(I actually deleted this story, but you're free to read this. It's an AU centered around Clarisse and what would have happened if Percy was never born.)

I jolt up from my bed. Stolls.... What did they do this time? My siblings are shaking with rage.

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" I ask them.

"Nothing!" Little Fiona says. She's only seven, but she's smart enough not to get on my bad side.

I turn to Mark, "What the Hades is going on!?"

"Whoa- calm down Clarisse! It's okay we have it under control!"

"What's going on?" I repeat.

"Someone replaced all our land mines with confetti cannons." Sherman told me.

"UGH! I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE STUPID STOLLS!" I scream in outrage.

"Clarisse! Wait! You're glowing again!" Sherman yells after me.

I don't care. It's the blessing of Ares. Which means that the Stolls are in for more than they bargained for.

I storm into the dining pavilions. The Stolls are smart enough not to be in their cabin after what they did. Stupid confetti.

The Stolls were sitting at table eleven with their siblings. Perfect time for the ambush.

"-then we loaded the confetti into the last one. It was hard, I mean I'm surprised we didn't wake anyone up at that point." Travis(well at least I think it's Travis) was saying.

"So." I say, "You did what now?"

The Stolls jump.

"Uh.... Hey Clarisse?" Connor manages.

"Meet me in the arena at one." I tell them, "You sick bastards are going to pay."

"Why is she glowing?" Asked one of the new unclaimed campers that was sitting with them.

I glared them. They cowered back into their chair, not daring to say more.

"How did you two even manage to get the mines out of the ground?" I ask them.

"Well, we're just talented like that." Connor said, "Besides- it was a three man job."

"Three?" I ask. My eyes land on Chris, "Chris, I swear if you helped with this-"

"It wasn't me Clarisse!" He said quickly, "It was Percy."

I feel the blessing glow more brightly around me. I turn towards the Poseidon table were he sat alone.

"AHHGG!" I run towards him.

He reaches in his pocket and takes out his sword. He removes the cap and points his blade at my chest.

"Hey Clarisse." He says with a smile. "I thought you'd be a little more colorful today."

"Bad joke, Jackson." I tell him.

"Come on." He says, "That joke was worthy of an Oscar."

"Jackson, when I'm done with you, you'll wish you were never born." I snarl at him.

"Well well. I wish that all the time. My life is awesome, yet terrible."

"So you admit it?" I ask him.

"What?"

"That your life is miserable." I say obviously.

"Yeah, Sometimes I really do wish I was never born. But-"

All of a sudden everything fades out to black. Everything swirls around me. I can't breath....