If Looks Could Kill

Sometimes I wonder where I'd be right now if I had never killed my parents. I would probably still be sitting in the back of Bio, not paying attention and being annoying. I wanted to keep fighting, I'd applied to become a Victoria Secrets model and had a high chance of getting in.

I was running for head girl at school. (Like class president but while school) I had a 'thing' with a really cute British guy.

I was a rich bitch. No one or nothing was getting in the way of my life. I had friends and enemies, lovers and haters. I was pretty and popular, nerdy and shunned. I was living a good life.

My fighting was going great. I was fully trained and I loved it. i loved the shock when I showed up in heels and jeans-- I guess you could call me a show off-- and totally kicked their arses.

The gods are idiots. They have totally turned my life upside down. And it's not just me. My half brother or sister whatever my 'caregiver' had is living somewhere else not even knowing that I murdered their mother. I need to find that child.

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I run at full speed towards Percy's cabin and don't even stop to pick my fluffy pink slipper up off the wet grass when I lose it. I smash the door open to his cabin and hear a loud girlish gasp come from the bunks. I see Two bodies tumble out the bottom bunk and smash onto the floor. Annabeth crawls out of the tangled sheets in her bra searching for her shirt. Percy pulls his shorts back up and he seems to be laughing while Annabeth turns bright red. I stand there shocked for a few moments. Then they both take in my disheveled appearance and Annabeth runs up to me,

"Charlie! What's wrong?" She asks genuinely concerned for my well being considering I was standing in front of her with messy hair and no make-up. My dressing gown was trailing behind me dripping from the wet grass and I was missing one fluffy pin slipper. If I wasn't so shocked about my 'mother' I'd be horrified at my outfit.

"I know w-who my godly mother is." I say trying not to stutter. Their eyes widen.

"who is it?" Percy says quickly.

"Aphro-fucking-dite." I say snarling. I still haven't gotten over the fact that she actually has the nerve to ask me to save her!

"Figures, get Piper," Percy mumbles to Annabeth who nods and takes her New York Yankees cap and disappears. Like literally disappears.

"Cool cap!" I say to no one in particular.

"So what's so -fucking- in Aphrodite?" Percy asks me confused as to why I am angry about her being my mother.

"She swapped me!" I cry into his shoulder.

"Swapped you?" He questions,

"I have a half sibling, my dad got Aphrodite pregnant and then got together with my 'mum' because she was the same amount pregnant. Dad kept me and told her that I was her baby and Aphrodite 'took care' or the other baby!" I explain as best as I can with out crying or buffering.

Piper and Annabeth show up again. "So that's why the charmspeak wasn't working on you," Piper marvels.

"And that still doesn't explain how you killed people without touching them," Annabeth muses.

"Yes it does. Once, a long time ago a child of Aphrodite was born. His looks, they literally killed people." She says seriously. I look at her in shock.

Ok I knew I was good looking but enough to kill someone? That's just crazy. But then again everything to do with the gods is crazy.

"Holy shit." Percy swears.

"You must be red." Annabeth says toying with my hair,

"that means our mother is missing." Piper finishes.

"Well I guess we're going on a quest!" Percy says glumly.

Notes

Sorry it took so long, I've just been a bit busy lately. I have four exams coming up and I just brought an I phone six!