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Sylas's attention turned toward the newest development of the game, watching as Mason and Andy stepped into the closet. He raised his hand to scratch his jaw as he glanced around. Regardless if Mason ever said it out loud or not, this was what he wanted. Andy. He had to keep himself from smirking at thought of Ajax's hatred at the sight. No doubt it took everything in the son Zeus not to intervene. Sylas contemplated making his way over to him, just to give him a little push. But before he moved his gaze froze on Alex.
The camp has seen more than its fair share of scuffles between Mason and Ajax, at this point it had grown to be expected every so often. Although the prospect of any fight was intriguing to Sylas, that's not what he wanted. He wanted to bring forth anger, hatred and disgust that people harbored deep inside. The dirty little demons they hid away from the world. Their true nature. He recalled Capture the Flag and the trial, the sharp and bitterly truthful words Andy exchanged with Alex. And then how easy the daughter of Zeus was to trigger with a fraction of his powers.
He only allowed himself a brief smirk before he made his way across the beach. Sylas snagged up a cup of something from the refreshment table, a beverage in a red solo cup that no one ever questioned. With the drink in hand, he made his way over to Alex. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look stunning this evening." When she reached out to take the cup from him, Sylas's other hand gently took her wrist in his. He made sure that they stood close, intimately. So if anyone else saw them, nothing looked out of order beyond Alex flirting with yet another guy.
With the touch of her wrist, Sylas let his powers slowly flow into Alex. He first filled her mind with false thoughts about himself. Simple ideas, that made him not seem like the bad guy. He's charming and a good guy. It's just a drink. Simple persuasion so that she didn't recoil at his touch. Then he let the deeper thoughts coil through her subconscious. Of course, Andy gets what she wants... Mason alone in the closet. She loves him more than your brother. She'd do anything for him. What does she do for Ajax? Nothing. Ajax deserves better than her. The bitch spoke out against you at your trial. Andy would rather see you dead. But, she can't kill you... If she's dead first.
It was never a secret when a Zeus child was angry. The sky began to rumble as dark clouds slowly began to form. Luckily enough for Alex, that in the dark of the night they were unseen. Her jaw was clenched and nostrils flared. Veins protruded from her neck while her knuckles went white with rage. Her anger was like that of an Ares kid, seeing red... tunnel vision. All that continued to circle through her mind was Andy. The bitch that toys with her brother. The whore who has to have Mason and Ajax. Self righteous bitch, who called her a murderer.
Before she had realized it, Alex had crossed the beach and was standing in front of the closet. No one tried to stop her. Or maybe they did, but she didn't notice. She didn't hesitate opening the door with so much force it was a surprise it didn't rip it off it's hinges. Inside stood Andy and Mason, chest to chest, lip to lip. Alex didn't even take a moment to assess the situation or take it in. Instead, her hand reached out and took a fistful of Andy's hair. Then with a forceful jerk, she yanked the brunette from Mason's arms and threw her down onto the ground.
Andy had no idea what was going on as she was flung face first into the sand. She barely had time to spit the grains out of her mouth before Alex was there. She jerked Andy over onto her back and pinned her down on the ground. Still in a state of shock, she didn't have a chance to block Alex's first punch which clipped her in the jaw. Before she had a chance to swing again, Andy put up her hands. With the use of her powers she launched Alex off of her, throwing her several feet backwards.
"What in the hell are you doing, you psychotic bitch!?" Andy shouted toward Alex as they both climbed to their feet. Thunder crashed overhead, the rumbling shaking beneath their feet. Then the skies opened up causing a deluge of rain to fall from the heavens like a monsoon.
Alex charged toward her, slamming her shoulder into Andy's chest and tackling her to the ground. It wasn't like the fights most girls had, screaming, pulling hair and slapping each other. This was the type of fight that could only happen at a place like this, rage in their eyes, attacking with meaning and intent to kill. It all moved so quickly, one minute Alex was on top and then another it was Andy. Neither one of them was in control for long, just enough to get in a good punch or two.
For awhile, it all was a blur. They both were bloody and soaked by the rain, slamming each other into the ground, pinning each other down and throwing fists. At one point, Alex wormed her way behind her opponent. Her feet hooked around Andy's waist, while she gripped her in a tight choke hold. For a minute, Andy struggled, clawing at Alex's arms and coughing as she tried to breath. She had to push the panic aside, trying to think through the rage and rain to find a way out. Finally, she threw her head back, slamming it into Alex's nose and dug her elbow into her side.
That was a pivotal turning point. They no longer just wanted to win but were out for blood. The punches were more direct, with all their strength. Their faces were cut, bruised and bloodied while the rain had them drenched and the sand clung to them as they rolled around. Profanities were muffled by the sounds of thunder. Knuckles were split. But neither one of them gave in.
The fight looked like it might never let up until one of them was dead. In one of the shifts of power, Andy managed to rotate her body and pin Alex to the ground, like they both had done several times before. But unlike before, her legs pinned Alex's torso with her arm stretched up along Andy's chest. She had the daughter of Zeus in an arm lock, and for a brief moment, she contemplated snapping it right on the elbow.
Andy kept her grip tight and jaw clenched as Alex struggled beneath her. But from under her soaked brunette locks she looked around and through the mist of the rain, she saw all the campers watching them. She growled, releasing Alex's arm and shoved her away with her foot. Andy stood up and spit at the ground next to daughter of Zeus's head. "You should be fucking rotting in Tartarus. Murderer," She kicked wet sand toward Alex before she turned and started to walk away.
Alex was still in a fit of rage and began to storm after Andy, even though the girl no longer posed as a threat. But Ajax was there, wrapping his arms around her to stop her from finishing the job.
"Al, that's enough!" His voice was firm as he kept his hold on her as tightly as he could.
Alex spat the blood out of her mouth as she turned her head and glared right at Mason. This was both of their faults. They had no doubt planned this all along so they could be together. If Mason wanted to fight her to defend Andy's honor? Then he was more than welcome to try. "YOU WANTED THIS ALL ALONG!" she yelled, not caring who was watching, or what they thought about her. "GET OFF ME!" She ripped herself out of her brother's hold on her. She didn't mean to lash out at him, he knew that, but with how angry she was, she was unpredictable.
Ajax pointed in Andy's direction as he still kept hold of Alex. "Someone..." He didn't dare to think that she was anything other than just unconscious. Although her body remained motionless. "Take her to the infirmary. Al, stop now... it's not worth it."
The camp has seen more than its fair share of scuffles between Mason and Ajax, at this point it had grown to be expected every so often. Although the prospect of any fight was intriguing to Sylas, that's not what he wanted. He wanted to bring forth anger, hatred and disgust that people harbored deep inside. The dirty little demons they hid away from the world. Their true nature. He recalled Capture the Flag and the trial, the sharp and bitterly truthful words Andy exchanged with Alex. And then how easy the daughter of Zeus was to trigger with a fraction of his powers.
He only allowed himself a brief smirk before he made his way across the beach. Sylas snagged up a cup of something from the refreshment table, a beverage in a red solo cup that no one ever questioned. With the drink in hand, he made his way over to Alex. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look stunning this evening." When she reached out to take the cup from him, Sylas's other hand gently took her wrist in his. He made sure that they stood close, intimately. So if anyone else saw them, nothing looked out of order beyond Alex flirting with yet another guy.
With the touch of her wrist, Sylas let his powers slowly flow into Alex. He first filled her mind with false thoughts about himself. Simple ideas, that made him not seem like the bad guy. He's charming and a good guy. It's just a drink. Simple persuasion so that she didn't recoil at his touch. Then he let the deeper thoughts coil through her subconscious. Of course, Andy gets what she wants... Mason alone in the closet. She loves him more than your brother. She'd do anything for him. What does she do for Ajax? Nothing. Ajax deserves better than her. The bitch spoke out against you at your trial. Andy would rather see you dead. But, she can't kill you... If she's dead first.
It was never a secret when a Zeus child was angry. The sky began to rumble as dark clouds slowly began to form. Luckily enough for Alex, that in the dark of the night they were unseen. Her jaw was clenched and nostrils flared. Veins protruded from her neck while her knuckles went white with rage. Her anger was like that of an Ares kid, seeing red... tunnel vision. All that continued to circle through her mind was Andy. The bitch that toys with her brother. The whore who has to have Mason and Ajax. Self righteous bitch, who called her a murderer.
Before she had realized it, Alex had crossed the beach and was standing in front of the closet. No one tried to stop her. Or maybe they did, but she didn't notice. She didn't hesitate opening the door with so much force it was a surprise it didn't rip it off it's hinges. Inside stood Andy and Mason, chest to chest, lip to lip. Alex didn't even take a moment to assess the situation or take it in. Instead, her hand reached out and took a fistful of Andy's hair. Then with a forceful jerk, she yanked the brunette from Mason's arms and threw her down onto the ground.
Andy had no idea what was going on as she was flung face first into the sand. She barely had time to spit the grains out of her mouth before Alex was there. She jerked Andy over onto her back and pinned her down on the ground. Still in a state of shock, she didn't have a chance to block Alex's first punch which clipped her in the jaw. Before she had a chance to swing again, Andy put up her hands. With the use of her powers she launched Alex off of her, throwing her several feet backwards.
"What in the hell are you doing, you psychotic bitch!?" Andy shouted toward Alex as they both climbed to their feet. Thunder crashed overhead, the rumbling shaking beneath their feet. Then the skies opened up causing a deluge of rain to fall from the heavens like a monsoon.
Alex charged toward her, slamming her shoulder into Andy's chest and tackling her to the ground. It wasn't like the fights most girls had, screaming, pulling hair and slapping each other. This was the type of fight that could only happen at a place like this, rage in their eyes, attacking with meaning and intent to kill. It all moved so quickly, one minute Alex was on top and then another it was Andy. Neither one of them was in control for long, just enough to get in a good punch or two.
For awhile, it all was a blur. They both were bloody and soaked by the rain, slamming each other into the ground, pinning each other down and throwing fists. At one point, Alex wormed her way behind her opponent. Her feet hooked around Andy's waist, while she gripped her in a tight choke hold. For a minute, Andy struggled, clawing at Alex's arms and coughing as she tried to breath. She had to push the panic aside, trying to think through the rage and rain to find a way out. Finally, she threw her head back, slamming it into Alex's nose and dug her elbow into her side.
That was a pivotal turning point. They no longer just wanted to win but were out for blood. The punches were more direct, with all their strength. Their faces were cut, bruised and bloodied while the rain had them drenched and the sand clung to them as they rolled around. Profanities were muffled by the sounds of thunder. Knuckles were split. But neither one of them gave in.
The fight looked like it might never let up until one of them was dead. In one of the shifts of power, Andy managed to rotate her body and pin Alex to the ground, like they both had done several times before. But unlike before, her legs pinned Alex's torso with her arm stretched up along Andy's chest. She had the daughter of Zeus in an arm lock, and for a brief moment, she contemplated snapping it right on the elbow.
Andy kept her grip tight and jaw clenched as Alex struggled beneath her. But from under her soaked brunette locks she looked around and through the mist of the rain, she saw all the campers watching them. She growled, releasing Alex's arm and shoved her away with her foot. Andy stood up and spit at the ground next to daughter of Zeus's head. "You should be fucking rotting in Tartarus. Murderer," She kicked wet sand toward Alex before she turned and started to walk away.
Alex was still in a fit of rage and began to storm after Andy, even though the girl no longer posed as a threat. But Ajax was there, wrapping his arms around her to stop her from finishing the job.
"Al, that's enough!" His voice was firm as he kept his hold on her as tightly as he could.
Alex spat the blood out of her mouth as she turned her head and glared right at Mason. This was both of their faults. They had no doubt planned this all along so they could be together. If Mason wanted to fight her to defend Andy's honor? Then he was more than welcome to try. "YOU WANTED THIS ALL ALONG!" she yelled, not caring who was watching, or what they thought about her. "GET OFF ME!" She ripped herself out of her brother's hold on her. She didn't mean to lash out at him, he knew that, but with how angry she was, she was unpredictable.
Ajax pointed in Andy's direction as he still kept hold of Alex. "Someone..." He didn't dare to think that she was anything other than just unconscious. Although her body remained motionless. "Take her to the infirmary. Al, stop now... it's not worth it."