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Chapter One: Congratulations you're blind
The hot Florida sun beat upon my sunburned skin, my blond hair was ratted and my too small-clothes were partly shredded. I was lying on a park bench sweating. If I had known about the gods at that time I would have sworn at Apollo for making it so damn sunny. I grumbled to myself and got up. I put on a smile; today would be the day that something good would occur. I told myself, like I did every morning. I didn't think anybody was listening, but I was wrong someone was.
"Hello young half blood. What are doing so far from home?" A female voice said from behind me. I flipped around to see a beautiful woman. I looked at her strangely; my face with curiosity. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Oh... you don't know yet... That loses half the fun of killing you." She told me calmly. I was starting to move backwards hoping that there was nothing behind me. I didn't want to die. I was at this time backing into traffic. The last thing I remembered was extreme pain in my head and everything going dark.
I woke up feeling dizzy. That was when I realized I couldn't see anything and I wasn't road kill. Where was I? I was obviously in a bed. But what type of bed was I in? Was I in a hospital? My head was killing me. I tried sitting up, but I couldn't move!
"Whoa! Calm down!" A mans voice told me. I'm pretty sure my eyes were wide open. I couldn't really tell. I felt a hand touch my head. I didn't try to struggle. I was really tired, but I didn't allow my guard down. "I'm not going to harm you. Ares was right when he said that you had a fighting spirit." I'm pretty sure that I was glaring. I wish my head would stop throbbing so I could be able to concentrate. I was starting to wonder what he was talking about. What everyone has talked about for the last couple days.
He removed his hand from my head. Some of the pain dissipated. He then stuck a needle in my arm and I blacked out. To say I was a bit upset when I woke once more was an understatement. I was furious. How dare he do that to me! I sat up. I could at least move now, but I still couldn't see. I didn't move past that point because I didn't now where I was going. I could run into a wall for all I know.
"You're awake?" The same male voice asked. "Now, why else would I be sitting up." I replied sarcastically. "I thought you'd try to walk around..." He told me. "I would be if I could actually see where I was going." "So you can't see me?" He asked. "Nope." I replied popping the p. Now why would he be asking a stupid question like that?
I was then tugged out of the bed and into the guy's chest. My heart rate increased rapidly. At least it wasn't bare. Gods, that would be embarrassing. He positioned me upright and made sure that his grip was firm. He tugged me down what I am assuming are hallways. He kept moving faster, until he was somewhere. And I was inside what felt like some sort of vehicle.
The thing started to move. It was really nerve-racking. Whoever this guy is, he's the worst driver in history. The vehicle was jerking - I felt like I was going to puke - where did this guy get his license!?
"You alright back there?" He had the audacity to ask. "You look a little pale."No shit Sherlock. Your driving is absolute crap and I am thankful that I can't actually see what you're doing otherwise I don't think I would have survived this long without trying to escape...
I was gripping on to the seat with for my life. I imagine that my knuckles were white. I don't know if there were any seat belts. I don't think it would have mattered. He then started to talk about how awesome he was and the fact I'd be staying with him because I hadn't fully recovered. My head started to kill me. I didn't tell the guy that though. Why would I? I've probably burdened him enough over... well I don't know how long.