It's been two weeks at camp, and I've been training harder than ever. I needed to get my mind off of the pain, off of everything. Camp has treated me far to differently, they treat me like a psychopath! My bosses at my job said that I have the rest of the month off, and that Grey had found them replacements so that if I don't show back up, they will just take over, at least for now.

I shot at the dummy, doing a quick 360 and shooting three others. I continued my shooting spree until I was out of ammo. I threw my gun across the arena and punched the wall. I have a horrible habit of doing that. I laughed humorously and sat down on the floor.

"Hey, you ok? You have been training endlessly." Clarisse asked hesitantly. She seemed like she was put up to this.

"You don't have to ask if you don't want to. You lost a bet, right?" I chuckled lowly, it seemed like them, they haven't changed much, unlike me. I rubbed my growing headache and laid down on the floor.

"Punk, I asked if you were ok, we're all worried for you, so don't go acting like we don't know what you've been through." Clarisse growled dangerously, staying a fair distance from me. She thinks I have my gun, great.

"Maybe cause you don't!" I shouted at her. She seemed to jump back at my outburst. I stood up and sat down on one of the benches, rubbing my face.

"Then maybe tell someone." She said, relaxed. She is playing this smart, act nice and comforting. Won't work on me.

"For Christ's sake! It's not that simple! Try putting yourself in my shoes! Do you know what the last half the year has been like! Even now I'd rather go back to the hell people call jobs!"

"And what's happened here that would make you want to go back!" She shouted back. I wanted to bite my tongue, I really did, but of course, my rage has gone out of control, especially since I came to camp.

"I hate this gods forsaken place! I'm treated like a monster." I said, sighing. My shoulders slumped in defeat, and I notice Clarisse falter.

"And who treats you like that?" She asked curiously. I scoffed. I stood up, and picked up the gun, and I saw her take a fearful step back.

"Everyone. Soon as they see me with a gun, they back off, like I will shoot them if they don't. I get that when I first came, I was covered in blood, I understand that, but for it to continue?" I scoffed and sat down, putting the gun in its holster.

"Maybe it's because you changed so drastically." Clarisse suggested. I nodded, it is because of that.

"I never had a choice in that. I never exactly had a personality of my own since I got captured. I'll admit even I became scared of myself." I chuckled. Clarisse sat beside me at a casual distance, glancing at me every few seconds.

"You seem like you don't know what to do with your life now that you ran from work." Clarisse said.

"I don't. All I have is my training. Everyone distanced themselves, I don't even know why I'm here. I had and have the choice of killing myself, yet I'm still alive, breathing, at least." I said, playing with Riptide. It's been far to long since I've been able to hold the grip of my favourite sword. I feel out of practice, useless. I can't use my sword anymore, I now have my trusty guns.

"You are alive for a reason, I just hope you know that." Clarisse said, patting my shoulder awkwardly and then leaving. I sighed, leaving as well. Right when I entered my cabin, I was met with the sight of agent Rose.

"Perseus Jackson. Grey is going to whoop your a** once you return." Rose said, slamming my door behind me. I jumped, pulling out my gun and pointing it at her. I sighed and threw my gun to my bunk.

"If I return." I corrected her. She sighed in exasperation. I was ticking her off and I could tell, and I only said one thing.

"Grey told me to bring you back, and that's what I'm going to do." She said, holding up a remote, and I instantly realized what it was. I growled to myself for letting myself get fooled so easily, but decided to test my luck.

"Grey would never let anyone get a hold of that. There is no way in hell he would hand it over to you willingly." I smirked. I had won, she couldn't bring me back.

"Wanna test that theory?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. I smirked at her, she is just trying to scare me, right? Suddenly she pressed the red and white button, and I collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. I shouted in pain, clutching the floor.

"Sh*t, it's the real thing. I grumbled to myself. And I once again let myself get fooled.

"Your lucky Grey didn't bring in the big guns. You remember what happened with him last time, right? Still scarred up I hope." She grinned cruelly.

"Just because you are sleeping with Grey, doesn't mean he won't give you the same treatment when you mess up." I smirked, before she pressed the button again. I fell once again, screaming. I can't explain how much it hurt. Not long after I was captured, they had injected me with some weird thing, and whenever I did something like try and get myself a life, they would press the button once I get home. They would leave me spazzing for hours on the floor, making sure I learned my lesson. But if I ever did anything rash, horribly rash, like kill a guy that was needed for interrogation, I would get the 'special treatment' they like to call it.

"How the hell do you know that?" She shouted at me, before the door was opened, and in came my friends.