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For a while, actually, she didn’t let herself wane. She got a job, as a cashier in an unsuccessful restaurant. She worked hard, she ignored the men sneering at her and how easy it would be to just drag her from her spot and ravish her, got enough money for a small apartment, and was able to live alone for a few months without getting killed by a monster. But then she opened her stupid mouth when a customer tried to drag a girl into an alley, which ended with her lunging at him and beating him up, naturally. Of course, she was fired, and she had absolutely no more money to pay the bills. She was kicked out of the apartment building soon enough after. She didn’t want to go back to camp grueling, sick and showing everyone how pathetic and sad she was.

So she did something she promised she would never ever do.

She sold her body. She wore revealing clothes, she smiled at the men she knew were ready to pay, she batted her eyelashes, she led them to a room, dancing and swinging her hips, glazy eyed and submissive. She let them lead her to a bed she no longer felt safe in, licking her painted lips, pretending everything she felt was pleasure and not pain.  She pretended the whispered promises from the men’s lips were from a certain son of a Khione, and pretended the voices telling her how beautiful she was had a British accent. She closed her eyes, and tried not to let the tears escape her lids as she took off her lacy bra and forced herself to moan against the hands that felt too warm.

One night, she had a dream. Her mother, in a white dress, hair tangled and eyes filled with tears, telling her this wasn’t the life she and her father wanted for her. She looked so heartbroken for her daughter, so sad and disappointed, that Claire felt something in the pit of her stomach rise to her throat. The last thing her mother whispered to her was the one thing Claire’s pride didn’t want to let her do.

“Go back to your real home. To Camp Half Blood.”

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“Don’t touch me.” The girl struggled, her face red and her blonde hair flying out of her messy ponytail. The man tightened his hold around her wrists, his gaze lecherous as he raked his eyes up and down, pausing as they surveyed her breasts and then her shorts. “Please, let me go. I don’t even know who you are.”

Claire couldn’t believe no one in the restaurant would do anything to help. Not even her boss would help when Claire told her there was a man assaulting a girl in front of the doors, and even told Claire to not get involved. Claire couldn’t help but glare at the back of the man’s head, wishing he was really a monster so she could fuck him up without having to worry about mortal things getting in the way.

Claire curled her fingers around the customer’s change, rage and disgust making her fist quake. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? Hurry up.” The customer ordered her, the woman’s expression pompous and self important. Claire nodded hurriedly, resisting the urge to punch the living shit out of the people around her. She knew she could take them all, they were civilians after all. They didn’t know jack shit about the things she could do to them with a pail of water. She could take them down with the plates inside the kitchen and none of them would be the wiser, but she shoved those emotions down. This is a mortal world. She should act normal, not demigodly with her strength and ability to drown these stupid people.

“Yes, sir?” she asked the next person in line, watching as he grinned at the scene near the door before turning his head towards her. “What is your order?”

“I’ll take you with a side of lube, hold the clothes, sweetheart.” He grinned, watching as her face turned red with anger. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

“Sadly, I won’t. What’s your order, sir?” she almost growled, ready to lunge at the dumbass. She watched him smile at her, a smile that was so arrogant and imbecilic, that she wanted to wipe it off with her sword and drown him until he begged her to stop.

“Touchy, touchy, sweetheart. I’ll have a burger and some fries. A bottle of coke would be nice.”

“Would that be all?”

“No, the offer still stands though.” He said, handing her the money, hand lingering around hers.

Claire thinned her lips, pausing to consider before grabbing his hand and pulling him close to her face, her face a glower that would rival a rabid dog’s. “You listen to me, you sad little piece of shit. Talk to me like that again, I’ll punch you and make you cry like a little girl. Smile to me like that again, you’ll forget your name and wonder how you got here in the first place. Call me sweetheart again, I’ll rip off your dick and stab the new hole with a steel dagger and pour lemon juice into it before I throw you off a cliff. Got it, sir?” she whispered in a hiss, her face dead serious. He gave a nervous laugh, searching her eyes for a joke. When he found none, he paled, nodding so fast, Claire thought his head was going to fall off. She gave him the change, smiling menacingly. “Have a good day, sir.”

She winked at him, knowing she had him scared enough to become gay, and almost started cackling evilly when she saw his hands shake.

“Please, sir, I don’t know you. Please let me go.” The girl said again, louder, almost like a wail, making Claire snap her attention back to them. Claire could see the tears growing in the girl’s eyes, and could also see the man’s hand slipping over the girl’s breasts. Oh fucking Hades, how dare he?

“You don’t remember me? We were in a relationship a month ago. Silly.” The man was not a very good liar. He looked to be the jock type, tanned, blue eyed, blonde, and a smile so bright, he could’ve been Apollo. He looked like the type to become prom king without a doubt in the whole school’s mind. It made Claire hate him more.

“Hey, Lucy,” Claire called out, taking off her hat and apron, “Can you take over for a while? I need to take care of something urgent.”

“Sure, Claire.” A muffled voice replied.

Claire slowly stalked towards the scene, hands clenching angrily as if she couldn’t wait to wring the guy’s neck. She grabbed her beaten up leather jacket, scratching the back of her head as she casually tilted her head at the struggling girl, telling her with her eyes to run when the guy was distracted. The girl looked confused, stopping with her struggling before her eyes widened with the realization. Slowly, she nodded, eyes showing how grateful she was.

“Hey, dickhead. Forcing a girl to come home with you when she doesn’t want to is a pretty desperate move, don’t you think? Although, I do get why you have to do it.  I mean, looking at your face, you should be desperate.” Claire gave a snort, making a show of looking at his face and nodding like she saw something wrong. The girl walked away quietly, head bowed. She opened the door without it squeaking, running when the guy really looked away from her. Tsking loudly, she moved her head discreetly to the side, as if surveying his whole body as he turned his back on the girl, when she was really looking over his shoulder to see if the girl was gone.

“What did you say to me, you bitch.” The man growled.

Claire held up her hands, as if showing her palms would tell him that she was just telling the truth, “Calm down, dude. I’m just trying to help you here before you hurt yourself.”

“Hurt me? Who’d hurt me? You?” he gave out a mocking laugh, a kind of laugh Claire heard too many times to count when she was about to do something that men thought women couldn’t do. She felt her blood boil, but kept it in. She’ll show this twat just how much she could hurt him.

“Oh, I wouldn’t underestimate me, if I were you. Considering I’ve got bigger balls than even your dad.” She shrugged, as if it couldn’t be helped, but the guy’s face was getting redder and redder by the second. “Don’t worry. I bet with practice, you’ll be able to last more than even my ten year old niece.”

“Well, it’s not like she doesn’t want me.” He replied cockily, trying to look like her words didn’t affect him.

“No means no, you fucking idiot. If she says she doesn’t want you, you better fucking back off. She could file you with assault, dumbass, and I will fuck you up if you try and touch another girl without her consent.”

“She was just playing hard to get, that’s all. Isn’t that how girls are? Tells you no but they actually mean yes.” He grinned at her, “Besides, with the thing she was wearing? Totally asking for it.”

She lunged at him, angry. He was quicker than expected, leaping out of the way as she slammed into a table. Her instincts soon took over as she stood up, punching him viciously in the gut and slamming her foot into his knee, a smile filled with anger and vengeance and satisfaction plastered on her face. The man fell to the ground, struggling, managing to slam his fist hard enough into her eye for her to reel back off of him. He stood up as she took a moment to cradle the new black eye she knew she was sporting. With a growl she couldn’t help, she slammed her body into his midsection, pushing him to the ground as she shoved her knee into his throat, grabbing a hold of his hair as she slammed it back down into the ground.

She leaned forward, eyes almost glowing with unadulterated rage, “You want to do that again, you fucking twat? You want to touch that poor defenseless girl again? Want to slip a hand into her bra while she cries for you to fucking stop?” she whispered, her voice a hiss as she dug her knee painfully into his crotch, no mercy in her eyes. She could see him shake his head, tears in his blue eyes like he was so fucking innocent. “No more, yeah? Well, let me give you a little thought, just so you won’t go astray from my teachings. If I ever, ever, find out--and trust me, I will, if ever--that you touched a girl without her wanting that touch around these parts, then I’ll find you all over again, and I’ll rip your dick off and tape it to my wall, just so everyone you fuck will know that you did something so shitty and pathetic that a eighteen year old cashier decided to give everyone a favor. Got it, dickhead?”

Slowly, she moved away from the beaten body, breathing hard and eyes blown wide from adrenaline, looking around the restaurant, seeing, the few people who stayed even when it was already dark out, staring with a horrified expression, including her boss and Lucy.

“What—what have you done?” her boss whispered, paling as she looked at the body. She slowly looked up at Claire, eyes terrified and disgusted. "Do you know what you just did? To a customer no less? You're fired!"

Claire’s face burned, “You just saw another girl about to be raped and you fire me? I’m the fucking monster? You people are telling me that you rather that girl got molested and raped, rather than me helping out and stopping the bullshit? That is total bullshit. And you can’t fire me, I quit! I never did want this bullshit job.” She raged, shoving through the crowd forming, watching the people she passed through whisper and stare at her with wide eyes. “Freak” she heard them whisper, “Took down a man twice her size”, “she must be a satanist”.

She pushed open the door, running away from the scene as if she was being chased by a hellhound. She growled to herself, angry, frustrated and feeling oh so stupid for letting her emotions get the better of her. She should’ve kept her mouth shut. She shouldn’t have done anything.

You prefer that girl getting raped? A small voice asked and when she shook her head slowly to herself, the voice continued. You should just go back to camp.

No, no, she thought to herself, I can’t go back there. They’ll see me and see how weak I am. They’ll see how worthless I’ve become. No. I’ll make due, I’ll get another job. I’ll make myself turn into the person my mom would want me to be.