Sorry, long wait for an update. This is mostly for Annechase, but R&R. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own any plot of PJO, its characters, or its geography. I only own my ideas, OC's and personal plot line.
Ali looked out her window, surprised to see the ground filling with black smoke, erupting the dusty, lightweight material. She blinked and it was gone, but the sky grabbed her attention. It had seemed to open up, and although it was a summer evening and not supposed to be rainy, it began to pour. She looked towards her father, and noticed his tense posture and white knuckles from straining on the wheel.
"Dad, is something wrong?"
He sighed, and released some pressure off the steering wheel, waving her off. "Yeah, absolutely. But, you know I love you right?"
She was, not shocked, but nearly there. Disgruntled, was that the word? She didn't know. But the words threw her off, not something she would expect from her hard-working, emotionless father. Sure, he was supportive, but that didn't mean he threw around stuff like that in a normal conversation.
"Uh, yeah. Love you too, Dad."
He nodded, like he was satisfied, and resumed his tight grip. She shook her head, confused, but continued to look his way. But her father wasn't what was interesting her. It was the car outside his window. They had come from the track, which was outside the city limits. No houses nearby, only the lake. For someone to be going the same way as them, and to be right there, they would have left at the same time-from the track. And no one had.
Ali wanted to wave it off, but how could she? No one ever caught up to them on their way home. The only person that could've left after them was Jake, her boyfriend. And it wasn't his car. The rest of the riders were on a practice run, which was supposed to consist of about four races. She was in the second when she crashed. The guys wouldn't have stopped though. So who was it?
It was an obnoxious, black truck, with tinted windows and a really scary vibe to it. It seemed like one of those cars that would billow smoke and rev its engine at stop lights, intimidating other drivers and challenging for races. She knew because that was what she had done the first time she drove with Jake. She closed her eyes, holding a blink for as long as she could, trying to recreate the memory, but failed. When she opened her eyes, the truck was gone, like it too was absorbed into the ground and now just evaporating back out.
"What was that?" She interrogated, and her father's face turned to her.
"What was what?"
And they felt the jolt. The feeling of whip-lash and vertigo, and the pressure of the airbags pressing against her rib cage was soon upon both passengers. Ali screamed. Her father cursed, but nothing like she had heard. Some foreign language? Definitely Greek, but how she knew that, she wasn't sure. The car was tumbling, and at first she was thinking about her brand new, just polished, beautiful BMX bike that she had worked so hard for, and the fact the it was tumbling in the back seat with her shiny, matching helmet. The sponsorship had taken her months to gain, and the bike and helmet were just temporary. She wasn't actually on the team yet- the letter would come later. But she was so proud to have gotten to ride it the last few weeks- even if she couldn't wear the team jersey with it just yet. And now it was probably getting banged up, her temporary dream being caved in on. But then her thoughts roamed to another field.
What on earth was happening?
The truck must have passed on to behind them, and hit them. It was the only explanation. The car came to a stop, resting against the borderline trees and cliffy hills beside the highway. She could hear someone in the background, but it was fuzzy, like cotton had been stuffed in her ear. She could just make out a figure in the rear view mirror. No, two figures. Not one. The people began to move closer, and before she knew they were upon the car, opening her door, pulling her out.
"Hi, I'm Brooklyn. This is Jake, but of course you know him. I've heard a lot about you, hun. C'mon, lets get going." Ali stared blankly at them and looked to her dad, who's tan flesh was sagging at the eyes, she's never noticed how tired he was.
"Go. Go with them. so you'll be safe."
Chapter 3 up soon I hope. R&R.
