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[Fin Greyson]

One Week Ago:

Fin laughed.

He was bleeding from a cut in the side of his head that was matting his dark hair and sweat was dripping into his eyes. His arms were shaking from exertion and so far none of his powers worked against the monster he was fighting. The thing was a sometimes incorporeal maggot thing with no eyes. But a really big set of pincher-type teeth that dripped some sort of green acidic venom and the ability to squirm and hop around in an alarmingly lethal way. It was albino white and smelled like a mix between open sewer and rotting corpse. The cut on the side of his head was burning and he was praying to whoever was up there that he didn't lose any hair. That was as worried as he was as he thrust Miniog at the creature's stomach area.

Fin had been tracking the creature for a couple weeks now and had finally caught up to it- approximately a thousand miles away. They'd started the chase in Tegucigalpa, where the thing had gone on a rampage and killed four people, and gone north into the states. He wasn't actually sure where they were exactly, but guessing from the way his halfblood senses were singing he was guessing they were uncomfortably close to Camp Zion. Which had been a dumb move by Squishy, as Fin had dubbed the maggot, but also put him in about the only place that he didn't want to be right then. Or ever. Sure he was curious about the camp and the other demigods sometimes, but he wasn't about to let himself be that controlled just to satisfy his curiosity.

Squishy hissed and jumped back away from the spear tip then immediately rebounded and sprung at Fin's face, pincers wide in an unuttered scream of rage. Fin brought Miniog's staff up and smacked the monster away, sending in backwards onto what he thought was the creatures back. Fin closed in instantly as Squishy struggled to get back to his feet, "time to die, you b******." He hissed, bringing the spear's tip down into the creature's belly. It screamed soundlessly and started shaking, but didn't turn into dust like it was supposed to and then suddenly in a moment he couldn't follow Fin found himself falling through the air and landing heavily on his back. And then there was an explosion of blinding pain in his left leg.

Everything went colorless and he couldn't feel himself moving. Pain exploded over and over again through his spinal cord.

Someone was screaming distantly in his voice but he didn't think he was screaming.

There was an explosion of movement and then everything went black.[/i]

Yesterday:

Fin came to with a gasp, sitting straight up and then collapsing back and arching his back as pain hit him. He was aware that someone was standing over him and talking loudly but he couldn't understand what they were saying. After a few momesents his pain focused itself and he realized that it was coming from his left leg. He struggled to look down and someone was trying to stop him and the understood why.

Right below his left knee there was nothing. Just some bloody bandages and then white sheet. Nothing....

He leaned over the bed and puked and then passed out again.

Today:

People were talking about him on the other side of the curtain. "He's not responding. He's just sitting there, staring at the stump."

"Do we even know if he can talk?"

"What?"

"Well we don't know what the poison did to his system before we cut the leg off. He could have serious neralogical damage. I told you we should have just chopped the whole leg off."

"I know. I didn't realize quite how fast acting the poision was. But he's responsive.... except that he won't respond."

Fin shuddered and ran his hand through the unbandaged part of his now greasy hair... he had no idea how long he'd been out but guessing from his stubble at least five days, maybe more. The pain was less and guessing from the track marks on his arm he'd been given something for it. He wasn't actually staring at the place where his leg used to be, he was staring at everything else. He couldn't bring himself to look.

[Alex Baker]

Alex didn't know why but had decided to go check out the Zion sick bay. They had brought a new boy in and Alex had become interested in seeing who he was and if he was okay. "Is he awake yet or still out." Alex asked he had been bugging the doctors since he had by using his sound increase capabilities over heard that the boy had woken for the first time yesterday. Finally after waiting for approval Alex was allowed back to see the new comer. Alex was not prepared fully though. The boys lower left leg had been cut off and he was still badly beat up." Alex stood in the doorway and leaned against the frame. "Its good to see you made it. I'm Alex Baker I'm a camper if you wish to go by the ranking here." Alex said with a slight chuckle he was trying to break the ice some and cheer the boy up. This was new to Alex so he was kind of lost at what he was doing but had seen people ding this all the time back home.

[Fin Greyson]

Fin didn't notice the camper's presence until the guy spoke, causing Fin to start out of his reverie. Pain flared up again in his head and the place where his leg ended screamed at him for moving. He grabbed for the ring on his finger that would turn into Miniog if he took it off but the familiar crest ring wasn't there, which caused his stomach to sink farther into his toes. He looked up at the dark haired boy who'd introduced himself as Alex and tried to find something to say. But he didn't have anything to say. His mind was completely blank and he didn't have a story ready because he didn't have anything ready. There was a IV dripping liquids into his arm and he felt like he hadn't moved in ages and his tongue felt fuzzy and slow and... and he was missing his leg. He'd lost it. He had never realized a leg was something you could use. It seemed too attached to be losable. The area of his leg above the bandages was streaked with dead looking poison-green stripes that wound up his thigh like veins. He noticed that his lower arm had simular marks, although it was at at least still there.

After several long moments he remembered that Alex was still there and he looked up at the other boy. "I'm... Gerry." He muttered, using his favorite alias by habit. "Where... where am I?"

[Alex Baker]

Alex hadn't meant to startle him he could see that the healing would be hard on him of course fighting a monster was bad enough but losing part of your body was even worse. Alex was not really the comforting type and even worse at saying everything was going to be okay when he was unsure if it was. "Your safe now Gerry, any beast that would try to enter this place would have more than their fair share of demigods to deal with." Alex signed with a slight smile. "Your at camp Zion the home of the vea demigods. It is located in Kansas." Alex stepped in and sat in a chair in the corner of the room. he could tell that Gerry had a lot of questions and he wanted to do his best to answer them.

[Fin Greyson]

Fin groaned, realizing that that of course made sense but also wishing he was anywhere else. He eased himself back onto his back and closed his eyes, waiting for the pain of moving to fade and then cracked his eyes open and looked at Alex out of the corner of his eyes. The guy was obviously a demigod also, if he was here. And now that Fin realized it he could see the faint shimmer around the guy that marked him as not a normal person. He wasn't familiar enough with the to be able to figure out who'd kid he was though. Not that he especially cared. "How'd I get here?" He asked, gesturing around the curtained off room of what he assumed was a some sort of sick bay.

[Alex Baker]

"How you got to camp i dont know all i know is some counselors and Satyrs brought you in and you looked like something ceberus had just spat out." Alex signed he was still getting over the sight of Gerry whenhe was broughtin he looked much better now. "They immediately brought you here saying something bout poison in your body from two nasty wounds which i see now what they talked about. I have been eavesdropping when i can tuning out all noise in the camp except what was going on in here. Your lucky to be alive very much so they didn't think you would pull out. " Alex looked to make sure they weren't being watched he hated that he couldn't physically talk sign language was known by all adults and doctors in the camp so of course they'd know he was telling Gerry everything and would know what he had been up to for two weeks. "This is the sick bay its the place i hate being unless im visiting then its a bit more okay." Alex could hear noises all around and finaly one by one blocked everything out but the immediate area. "I'm glad your okay."

[Fin Greyson]

Fin half-listened to Alex's explanation wordlessly, closing his eyes again and staring into the darkness of his eyelids. I'm going to die. The thought hit him suddenly and with an absolute certainty. It was like the the door has just slammed in his mausoleum, ceiling the remnants of his body in forever. Remnants of his body. He had lost his leg. He was helpless now. He couldn't walk. Couldn't run. Couldn't chase. Couldn't get away. Couldn't fight. Couldn't leave. He was stuck. The one thing he had always prayed would never happen to him had happened. He was like a bird and his wings had been clipped. He couldn't fly away anymore. He was useless. Alex was saying something about being glad he was okay and Fin's eyes snapped open and he looked Alex squarely in the eye for the first time. His own eyes were glowing faintly with a silvery, intense, cold light. "Okay?" He echoed, raising his voice at the end to make it into a question. "Okay?!" He repeated, this time louder and angrier. "Do you see what happened to me?" He was vaguely aware that something was rushing in his ears and the poisoned parts of his leg and arm burning. And then abruptly he sat up and projectile vomited a whole lot of stomach acid all over himself.

[Alex Baker]

Alex glared at gerry. He should be glad he was brought back here in time. "Do you think if i had any doubts you wouldn't live and survive this injury i would even be here. Gerry do you think I would have risked serious trouble to eavesdrop for two weeks to get as much info as i could in case you wanted to know what happened whle your were in a pretty much coma." Alex signed the words at normal speed but his hands and whole body were shaking from anger this was one time being a mute was good or he'd have woke the whole sick bay up. "I have never tooken up to someone right after seeing them brought in by the satyrs or anyone for that matter. I have definately not spied for them even though they didn't and couldn't ask me to. Most of all I dont ever come here unless my brother or sister is in here for care. So dont make the mistake of thinking i was obligated to come here i cam here as a friend." Alex stood up and was about to walk out when Gerry vomitted. Alex muttered under his breathe before going out to fetch some towels. "Here wipe it off your skin" Alex then used the sound particles in the air to make the vomit particle move in synch and raise up off all the clothing and scooped it into a trash can. "We dont need to be getting upset especially not you,"Alex said then walked over to the Door he had hoped it would go better than this of course when your not completely honest with yoursel nothing gos well.

[Fin Greyson]

(wait, he's mute?)

Fin laughed, unamusedly but slightly hysterically, and propped himself up on his elbows, watching Alex head for the door. "My name's not Gerry." He admitted. "It's Fin. Fin Gerard. That's where I get Gerry." He couldn't understand Alex's self-rightious explosion. He had no idea who this guy was and if in fact he owed him anything. It sounded like the guy had just been a creeper, which wasn't horribly helpful and pointed exactly to all of the reasons he didn't like being around other powerful people. He felt sick, both physically and mentally and while the wounds were burning less they still were still horribly painful and the nausiating smell of vomit hung in the air accompanied by the normal bleach smell of medical places. He scarambled around in his head to write something to say and then recited it "At the moment I'm terrified and sick and disoriented and I'm missing my leg. So I'm sorry if I'm not being the warmest guy ever."

[Alex Baker]

ooc:he can he just forgets.
"Fin is a good name. Theirs a nice ring to it." Alex said calmly. "Also because i can read it in your expression. You owe me nothing. I tend to lose my temper when i am aggrivated so i apologize for that." Alex reached in his trench coat and pulled out a bag of beef jerky. "If you like beef chew and eat that it will help your mind calm down and ease any hunger you have." Alex listened out into the hall to see if anyone was coming then handed it over. Alex leaned against the wall again and massaged his temples.

[Fin Greyson]

Fin was generally capable of eating anything. He'd done his fair share and then some of dumpster diving and soup kitchens. As well as eating endless rice and beans in south america. But as soon as he smelled the dried meat his stomach turned and threatened to empty again. It felt like food poisioning. He shook his head and handed the bag back wordlessly, waiting for the urge to barf to pass. But he also realized that he was extremely hungry, to the point where it felt like he hadn't eaten in days. "How long's it been since I got here?" He asked Alex, since the other boy seemed intent on hanging around. Fin was fairly certain he was going to end up starting a fight shorting, which bugged him because it showed that he wasn't in control of what he was saying. Possibly because of the drugs he could feel in his system and probably because of fear. Along with the fact that this guy just seemed touchy.

[Alex Baker]

Alex sealed the bag and put it back in his coat. "Two weeks. I dont like this place makes me sick just coming in herebut from the look of things thats life so i'm learning to gt used to it." Alex tried relaxing after all Fin was in worse shape than he was. "What kind of music you like i might have some on my ipod and can bring it up some time." Alex said he could see that Fin wanted to be alone but would wait to be excused since they had both calmed down. "If you want to rest i can go." Alex was not wanting to leave after all he was finaly able to help somebody and not have to be around everyone. "The camp is nice though it is better when it rains then it cools off some."

[Fin Greyson]

"Brave of you." Fin muttered under his breath, closing his eyes again and trying to figure out how he could've possibly been unconcious for two weeks. He couldn't remember the last time he'd stayed anywhere for as long as two weeks. The thought unsettled him. And made him itch to jump out of bed and run until he was thousands of miles away again. Honduras had been nice... "I can't go back." He said abruptly, voicing part of his train of thoughts almost accidentally. "Hm, what?" He asked Alex, looking at the camper again. "Oh... you know... whatever. I like music. That'd be nice." He smiled as genuinely as he could and sighed. "I don't know... apparently I've been resting for a long, long time. And it's all good. I came from a much hotter place then this."

[Alex Baker]

Alex was caught off guard by the comment. "Go back were. You could stay at camp it really is a good place and what better place to keep undercover." Alex said he was in a way worried about Fin something was up and Alex didn't like it. Alex looked over at the window for a minute then went and opened it just enough to let sound travel through. He let out a long ssoft whistle then waited a few minutes. "If he comes i can get him to bring the Ipod here," Silas appeared at the window creeping quietly up to it. "Okay my friend i have a task for you and theres meat in it for you." Alex saw the wolves eyes dart to the coat pocket. "You know my ipod well its under my pillow in the cabin. window is open so just hop in grab it and bring it back here." Alex said about 10 minutes laater there was a wimper at the window, "Thanks Silas and as promised," Alex handed the bag over after opening it and took the ipod. "Dispose of the trash in the trash cans not leave it laying somewhere." Alex closed the window and handed the Ipod to Fin you can hold on to it until they release you from here if you want." Alexsaid with a quick smile.

[Fin Greyson]

"You're not undercover in a place that's a known center of demigod activity." Fin pointed out mildly. "In fact you're just a sitting duck, waiting for a force large enough to take you out to come along." He thought campers were soft. Sure they were powerful but that didn't mean anything if you couldn't functionally use your powers. And no matter how many times you fight against fake monsters you're still not really prepared to fight one that wanted to kill you. Yeah, idiot, he told himself. cause of how ready you were... Alex interupted his thoughts, handing him an ipod and Fin responded with as genuine smile as he could muster, actually greatful. "So what happened to Squishy?" He asked.