Chapter Fourteen: Argus the Burrito-Eating Llamacorn Tells Us Chiron's Secret

((I had never written a chapter with so little dialogue .-.))

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Argus blinked as the loud sound of Alexia and Drake's arguing filled into his ear. The two were arguing about something that he could not comprehend nor care about.

He was leaning against the camp's van, the key to the car dangling from his slim fingers. He was waiting for the quest-goers to finish packing so they they could hit the road and he could go back to securing the camp.

 His eyes that didn't stare impatiently at the demigods running up the hill, were staring around him, making sure that there wasn't anything going on in the camp that he didn't know of.

He still felt guilty because of what happened twenty years ago. He couldn't believe that he didn't caught the spy during the Titan War, and right now, he had a strange feeling that someone in camp was not on their side.

 "Ahhhhhhh! A monster!", Argus felt offended as Alexia screamed this and hid behind Drake.

 He wanted to tell her to calm down, but remembering that he had an eye on his tongue, he realized she would probably just freak out even more.

"Oh that's just Argus", Drake explained, chuckling. "He's the head of security here"

Argus nodded his head, while Alexia apologized for her rudeness, which he gave a nod, telling her he forgives him.

Argus studied her curiously. Her hair was tied up in a neat pony tail, her bright golden eyes showing sincere regret, making him know that she was genuinely sorry for how she acted.

Argus mentally chuckled, she was easy to read. From the way her hands fidgeted, he knew she was nervous and the emotion was clear in her face.

Still, he felt like there was more to her than what he saw.

Curiously, he studied the others.

Drake looked like his usual messy self. His dark hair looking like he just rolled out of bed, his dark brown eyes held a spark of mischeif in them. He had his sheathed midnight-black sword dangling by his side and he wasn't wearing the camp shirt,just like the other quest-goers.

Because come on, that would be like saying 'I'm from Camp! I'm a half-blood! Eat me!', to the monsters.

Fred had looked like he hadn't slept last night. The exhaustion was clear in his eyes, even his usually neat auburn hair was almost as messy as Drake's.

Gwen and Clark was standing behind them talking about something with serious expressions in their faces.

Gwen's hair tied in a pony tail her usually dirty hands that came from working at the forge was now clean, her bright green eyes held a serious and steady gaze as she talked with Clark.

She may be shy and friendly, but he knew she was much stronger and talented than how she appeared.

While they were talking amonst themselves, Chuck the satyr was too busy eating a cupcake to even care about the fact that his rasta cap was tilted sideways, exposing his small goat horns, he also didn't notice that he had crumbs all over his clothes.

An inexperienced half-blood, a troublemaker, an easily-angered Roman demigod, two experienced half-bloods and one bloodthirsty, war (and cupcake) -loving satyr.

This was a strange group, Argus admitted.

Shaking his head lightly, he gestured for them to get in the vehicle. They obliged and climbed in as Argus settled himself in the driver's seat.

Argus watched using the eye on the back of his neck as the half-bloods gazed uneasily at Chiron, who stood at the top of the hill, bidding them goodbye.

The engine roared to life and the van zoomed away from the camp and in a matter of a few minutes, the camp was wrapped with mist and was soon out of sight.

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It didn't take long before they were attacked.

Argus noticed it first of course, he barked them orders to ready their weapons and be alert, before he slammed his foot on the accellarator and the van gained speed.

Most of the them were already on their feet, except Alexia, who was too stunned to do anything. Probably because she was the only one who saw the eye on his tongue.

He found it quite rude as to how she started at him like he was a walking burrito-eating llamacorn.

Yeah, he admit, it was a weird sight, an eye on a tongue but she didn't have to look at him like some kind of monster.

He had feelings, you know.

He hated the fact that most stared at him like he was somekind of monstrosity. He hated the bitter thought of knowing he was different, sure the demigods were kind once they got used to his many eyes. But before they did, he rembered the various looks on their faces the first time they saw him.

Most were surprised, few were fascinated and some freaked out. He didn't mind them though, but he remembered one particular camper who looked at him with a disguted look, as if Argus was a cockroach on his plate, as if he was a freak and would never belong.

He admit, in all his life, he had never felt so hurt.

The camper, was named Jacob Alexander Sanchez, who like most campers, had disappered a long time ago.

It was rude to stare, which was kinda hypocritical since he stared a lot too, not like he could help it or anything, he had eyes all over his body, and they tended to wander without his consent, but it wasn't his fault! He blamed Hera for this!

Suddenly, he remembered the situation they were in and mentally facepalmed for the useless flashback that suddenly popped up in his head for no reason.

High pitched sounds rang in his ears as the enemy descended from the sky, aiming at the moving white SUV.

Within moments, the van was filled and being hit with metal-beaked Stymphalian birds.

The demigods and the satyr raised there weapons and hacked at the birds. Slicing, slashing, shooting and hitting them like killing machines.

Turning the wheel harshly, the van spun in a circle, causing the monsters and quest-goers a like to slam against the window.

"Argus!"

Drake didn't need to yell for Argus to know a stymphalian bird was aiming at the eye on the back if his neck.

Grumbling, he pulled out a throwing knife from under his seat threw it at the metal beaked bird, which screeched as the knife slammed into his eye, causing it to explode in a shower of dust

"An eye for an eye", Argus muttered, trying not to show the eye on his tongue.

"They're too many!", Clark cried, shooting arrows at the flying birds.

"Gee, you think?!", Drake yelled, sarcastically as he clutched his bleeding shoulder, barely able to defend himself against the metal-beaked monsters.

"How the hell do you stop these things?!", Alexia asked, a trickle of blood running down her forehead, scratches and blood covering her skin.

A memory formed in Argus' mind. During the time Tantalus was the temporary camp activities director (twenty-three years ago), he recalled there being a similar attack.

Quickly, he tried to remember how Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase was able to beat them.

Then it hit him.

Music

Swatting away a bird with the back of his hand, (causing pain to be felt from the eye on it), he released the wheel and turned on the boom box under the seat beside him and put on some of Chiron's old songs that the centaur listen to while he was showering and curling his tail (don't ask).

He didn't even know why it was even there. He remembered leaving it in the Big House last night.

But somehow it was back in the SUV, along with Chiron'S favorite songs.

There was only one way to explain the boom box under the seat.

Chiron had been jamming to his tunes in the van again, probably too embarrassed to be seen by campers.

And yes, this a secret that only he and a couple of Hermes kids know. It was their little secret.

Increasing the volume, he couldn't help but smile as the birds reacted immediately after he put it on full volume.

They thrashed and screeched as they fell to the ground twitching. A few got away, but most of them littered the floor of the moving vehicle.

The most deadliest weapon of all: Chiron's music.

"Is everyone okay?", Clark asked, panting heavily as he lowered his bow, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"Gee, Clark, I don't know. I have a bloody shoulder, Gwen is covered in scratches, Alexia and Fred have bleeding foreheads and Chuck is unconscious", Drake grumbled. "Do you think we're okay?"

Clark ignored these and pulled out bandages and medical equipment from his backpack and used it to tend their wounds and tried to put Chuck in a comfortable sleeping position.

Argus was worried about the satyr, who either passed out when his head hit the window, or passed out because of Chiron's music.

Probably the reason number one.

As the boy tended to the wound on Argus's hand which he had used to swat the bird away, he couldn't help but think how skilled Clark was at medical things.

He may be a son of a Hecate and Apollo child (making him not as powerful as the others) but he was skilled with a bow and an expert at first aid, probably why he was chosen to go on the expeditions.

He was skilled and was harder to be detected by monsters. Making him a perfect candidate.

"There we go", he said, after wrapping a bandage around Argus's hand, careful not to poke the eye on it.

Argus gave him a grateful look, even though it wasn't really necessary, Argus tended to heal fast.

Using the eye on the back of his neck, he watched as Clark continued to tend to the others, trying to ignore the screeching sounds Drake made as he pressed on the wound on the son of Hades' shoulder.

Another deadly weapon: Drake's screeching.

Eyeing the dead stymphalian birds on the floor, Argus went back to steering the SUV, hoping that this wouldn't happen again.

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As soon as Argus dropped them off, he quickly gave them drachmas and a couple of a hundred human cash.

The quest-goers gave him strange looks, but he ignored them and drove away as quickly as the SUV allowed him.

He didn't know why, but he felt like he had to get to camp as quick as possible.

He felt as if something was wrong.

And he prayed to the gods that these feelings were wrong.

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Argus: *Stares weirdly at the chapter's title*

Readers: *Stares weirdly at Chiron* You jam to your tunes in the camp van?

Chiron: ......

Hermes kids: The secret is out.

Chiron: ......

Me: Hehehe....

Chiron: ..... Dishes for a week

Me: :(

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Author's Note:

YAY I UPDATED. THE NEXT CHAPTER IS IN CLARK'S POV.

I AM HYPER RIGHT NOW. SO WRITING IN CAPS SEEMS APPROPRIATE.

GIVE ME A MOMENT TO EXPRESS MY HYPERNESS:

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Okay I'm done.

Hope you liked the chapter!

Imma go and steal your food now. Don't mind me. :D

Bye! Thank you for reading! :D

~The girl sneaking into your house ;)

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