If Looks Could Kill

I Stare at the full blown riot that pulses through the entire camp. Now I may have only been here three days but I have a feeling that this is not normal, not at all normal.

What could have caused everyone to fight like this?

Chiron is the first to react, he grabs a large conch shell and blows into it, the sound travels through the whole camp, probably magic carrying the sound because it wasn't natural for that sound to be so strong for such a large period of time. The whole camp stops. People stop fighting and everyone looks towards Chiron and us.

"What is the meaning of this?" Chiron's voice controls the whole camp. People look around, confused. As if even they don't know why they are fighting. Whispers begin to travel around the camp, fast, furious and worried. No one has a explanation.

Until a black, hooded guy armed with only a simple bow and a quiver of arrows steps forwards.

"Who is that?" Percy whispers to Annabeth.

"I have no idea." She replies worriedly.

The man (I'm guessing man because, hello, built like a god) takes a small and controlled step forwards towards Chiron and the group standing on the porch with me.

"I take full responsibility for this riot." He speaks he has a low gruff voice. I can instantly tell that it's not his real voice, though I have no idea how. The man has a dark black hood that covers the top half of his face and shadows the bottom, you can tell that he's wearing a mask too because his chin is midnight navy blue. His military style jacket and pants are both a dark black, the shoes are steel tipped combat boots which looked specifically designed for his outfit as the colour matched that of his mask, they bore only a wisp of dirt.

All I can think of is that this guy is a Oliver Queen wannabe. You know the Green Arrrow. Stephen Amell, he's damn hot so I'm low-key hoping that it is him under that mask but sadly I know it's not because Oliver wears green, hence the name "green arrow" and is also sadly, Fictional.

"And who are you?" I ask surprised at the amount of charmspeak I pour into my voice.

"I work for Omega. I come as a warning for what is to come. If this riot was a scandal then what Omega has planned for you is going to be a shock. Omega is angry, he wants revenge for what Zeus did to him, he is prepared to sacrifice everything for his revenge." The Hooded guys speaks out with not a single person speaking over him. The deathly silence is almost as scary as this man.

I take a step closer, a curious step. "If he sent you here as a warning then why are you not attacking?" I question again, heavy on the charmspeak. I cannot tell if it's the charmspeak that's making his talk or orders from Omega.

"I'm too big on fighting. But you, I'd be willing to do." A smirk creeps into his stone cold voice and I feel Itch's hand tighten around mine and I release his grip and take another step closer.

"I'll fight you." I say confidently. I hear everyone around me suck in their breathes and I also know that no one is going to try stop me as I look back and Percy gives me an encouraging look.

"No weapons, just hand to hand combat." The man says. I nod. This is my type of fight. He drops his bow and quiver. A circle of demigods surround the man, leaving only a gap for me as I walk off the porch, my high heels clicking on the wooden planks.

"You're not going to take off your mask?" I question him. He laughs and pulls down his hood. The blue mask covers his entire face minus his eyes.

"If you win you can remove it." He tells me. "You sure you don't want proper shoes?" He asks me with a hint of laughter still in his voice. I remember Percy asking me this before our fight the other days and hide a smirk.

"Well I do happen to like this pair so you break them you can buy me a new pair I taunt him.

Chiron steps in between us. "I have no idea who you are or what's going on but for some reason this feels right." He muses outloud.

"That's because it's meant to happen." Rachel's voice lingers in the air. "I had a vision of Charlie fighting a masked guy when she was in the infirmary yesterday. I had no idea it'd be so soon though." She confesses.

This all does feel right too me. I've been itching to have a proper fight, good hand on hand combat like the old times, none of Percy's fancy swords or anything just me, the opponent and our fists. Also a mask but that a worry for later.

Chiron starts the fight.

We circle each other for a moment before the man instantly takes the first move. He punches forwards, aiming for my face but I easily dodge sideways. I quickly retaliate with a sharp jab toward his jaw but he knocks my fist sideways with his right hand I quickly raise my left hand and uppercut his chin before he even notices what's coming. He barely blinks before his next punch hits its mark on the side of my neck and sends me flying back into the crowd.

Hes strong. Seriously strong. He's definitely a demigod because no human has that amount of strength. I don't falter though. Getting instantly back up to my feet and ballanced on my high heels. "I told you I didn't want these shoes dirty." I whine as I run towards the man. He turns his right side to me as I expected to take the blow. So instead of just a side step in front of him and knee him in the balls. He still doesn't even flinch. Most of the guys that I fought with in the streets of Piccadilly lost it with that move?! I lock eyes with the guy. Wondering what his deal was. His eyes were a bright green that I'd never seen before. His eyes flash with something that I don't recognise before he pushes me backwards. We spar for a few minutes. My moves and his equally matched.

I have a sudden determination win as I land a punch too his face. I wonder if he can feel anything under that mask. I lose track of what happening by getting distracted by his mask and the man pushes me to the ground. I choke as my body slams down. I don't let him get the better of me though as I kick a heel into his shin. The heel breaks and the man lets out a loud grunt as he falls on top of me. He weighs a lot I realise as I attempt to push him off me. He pins my arms over my head with one arm as he clicks a pocket knife to my throat. The crowds that were once cheering a supporting me instantly stopped. Silenced by the blade. I gulp knowing that one wrong move will end me.

"Well, you certainly put up more of a fight than I expected Chica he growls loudly, "sorry that I have to cut this short. I was having fun, no ones been as good of an opponent as you for quite a while now, ever since the boss stopped training with me anyway."

"That's against the rules!" I hear Percy shout.

"So what?!" The man yells, "I made the rules."

I struggle with my hands, the man assuming that I'm trying to get free from him. But really I reaching for my bracelet. The one from Aphrodite. The Whip. Because if he can play dirty so can I. I manage to undo the clasp and the sudden spring of the whip exiting the bracelet surprises the man and he unwillingly releases hold on my hands. I instantly whip him right across the face. He yells and stumbles backwards holding his face. Screaming bloody murder. I get up and kick my beloved broken heels.

"Looks like someone owes me a new pair of shoes I gloat. I guess I won't kill you because I really do want a replacement." I tell him smugly. I take a step towards him with my whip still in my hand, ready to be used and lift my hand up to his mask. "I also get to find out who you are." I lift the mask up slightly and hear his faintly whisper,

"please don't do this." I choose to ignore it and in one quick pull, I am holding the mask in my other hand.

I stare into his face and realise that I don't recognise him. Not at all.

But I hear gasps all around me. I looks around to see shock on everyone's faces, And I hear Percy whisper, "Charlie?"

Notes

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-Chelsea