I really wanted to do Ian's reacton, but I decided to make you wait. I thank the very few reviewers I got! You make my day happy! This is the hardest I have ever worked on a chapter and it's still not very long. Anyways, on with the story!
Dan Cahill was anxiously awaiting the end of Algebra 1. He had finished his worksheet on polynomials almost thirty minutes ago. Dan idly drew Japanese shurikens in the margins of his notebook. His stomach rumbled. Dan had skipped lunch to play basketball with his friend, Sam. Could this class be any more longer?
His eyes flickered to the clock. Three more minutes! The teacher was still dragging on. Each single second was agonizing. He just wanted to run home, grab a bag of Cheetoh Puffs, and go into his room to play Silver Samuri 3.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Finally, the last bell rang. Dan sprang up, grabbed his bag, and headed to the bus.
Thirty minutes later, the bus dropped Dan off at the end of his street. He leapt up, dodged a rogue paper airplane, and trotted off to his house. The bus sped off in the opposite direction.
A few minutes into his walk, Dan could see well enough through the trees to see an ambulance parked in front of Grace's newly built mansion. His heart pounded in his chest. What if there was a fire? Did the Vespers attack? Were Nellie, Fiske, and Amy alright?
Dan sprinted up the long, winding driveway. Inside, his friend, Kaity, was searching the net, lounged out on the couch. Dan ran up to her, panting.
"Is everyone okay? What happened? There's an ambulance outside!"
Kaity looked up at him. "Just Amy. She freaked out and fainted at my place. The paramedics checked her blood pressure etc and drove us here."
Dan relaxed. " Why did she freak out?"
A smile spread across Kaity's carefully made-up face. She kind of reminded Dan of Natalie Kabra, only Kaity played sports, and video games. One thing they had in common that really showed right now: The evil streak they both had. It wasn't in-your-face evil, just a sinister sparkle in her eyes.
"I was really bored one day. I got grounded for sneaking out and my parents confined me to my room. I searched the word 'Ninja' on my laptop, and found this story 'Don't Ever Mess With a Ninja'.
Dan's eyes kind of glazed over, so Kaity skipped to the interesting part.
"You heard that the Janus was recording the exact events of the clue hunt, right? Rick Riordan?" Dan nodded
"A load of people read that series! This is the 39 Archive dot com. The people that read the series write their own stories and put them up here." She explained.
"Amy came over to my place and I showed her this website. She kind of got...overwhemed and passed out."
Dan snickered. "That's Amy alright. What did she get? Like, five entries? Search me! There must be tons of stories about my awesomeness!"
Kaity smiled to herself and typed a few words into a search engine. Blue titles and summaries filled up the screen. Pages and pages of Dan stories. Kaity pushed the silver laptop to Dan.
"I'm going to get a drink. Anything for you?" she asked.
"Root beer and Sprite!" He called, eyes glued to the screen. Kaity walked out of the room.
"Let's see...Dan stories." He smiled. Of course he had fans!
Dan clicked on a random story entry. His eyes adjusted to the font and he read on.
"Dan Cahill was walking down the streets of New York. He was on his way home from teaching at his newly built Ninja Academy..."
"Yes! I'm a ninja!" Dan cried.
"Dan loved the black robes he wore as he strutted down the street. His phone rang out 'Kung Fu Fighting'. It was his girlfriend..."
The real Dan rubbed his hands in anticipation. "Selena Gomez?" he mused. "Zendaya or Bella Thorne?"
He looked at the name. Then he looked again. Then he rubbed his eyes and looked. Dan got up and applied eye drops.
"Dang retinal scans!" He declared and looked again.
Natalie Kabra
Dan didn't scream at all. That was the scary part. He walked into his room and took his Japanese Tungsten sword out of it's display case. He slid it into it's carrier and strapped it on his back. Dan picked up the silver laptop. It was time for a little intervention. Into the lair of the Cobras.
