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Holy.
Schist.
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YOU'VE GOT TO BE SH*TING ME, PEOPLE!!!!!!
HOW IS MY STORY THIS POPULAR?!?

Sorry. Freaked out there. Anyways, I digress. On with it!
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Sierra

Sierra looked for Annabeth after Lou Ellen's funeral.

"Annabeth!" She whispered fiercely.

"What?" Annabeth whirled around to face her.

"We need to talk."

Annabeth nodded. "You're right."

They walked towards the empty strawberry fields.

"Listen, Annabeth..." Sierra gave a heavy sigh. "You and I both know this isn't going to stop."

"We don't know that for sure, it could just be-"

"Annabeth! Whoever did this is obviously a camper here! If they are willing to murder, then they won't stop!"

Annabeth knew that she was right. "So what are we gonna do? Who do you think will be next?"

"I have no idea, Annabeth. We need to keep eyes on everything, everyone."

"Sounds good."

Sierra cracked a halfhearted smile. "I have no idea how I'm going to sleep tonight."

Annabeth laughed a bit.

"Well, see you tomorrow." Sierra said.
"Yeah."

An unspoken message passed between them.

At least, i hope so.

--Skip to morning cause I'm lazy--

Sierra woke up hearing a scream.

"Noooo!!!"

She literally jumped out of bed to see who was screaming.

Sierra ran out of the apollo cabin to see a guy cradling another person's limp and bloody form.

It was Chris Rodriguez and Clarisse!!!

Clarisse's eyes were glazed, staring blankly at the stars. Her hands were coated with dirt and dried blood. There was a knife, stabbed clearly and cleanly right in her chest. Trails of blood slowly poured out of her mouth.

Chris was sitting on the ground next to the body, holding Clarisse's head against his chest, sobbing his eyes out.
Annabeth crouched down next to him. "Oh Chris, I'm so sorry."

"Who would do this??" Chris looked devastated.

"I don't know..." Annabeth spoke uncertainly.

Chris pulled out the knife in Clarisse's heart. It was the same knife that murdered Lou Ellen.

Tears still poured out his eyes. "Clarisse... There's no life worth living without you..." He looked at the knife.

"Chris..." Sierra's tone was of alarm.

He looked up at Annabeth. "Annabeth, kill this murderer for me, will you?"

"Chris, stop! Just slow down!"

Chris kissed Clarisse's forehead.

"See you all in Elysium."

He stabbed himself in the heart.