[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Arena  -- Camp Half-Blood
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	Demetri’s words didn’t phase Zeke. Kristin’s pat on his back was even more depressing to Zeke. He nodded when she said they would figure it out. Sure, they would figure it out. They always did but how long would it take for them to figure it out? How many more kids would become possessed and what if whatever it was possessed Zeke again? He was almost glad the vines were still bound around him. 
	Ezekiel hadn’t felt this defeated in a long time. The pain usually manifested in anger but for the time being it was an empty feeling. He could have seriously hurt Demi, maybe even killed him and the knowledge of that was ripping Zeke apart. Sure it was Demi but it still could have been murder. This was why he never got close to anyone and worked alone. That way you only had to be worried about yourself and no one else. 
	Zeke started to struggle against the vines, frowning. [color=#EEE8AA]”Okay, I’m ready to be free of these,”[/color] he stated, looking at Mary.