<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Marcus_Aiden.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus Patton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172885#msg10172885)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Unclaimed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st - 8am?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Justine, The Veteran of a million wars.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Bloody, exhausted, hungry, bruised and passed out!<hr/><br/>Marcus had made it, he had made it to camp, why was it destroyed!? He found himself walking the fields, rich grain the color of honey. It reminded him of Susie in 6th grade, his first girlfriend. He smelled BBQ, how he loved BBQ! He hadn't taken a taste but he could almost feel it melt in his mouth. But the world around him was everything but what he could smell, taste and feel on the tips of his fingers.<br/><br/>Those fields turned to patches of scorched earth and pools of blood. As he looked around he spotted the weapon in his hand, a spear in one hand, a blood caked sword in the other. Marcus looked at himself, his armor a combination of gold an red leather.<em>Where Am I...</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/111/a/2/devil_spartan_again_by_dendorrity-d4x3p6i.png)</div><br/>"Well well well...look who is on the verge of meeting his maker. I am surprised you lasted this long."<br/>The voice seemed to echo, the sound of a man who had spent his entire life chain smoking and chewing gravel just for fun. The owner of that voice appeared before him, eyes red as the fires of hell. "Your mom was wrong about you..."<br/><br/>"Fuck her and you...whoever you are!" Marcus growled, unsure why he was feeling his blood boil, his mother was the last thing on his mind! The warrior in red eyes moved with a speed he had never thought possible, skewering Marcus through his armor. His body sent flying back until the force of the throw pinned him to the charred battlefield underneath him. "Tsk tsk...is that anyway to talk to your..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Marcus hands clenched into fist as body began to lock up, the first sign of a seizure! He tried to gasp for air, but he just couldn't find it. His mind was in one place while his body seemed ready to die in front of the panicking Apollo kids and the archer who had offered some ranged support. At least he was showing signs of life, whether it could be saved was beyond him now.<br/><br/>