ATTACK (Open. Must be serious)

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DAVID  "val" Valentine

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Call me crazy, but I'm awesome

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"Where did I get this skill?" Val wondered, leaning back on his stool, his back against the wall and his feet painting a picture of the camp through the window. He smirked, picking a coke out from his back pack(dear gods he loved his back pack) and let his feet continue painting. It was more of a lazy action that he was doing, but it felt like an old habit to paint with his toes. 

Val popped the top, wonder for a moment if he was addicted to soda. He shrugged, and took a sip. He wasn't that bad yet. Yet. He chuckled at the thought, looking at his toes as he saw that he had green paint on them as he painted the lawn. He smirked, dipping the brush into the water and getting some yellow, Val yawned though, wondering where the time went. He checked his watched, seeing that he was around 2. It might be that he also hadn't slept in 8 days and he couldn't sleep. He smirked at this, and felt the coke slip from his hands. He looked down, seeing it fall and felt gravity shirt. He didn't know what really happened, but felt his body getting..lighter and he was really really sleepy suddenly. he didn't feel himself hit the floor. 

*Thud*


Val blinked, looking around as he wondered where the hell he was. He Yawned, checking his watch and saw it was around 4 now. "Huh. That was a nice nap," He said, stretching as he looked at his painting, and saw it finished. He laughed at that, wondering what the hell had happened. He looked around, then down and thought," what the hell am I wearing?" 

When he had fell asleep, he had been wearing a blue shirt with jeans, no shoes. Now, he was wearing a red and blue shirt, and his jeans were torn up. Course, then he looked around and saw that the arts building looked like two demigods had gone at it. Then the pain hit. 

"Oh shit," Val said, grabbing his side where the red was. He felt it wet and a cut in his flesh. "This is pain?" he thought, wincing and looking around. "I was attacked!" he said, realizing what happened. but, who attacked him? And why attack him? He was harmless. Val gasped, realizing he must have fought them off asleep. He smirked. Never mess with a son of dreams when he's asleep. "Were more dangerous then. That must be why I fell asleep," he thought, pressing against the cut. He felt it, but couldn't judge if it was deep or not. He was to unfamiliar with having a body and pain to tell. He grabbed the stool, and his side flared. He fell to a knee, tears spilling down his cheek. "Jesus. Who would want to hurt me?" he thought. He checked the wound again, seeing that it had stopped bleeding. Maybe it was shallow (it was). He inhaled, exhaling and then forced himself up slowly, not to put any pressure on his side. He looked around, and noticed that his swords were laying across the room. He hobbled over, grabbing His sword called reality with his right hand as his left kept pressure on his wound. He had to get some help. Someone had tried to kill him for pete's sake. But....who could he trust?

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Michael didn't know why fang was circling the arts and craft building, but the sight of a blood trail leading away from it was enough to make him land on the roof for a look. It wasn't like it was unusual for there to be blood trails in camp, but one from the arts an crafts building? That was a new one. "Fang, check it out will you?" He said to the hawk next to him. Hawk gave him a look, but took off and flew down, landing on the window still. After a second, Fang gave a sharp, worried cry, and Michael jumped off, stretching his wings out to slow his fall. He landed lightly, turning and looking in the window, seeing that the place had went to hell. "What the?" He asked, stepping in. 

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Val's eyes went wide, and he grab his side and scooted back as he heard the doors open. He held reality as he stepped into the shadows behind one of the few remaining canvases there. His black blade he hid behind it. Reality was harsh and hard to avoid, and made stealth harder with it. "Should have grabbed fantasy off the floor," He thought. He listened as the foot steps came in, watching from his hiding place as a boy came in. Only, he had wings. Val pushed reality against his side, flat of the blade, to make sure he was awake. "I didn't see that every day," He thought, smirking, looking at the wings. the boy came in and knelt by the blood, and turned a little green. "He doesn't seem like the type," he thought, watching a hawk come in, landing next to the boy. "Yeah, I think they are clean. He didn't attack me. His feathers are clean." he knew white feathers were going to get stained in a blood bath like this. He stepped out, but tripped and fell, his injury on his side opening up again. 

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Michael didn't like blood at all. Sure, watching fang eat little mice and critters. That's fine, but seeing someone's blood on the floor? That was harder. Then a body fell, and michael wasn't ashamed to say he screamed till the body groaned. Wait, groaned? Michael went over, kneeling and asked," You okay?" The boy was clutching his side, and Michael looked over his shoulder, saying," Fang. Get me someone from the apollo cabin. Now." Fang nodded, and took off through the open door. Michael looked at the wound, and started panicking. "I need to put pressure on it. I need..." Michael gulped, his face going pale. He didn't like blood. He really didn't like bleeding. He heard the boy chuckle, saying," At least I know it wasn't you who attacked me. You really can't handle blood. Get a towel from the closet," he said, his strength lessening. Michael ran over, his hands fumbling with the handle. He got it open, grabbing a towel and running over, helping the boy up and leaning against the wall. He pressed the towel against his wound. "What happened?" Michael asked

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Val smirked, feeling the boy's hands on his side and said, "Feel asleep, got attacked, managed to run them off." At the boy's wide eyes, he said," Son of Morpheus, god of dreams." The boy nodded as someone else came running in. Val looked up, his hand on reality, seeing a blond child running in, a bow around his shoulders and a pissed off look on his face. "Is this your bird?" he asked, pointing his thumb at fang. Fang landed on the Michael's shoulder, looking smug. Michael nodded, which made Val laughed, only it hurt. "Ha, it hurts to laugh," he said, and the apollo boy saw the blood. "Oh jeez," He said, seeing the blood. He knelt down, and put his hands next to the wound. A small light came from his hands, beads of sweat forming on his brow. Val felt an itching sensation spread across the wound as the skin slowly knit back together. The light stopped as the skin finished, Justin saying," That's the best I can do. Your gonna have to go to the infirmary to get the muscles stitched up. I'm no good beyond that." Val nodded, trying to get up as the winged boy helped him. "Thanks," he said, exhaustion plain on his face. Justin nodded, saying," Next time, send someone that can talk, and get him to the infirmary." Justin turned and left, but stopped and said," What happened here thought?"

Val smirked, saying," I wish I could tell you, since I don't know myself." Justin raised an eye brow, but shrugged and left, not interested any more. 

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