Closet Monsters

                                        

                                              
A/N: With NaNoWriMo in full swing, I have to schedule my updates for each of my stories. Camp Darkness will be getting updates on Tuesdays until I finish off some stories, or until NaNo ends. Sorry that it's dropping to once a week, but it'll still get regular updates this way
                              
On a 온라인카지노게임line related note, I'm gonig to be digging into the characters a little more, so I might loose some of the humour for a little while. It'll come back though folks, no worries :D I just want to show that not everything is laughter and easy in this Camp
                              
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"What the hell is there a hole doing in a blindfold course?" "Who'se hand is that?" "Who'se ass is that?" "How the hell do we get out of here?" Gideon watched as her intake crushed, smooshed, pushed and thrashed against each other, all seven of them thoroughly tangled and still blindfolded. She was fighting the urge to laugh, having a hard time figuring out whose limbs belonged to whom, and which complaint belonged to what child.
                              
No one understood this lesson when they went through it. It would be later tonight that people started to garner their own pieces of knowledge out of it. For now though, Gideon kept her mouth shut and let them try to figure it out. The first to climb out of the hole was Luna. Made sense, she could smell her way passed the others. Like Gideon had so long ago, the cat girl immediately turned around and tried to help her cohorts out. The witch was being petulant, already in frustrated tears because her first solution had been to magic her way out. Only with her magic bottled, that meant sweet f***all happened. The convict was staying still, letting everyone else thrash about. The Wendigo was the worse off, his native instincts at direct odds to the way he'd been raised. His logical brain was fighting with him, telling him that pushing and scrambling in a pit of monsters was a brilliant plan of escape. His instincts were trying to tell him to act like the empath though, stay calm and figure it out. The necromancer was swearing, in fact uttering curses that were only powerless because the Punt refused to let them manifest. She'd have to speak with him about that. Seemed her necromancer had the same racial superiority issues Lisa once had. The vampire was growling at the incubus and Gideon didn't need to be an empath to know that poor little Luc was mid identity crisis.
                              
Just like she'd though, the act of being physically pressed up against other males spiked the incubus' feeding urge. It wasn't the young women in the pit with him he was pulled towards, but instead his fellow male intakees. Before he could freak out over it too much, Gideon suppressed the feeding urge so he could grapple with it and then control it himself. If she let his instinct take over, it'd probably push the vampire, the lycanthrope and maybe even the wendigo into their own feeding urges and that would be a blood bath.
                              
"Boys and girls and hockey pucks, out of the damn hole." Gideon called out, trying to keep the laughter out of her voice. Luna continued to help haul her cohorts out of the hole, the entire line up shuffled. Now she led with the incubus right behind her, the witch behind him, the wendigo, the necromancer, the vampire and lastly the convict. Once they were all back in line, Gideon fixed hteir blindfolds, helps straighten them up a little and then barked, "Now move!" at them.
                              
Since it was still the last week of June, the weather hadn't yet hit abysmally hot yet. The grass was bright green underfoot, whispering against their feet as intake 5 walked the rope course, the nose of Luna giving the entire intake and advantage they didn't appreciate yet. Because she stopped them all still before they could walk into the trees. "There's some trees right in front of us and the rope keeps going straight." the cat girl announced to her group.
                              
Gideon loved to see it, how the lycanthrope didn't even think about using her sense of smell to their advantage. It seemed that some instincts she had no problems with, it was just the attraction to bloody raw meat and food that had her freaking out. Work on the eating problem, and suddenly controlling all the other instincts seemed much easier. Though she'd have to keep an eye on the girl, she knew that she'd missed the chance to stop her from throwing up already once today.
                              
"Just go straight, we're supposed to follow the rope." Luc said to the cat girl, calm voice encouraging. So Luna stepped into the trees, doing her blindfolded best to keep from letting the branches snap back into Luc's face. Gideon had a broad grin on her face as all seven of them started to slowly and carefully try to follow the rope as it went up high, fell down low, twisted around a few trees and purposefully made it as near to impossible to follow as could be done.
                              
"You look like the cat that stole the cream." Doctor Cyr's smooth voice rumbled out and Gideon grinned up at her once time mentor.
                              
"Just reaping the rewards of my rules. Week one, rule one, in the bag." Gideon sounded smug and Doc Cyr laughed.
                              
"I can see that they're starting to work together. Though I think the other Councillors are betting against your group this intake." The doctor warned. Gideon nodded and shrugged in response. The other intakes had a stronger togetherness, even now. It would only get stronger as the weeks progressed. Her intake still liked to snipe and swipe at each other, no one wanting to admit they needed the others to succeed. "I'm wondering what it's going to be like when you take them off Camp." the doc chuckled as he passed Gideon the day off sight passes for each of her kids.
                              
She frowned down at the passes. "I didn't think they'd earned it yet." she sounded doubtful.
                              
"They haven't. I just have faith in you to make sure that they will." The doctor patted Gideon's shoulder and wandered off.
                              
The Councillor of intake five was staring down at the passes, hearing more to the Doctor's words than what he'd said. Gideon knew what she was and knew how unlikely it was she'd ever get to live to an old age. Her convict pretty much had it figured out, and before they left at the end, everyone here would know. Gideon was a Fury. A species designed by the humans to be the ultimate killing tool against the homo sapiens portentum and designed to be like the Greek myths of old. She was an Alecto, the constant anger and there were only thirty or so of her kind left. After human and portentum stopped trying to wipe each other off the map, Gideon and her kind became superfluous. The portentums hated her species, the humans abandoned them. Most went mad or were put down by the now united Sapien/Portentum alliance, and that was the fate that everyone watched Gideon for. To have Doctor Cyr trust her to properly train these kids... it reinforced to the Councillor that no one is helpless to change their own Fate.
                              
"We're back in the hole again." Luna's voice stated calmly, then raucous laughter from the ret of the intake.
                              
"That's what she said." Ebony mouthed off playfully.
                              
"Literally." Virgil chimed in.
                              
Gideon stared at her intake and whistled to get their attention. "Good job my little billiards balls. Now  take off your blindfolds and get out of the hole." she instructed, letting her good humour show on her face. Intake five stared back at her, blinking as they readjusted to the light. "Now that you had fun, it's time to get to work. Which one of you thinks they know how to build a fire?" she challenged, promising herself a chance to take Luc aside and discuss with him the new urges beginning to stir in his gut. The way that Virgil patted him on the shoulder let her know that the empath was aware of his intake mate's sudden realization, and that Gideon might just have an unexpected partner in crime now.