traveled with her, and sure she knew stuff about him. But, I've been coming for five years (yeah, undetermined for five years… I'd rather not talk about that at the moment), I had hung out with him a lot more here at camp. And I'm pretty sure I knew him better than her, if not that, I knew for a fact that I knew just as much about Luke as Annabeth did. Besides she didn't seem right with him. I mean, if I pictured them together it didn't feel right. Like they just weren't meant to be.

Don't roll your eyes. I'm just telling about this deep set feeling I have about the Luke-and-Annabeth thing going on.

"He's your counselor for now." Annabeth finished. Her voice and face had hardened again. I noticed Percy was looking at her. I snorted softly, everyone knew about her crush on Luke, it wasn't like she needed to hide it from a newcomer.

"For now?" Percy asked.

"You're undetermined." Luke explained as patient as always. That was just one of the great traits about him that I loved and adored. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I watched as Percy looked at the spot Luke had given him. He shifted the Minotaur's horn in his hand but kept it firmly within his grasp. Good choice, I thought. Then he looked around the cabin at all of his new roomies. I leaned against the wall, crossed my arms, and stared out the window parallel from me.

"How long will I be here?" he finally asked. I looked back at them: Annabeth, Percy, and Luke.

"Good question." Luke said. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

I chuckled and rolled my eyes as the rest of the campers broke into laughter.

"Come on," Annabeth said quickly. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it." Percy objected stubbornly.

I shook my head. He was more clueless than I originally assumed. I'm surprised he wasn't brought here earlier.

"Come on." Annabeth hissed grabbing his wrist and dragging him out. The cabin eleven members continued to laugh at him.

Poor kid.

How could someone like him slay a Minotaur? It just didn't seem possible. And neither did the fact that he was rumored to be the son of one of the Big Three. Him, part of the Big Three, yeah, right.

I let out a small sigh and sat down in my little corner again, as the mischief picked up. I tried my best to tune them out and read my book when Luke came over and sat down next to me. I froze and my heart started racing. I tried to keep the blood from rushing up to my cheeks but it did anyway.

"Hey," I mumbled biting my lip and not looking directly at him.

"How're things going over here, Tori?" he asked. My full name is Victoria, but I like to go by Tori.

I shrugged and closed my book. I looked at him and then away.

"The usual." I muttered looking around at all the mayhem.

Luke chuckled. "What is that book you've got there?" he asked gesturing with his chin.

"Oh, this…" I patted the book. "This is called The Red Pyramid, by Rick Riordan. It's about the Egyptian gods. It's really cool." That was such a lame word! Cool? What was I thinking? "You-you should read it sometime." I suggested nodding, still avoiding his gaze.

"I might just do that." he said smiling. I swooned mentally. "Well, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later?" I nodded biting my lip, trying not to smile hugely and making myself look like an idiot.

He sighed and got up. I watched him go until he was lost in the sea of bodies that was our cabin. I sighed and rubbed my temples; this was going to be a long day.

Just as I thought this I heard a scream that broke the sound barrier. I bolted up and turned toward the door, as did everyone else. All motion stopped in the Hermes cabin (which was hard to do, this must've serious). The scream was then cut off by what sounded like a fire hose of water. Before I knew it, people were pushing and shoving to get outside. I got caught up with the wave, and was shoved through the door. I stumbled out, book still in hand, and quickly ran forward so I wouldn't get trampled by the rest of the cabin.

I thrust my way through the crowd that was building around the bathrooms, and managed to get to the front just in time to see Clarisse and two of her cohorts stumble out, drenched in water. The ground around the bathroom was muddy because there had been so much water.

What had happened? Did the pipes back up or something? How did Clarisse get so wet? She and her two siblings fell to the muddy ground (that smelled like sewage), dazed and confused. There wasn't any talk with any of the campers around. Everyone was just too dumbfounded to see Clarisse—Clarisse, daughter of Ares—grounded by… bathroom water.

A stupefied Percy, and a wet Annabeth stepped into view from the bathroom door. Clarisse shot daggers at Percy as she spat, "You're dead, new boy. You are totally dead."

All heads turned up simultaneously to look at how Percy would respond. He didn't look… frightened. What he said, didn't sound like he was frightened either: "You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth."

Camper's mouths fell open, including mine. He did not just stand up Clarisse like that.

Clarisse didn't take it well. She lunged forward but her siblings caught her and started wrestling her back to their cabin, (a red cabin that looked like it had been painted with fists; the roof was lined with barbed wire and a stuffed wild boar's head hung over the doorway, it's eyes following your every move. Rock music blared) kicking and screaming, curses I might add. We parted like the Red Sea for her, dodging her kicks and punches.

The campers started to disperse and head back to wherever they were, to whatever they were doing. I hung around a little longer. Right now Annabeth was staring at Percy. I couldn't read her expression.

"What?" Percy demanded lightly blushing. I guess he couldn't read her expression either. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," she said, "that I want you on my team for capture the flag." My eyebrow immediately rose as I turned to walk away. Annabeth, being the daughter of the goddess Athena, was no doubt already thinking of a plan to win this week's game of capture the flag. Too bad Percy was too naïve to realize this. I chuckled as I headed toward my cabin. This would be an interesting night. Add that to the fact that Clarisse had a vendetta with Percy and you've got yourself one heck of a game.

Things weren't exactly quiet in the Hermes cabin; it was almost dinnertime so they were getting more rowdy than usual. Nonetheless, I did my best to ignore them and at least try to read. I sat in my little corner, and opened my book to my marked place. I had just started reading when Percy entered.

I tried to ignore him as well and continued reading, but soon Luke walked up to him, with things in his hands. I found myself reading the same line over and over again, not comprehending what I was reading even though I had read it about seven times by now.

"Found you a sleeping bag," he said. "And here, I stole some toiletries from the camp store." I smiled at that. I had totally given up reading by now. Instead I was pretending to read while I really listened to Luke and Percy's conversation.

"Thanks." Percy replied.

"No prob." Luke said sitting down and leaning against the wall. "Tough first day?"

"I don't belong here." Percy said. "I don't even believe in gods."

"Yeah, that's how we all started." Luke sympathized. "Once you start believing in them? It doesn't get any easier." Bitterness had crept into his voice. I sighed; a pang of longing to go over and comfort him hit me. I knew how he felt, believe it or not. Maybe not in the exact same way, but the bitterness toward my godly parent was there.

I know it's confusing. I don't know who my godly parent is, right? Well, I've got a pretty good hunch. I'm 99.98 percent sure that my godly parent is Apollo. And here's why: after a year at camp another guy came in who looked just like me. Turns out, with a little P.I. help, we were fraternal twins that were separated at birth. Our mom was the same so that had to mean our dad also had to be the same. Guess what happened? Two years after both of us staying here and being undetermined Apollo decided to claim—randomly I might add—my brother and not me. (We don't speak anymore.)

Now I don't know if he knew that we were twins, or that we had the same mom, but how couldn't he? I mean we were twins for gods sakes! Yet, he still didn't claim me. For about a year I tried to come up with a good explanation as to why he didn't claim me, all of them far-fetched and ridiculous. Then I gave up and just decided that he didn't care about me, or was too ashamed to have me as a daughter. I always swayed toward the latter.

And there you have it, my sob story (but it isn't as bad as you think, because I do get to be with Luke more often). So I knew just how Luke felt. I was pretty seething mad at Apollo, but what could I do, you know?

I tuned back into Percy and Luke's conversation hoping I hadn't missed too much.

"…merchants, thieves. Anyone who uses the road. That's why you're here, enjoying cabin eleven's hospitality. Hermes isn't picky about who he sponsors."

"You ever meet your dad?" Percy asked ignoring the comment of everyone here being a nobody (as did I). I knew he was mad, he probably didn't mean to say that.

"Once."

There was a pause. No one talked. Percy had wandered into dangerous territory there. But Luke being Luke, he merely smiled and moved on. "Don't worry about it, Percy. The camper's here, they're mostly good people. After all, we're extended family, right? We take care of each other."

There was another small pause.

"Clarisse, from Ares, was joking about me being 'Big Three' material." Percy started. I let out a small chuckle. I'm sure a lot of people here were joking about Percy being Big Three material. "Then Annabeth… twice, she said I might be 'the one.' She said I should talk to the Oracle. What was that all about?"

"I hate prophecies." Luke said flatly folding up his switchblade, which he'd apparently pulled out while I was telling you about my story.

"What do you mean?" Percy asked totally oblivious.

"Let's just say I messed things up for everybody else. The last two years, ever since my trip to the Garden of Hesperides went sour, Chiron hasn't allowed any more quests." I shuddered. I remember that. It wasn't pretty. Especially seeing the nasty scar Luke got fresh and raw. I felt so bad for him. "Annabeth's been dying to get out into the world." Luke continued. "She pestered Chiron so much he finally told her he already knew her fate. He'd had a prophecy from the Oracle. He wouldn't tell her the whole thing, but he said Annabeth wasn't destined to go on a quest yet. She had to wait until… somebody special came to camp."

"Somebody special?"

"Don't worry about it, kid," Luke said, his tone lightening tremendously. "Annabeth wants to think every new camper who comes through here is the omen she's been waiting for. Now, come on, its dinnertime." I closed my book and listened for the sound of the conch horn. I stood up as did Luke. "Eleven, fall in!" he ordered.

Everyone got in line according to seniority, so I was right behind Luke. We then marched to the mess hall pavilion while the satyrs, wood nymphs, naiads, and the other cabins also came in. We all crowded around the overcrowded cabin eleven table and sat down. I sat across from Luke and Percy. I tried to look everywhere but them because I didn't want to seem creepy and stalker-ish. Everyone chatted and laughed, in the cabin five's case belching as well.

Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion and everything went silent. He raised his glass. "To the gods!"

We all copied and raised our glasses. "To the gods!" Then wood nymphs came forward with platters of amazing smelling food, as always.

"Speak to it." Luke instructed. "Whatever you want—nonalcoholic, of course."

"Cherry Coke." Percy told it. I watched as the glass filled up. He paused then it looked like a light bulb had gone off in his head. "Blue Cherry Coke." Percy picked up the cup now filled with cobalt blue coke, and took a cautious sip. I couldn't help but smile at this. Just then I met Luke's gaze, he seemed to be enjoying himself right now as well. I blushed and looked down, biting my lip. I quickly said water to my cup and then filled my plate.

I got up just as Luke handed Percy a big plate of brisket. I went to the bronze brazier and dumped a small grape vine, with big, ripe grapes, into the fire. I stared at the blazing flames. "The gods." I murmured.

Then, I turned and went to sit back down.

Once everyone was done eating Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble to grab everyone's attention again.

Mr. D then stood up letting out a sigh loud enough you could probably hear it from a mile away. "Yes," he drawled. "I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says the next capture the flag is Friday. Cabin five presently holds the laurels."

Behind the Hermes cabin came the cheers and cries of the Ares cabin. I hunched my shoulders a bit; slightly afraid I'd get hit by something.

"Personally," Mr. D continued making his voice louder than the cheers. "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you we have a new camper today." He sounded absolutely bored out of his skull. "Peter Johnson."

Chiron leaned over to murmur in Mr. D's ear while some people from cabin eleven snickered.

"Er, Percy Jackson," Mr. D corrected not sounding embarrassed or sorry at all. "That's right. Hurrah and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on."

We all cheered and got up from the table. The campers headed down to the amphitheater, where Apollo's cabin (which I should totally be in) led a sing-along. It was like a normal campfire at a normal camp. We sang songs (although the difference being we sang songs about the gods), we ate s'mores, joked around, and just had fun.

Then, when the conch horn blew again we all headed back to our cabins for, hopefully, a restful night's sleep.

The rest of the week was just training, reading, arts and crafts, etc. It was normal. Of course Percy got special treatment to see whose godly father he belonged to, but I didn't really think that was fair. They didn't do that with all the other campers that came in.

I went on with my daily routine. Archery (my skills were above par; coincidence, I think not!), reading Greek and talking about the gods and myths, the climbing wall, and then I pretty much had a "free period," if you will.

I usually spent my free time reading unless I had to do something else like swordsmanship or other important things you needed to learn to fight Greek monsters (sometimes arts and crafts). Sometimes I'd look for Luke (don't judge me!), but this time I watched Percy. I wanted to see if they could actually determine his godly parent just by putting him in archery, wrestling, or racing/running.

The only one I really got to see though was wrestling. It was kind of funny, because Clarisse was totally pummeling him into a pulp. Then again, I felt bad for the poor kid; it wasn't fun getting beat up by a child of Ares. That's why I tried to avoid wrestling as much as I could.

Then Thursday I was called to sword-fighting lessons, along with Percy, Luke (yay for me!), and the rest of the Hermes cabin. I thought I was a pretty good sword fighter. Certainly not as good as Luke—he was, like, the best—but I'd always practice while away and I knew that I was getting better; getting closer to Luke's standards.

Usually the campers would get gifts from their godly parent, but because Apollo didn't know I even existed, I decided to have my own weapons made (I have my connections). A switchblade (that came out with the press of a button. And, no, it wasn't because Luke had one if that's what you were thinking), the generic sword like they had here at camp and, of course, a customized bow (the arrows I could get from camp). No doubt, the sword and switchblade were made of celestial bronze.

Anyhow, we started with practice dummies dressed in Greek armor. I didn't like drills. They were nothing compared to a real demigod (if we ever had to fight one another), or a real monster. I didn't see how it helped at all. That was where I got my own training from. If a monster ever found me or I found the monster I'd fight it. That's what I called training.

Finally we went onto dueling.

Luke was Percy's partner and I'll admit I was a bit envious. I had wanted to be Luke's partner. Oh well, maybe next time. Or maybe I could just duel him later when we both had some free time. That sounded like more fun….

"Good luck," I told Percy, walking up to him when Luke had announced this. "Luke's the best swordsman since the last three hundred years."

I saw Percy swallow and tried to hide my laugh.

"Maybe he'll go easy on me," he replied in a very unconfident voice.

I snorted and turned away before I could burst out laughing. That would've been so rude.

We got in our dueling pairs and began. It was fun, and pretty easy. Not, like a cake walk, but definitely getting there.

Finally we got a water break. I was grateful for that. I was parched; my throat as dry as the desert.

During this break I noticed Percy covered in sweat, from head to toe. I was mid swallow and started choking because I had started laughing. Some people around me asked if I was okay I was coughing/laughing so hard. What? He looked funny. I could tell Luke had totally pounded him. It was just funny to think about, all right?

"Okay, everybody circle up!" Luke called. "If Percy doesn't mind, I'd like to give you a little demo."

This was going to be good.

"This is difficult," he started, looking around at everyone seriously, for they were trying to hide their smiles and suppress their giggles in coughs. Thankfully, I was done laughing at him. My throat was still a little sore, actually. "I've had it used against me. No laughing at Percy, now. Most swordsmen have to work years to master this technique." He then proceeded to demonstrate the move in slow motion.

Percy's sword hit the floor.

"Now in real time," Luke ordered as Percy picked up his sword and got ready. "We keep sparring until one of us pulls it off. Ready, Percy?"

They began and surprisingly enough, Percy was doing a pretty good job. But as I watched I saw him get nervous as Luke pressed harder on him. Then, without notice, Percy tried to the move and it worked. My mouth fell open. Everyone around was stunned into silence the only noise, Luke's sword clattering on the ground.

He actually did it. Now he was standing with his sword an inch away from Luke's unprotected chest.

He said the last thing I would've thought someone would say: "Um, sorry." He lowered his sword as I covered my mouth, snickering. Luke met my gaze for a moment out of the corners of his eyes. Blood rushed up to my cheeks, I stopped laughing, and I looked down, embarrassed.

"Sorry?" Luke asked incredulous, but happily surprised. A grin appeared on his face. "By the gods, Percy, why are you sorry? Show me that again!" He encouraged picking up his sword.

Percy looked reluctant but Luke was persistent and they soon began another duel. It didn't last very long though, because as soon as their swords met, Luke performed the trick, quite nicely, and Percy's sword went skidding across the floor.

There was a pause as the arena fell silent once more.

"Beginner's luck?" I asked.

Luke relaxed and wiped the sweat off his forehead, appraising Percy carefully. "Maybe," he started skepticism clear in his voice. "But I wonder what Percy could do with a balanced sword…."

I didn't feel like reading, so I wandered around the camp, people watching. I wandered into the woods even though I could potentially be attacked by a monster and I wasn't particularly paying attention right now. That and the fact that it was getting dark probably wasn't a good combination. But it was nice to see the forest in the dark. It turned things a cool shade of blue and really dark purples. It really was magnificent.

I didn't exactly know where I was heading, just following the small stream that was deep within the forest. The sound of it flowing over the rocks was soothing and relaxing. Then I started recognizing the terrain. I was coming up to a small waterfall in about a hundred feet or so. About fifty feet away I heard talking…. Two guys and they were planning—or something—it sounded like. I couldn't quite make out the words; if I could just get a little closer….

I held my breath and started forward being careful not to step on any twigs, that was always a dead giveaway. Finally I got close enough to hear and see. It was Luke and he was talking to someone with… something. It definitely wasn't an Iris Message because there was no mist, no rainbows. I couldn't see who it was though.

"…they don't suspect a thing?" Luke was asking in a whisper. He turned his head to the left and I quickly ducked behind a tree so he wouldn't spot me. My heart was hammering against my rib cage. What was Luke up to?

The person on the message laughed. "Not one bit."

"Good, the boy is here. Now all I have to do is get him out of camp. I'm summoning a hellhound tonight, right after capture the flag begins. It'll be perfect." Luke responded. I was frozen behind my tree. "Chiron will have to send him on a quest."

The man grunted. "Clever kid. Wouldn't mind having you as a son."

Luke snorted. "It didn't take a lot of wit; Zeus is so arrogant he thinks no one will steal his master bolt." Was that what the rumors were about? What had been stolen? Zeus's master bolt?

I swallowed and shook my head. I didn't want to believe it.

No. Just no. Luke would never do anything like that. He was too nice. He couldn't have…! I didn't want to believe it!

"Well, I'll be seeing you soon. Dinner is about to start." Luke said.

I didn't hear the other person's response because I was sneaking away. I couldn't believe this! I wasn't going to believe this! Luke had nothing to do with the missing item. Nothing at all.

"Tori?"

I jumped a mile and froze. I tried to calm myself and compose a mask. It took a few moments but I managed a small smile. I swallowed and turned around.

"Hey-hey, Luke." I said my voice cracking and off pitch. I cleared my throat and swallowed again.

He walked up to me. I tried not to cringe away and keep my heart rate at a normal level.

"You okay? You look a little… frightened." he asked. No. He couldn't be evil! He couldn't be. He looked sincere! He did!

"I-I'm f-fine." I replied. Curse my stuttering. "The… forest is… frightening as night some-sometimes."

Luke reached up and put his hand lightly on my arm. My heart spasmed and I almost fainted. Not because he was probably evil, but because he was this close. What? A crush is a crush, right? I still had faith in him! What was wrong with that?

"Are you sure? You look a little pale." he asked taking a step forward.

I swallowed hard. "Do I?" My voice cracked again.

Luke narrowed his eyes. I bit my lip afraid he'd figure out I was listening in on his conversation.

"What were you doing out here anyway? All by yourself? When it's getting dark." he asked taking another step toward me. He towered over me. I hadn't realized he was this tall.

I shrugged.

"Well, you know, I didn't feel like reading and… I was tired from today's training, I thought a nice evening walk in the forest would do me some good." I lied hoping he'd believe me.

Luke was still examining me with those piercing icy blue eyes. (They weren't cold, that was just their color.) Finally after a moment of contemplating—it looked like—he grabbed my arm (and not lightly either) and asked, "What did you hear?"

I panicked. My heart fluttered in my chest and I felt slightly lightheaded.

"What-what are you talking about?" I asked trying to pull out of his grasp. He only tightened his grip. He wouldn't hurt me. He wouldn't. We were friends. We'd known each other ever since I had first come here!

"Don't lie to me, Tori." he warned. "I know you were hiding behind that tree. Now tell me, what did you hear?"

I looked down at the small brook. "Did you do it? Did you really steal Zeus's master bolt?" I asked quietly. His silence was enough of an answer. Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't want to believe it, but here it was, right in my face. "I can't believe this!" I cried jerking my arm out of Luke's hand and slowly backing away. Worry flashed in his eyes but it quickly froze over.

"Tori—" he started stepping towards me.

I backed away more. "No! Get away from me!" I yelled right before turning and running.

"Tori!" Luke called after me. It wasn't soon after I heard pursuing footsteps. I pushed myself harder, but he had trained a lot and caught up to me fast. I don't even think we'd gone more than a hundred feet or so.

Luke caught me around the waist. I thrashed, trying to get out of his grip.

"Don't touch me!" I shrieked. "Help! Someone help me!"

Luke's free hand came up to cover my mouth, but I continued to thrash and kick and scream.

"Tori, Tori, calm down. Let me explain." He tried reasoning with me. "Tori, stop it." I wasn't listening to him. What was he going to do with me now that he knew I knew? Luke's hand came off my mouth and I took a breath in to scream again, but his hand came back with his switchblade. He held it lightly against my neck.

My first Percy Jackson fanfiction! Whoohoo! Hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think…. (And just in case you were wondering, the little "a"-like symbol at the top is supposed to be the number 1 in Greek….)

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