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Chapter TWO

The funny thing was that although there were two tasty demigods that were completely in the range of the hellhound's claws, they ignored both of them. This surprised Reyna so much that she almost fainted dead away. As it was, she managed to gather her wits and drew her choice of a weapon—a mechanical pencil.

I know, I know, you're probably thinking, a pencil. A stupid pencil (A.N/ Mechanical pencils, I know, sounds like Percy's. But I couldn't think of anything else! My friend helped me out.) But seriously? I kind of envied her for a cooler weapon than mine. I still didn't have one of those golden coins. I have a plain gladius. Right, I'm getting off track.

See, the 'pencil' is actually a curved knife, the end shaped like an owl's beak. Courtesy of her mom, at least Minerva cares about her kids! Daddy Jupiter hasn't sent me a dream vision in, like, forever. Not to mention any gifts.

She snatched her backpack from her back and rummaged around, cursing loudly. The iPod girl's eyes were as huge as pennies as she watched Reyna scrawl something in her 'notebook', then watched in spiral into a shield carved with a picture of an owl.

I guess that Bobby got some credit too. As Reyna was yelling indignantly at her backpack, one of the cute little furry monsters noticed that there was a demigod right in front of its nose. I know, it took that long to notice, but monsters were never known for having brains. It lunged at her, but Bobby drew his sword and sliced it into fur.

"Dang it!" the evil girl screamed at the hellhounds. "Only the son of Jupiter, you dolts! No other demigod is to be harmed!"

I froze as all of the hellhounds turned their fiery red eyes to me. I did the only thing that came to me naturally: I unsheathed my blade and charged them.

Before I got there, though, everyone screamed and scrambled towards the school. I twisted around, trying to see what had happened. I heard a shick sound behind me, which probably meant that Reyna and Bobby were engaging and slicing the monsters up. Fun.

The evil girl had completely changed. She wasn't all bright in the first place, but now? Her clothes were black, blacker than black itself. In addition, she looked like a grown woman.

"Um..." I said.

The iPod girl, who was the only one who hadn't ran away, stood paralyzed, her green eyes flickering from me to Reyna and Bobby to the woman.

"W-who are you?" I stammered. Lupa was going to kill me when she heard that I said, "Oh" and "W-who are you?". No Roman bravado.

She stamped her foot, still very much acting like a teenage girl. "Nobody ever knows who I am!" she pouted/complained. "I'm Nemesis, but what would you care? Curses, once Lord Saturn rules again, we minor gods will get the respect that we deserve!"

I blinked. "Okay," I said. "Saturn's a pile of evil mush at the bottom of Teritus. He isn't going to rise anytime soon."

"Whoa. Wait. Hold it," iPod girl stammered. "First of all, gods? They're myths! Like, Zeus, Poseidon, Hades—they're... not real."

"Well, they're dead," I agreed. "But the Roman gods are still alive."

"That still doesn't make any sense," she placidly said.

Nemesis crossed her arms with a huff. "As usual," she loudly said, "I'm left out of the conversation as if I never existed!"

"That would be nice," Reyna said, marching over. Her left arm was scratched really badly—nearly mauled. "I'd appreciate it next time if you didn't send hellhounds after us." She winced and cursed soon after her wound started to gush blood.

"Right!" Bobby chimed in. He didn't look great either—he was limping on both legs, and his pants were stained red. Even as a Roman, living around a lot of this kind of stuff, I couldn't help but think, Ugh, as I glanced at either of them.

Nemesis pouted loudly again. "You destroyed my pets!"

"The goddess of revenge has pets?" iPod girl weakly asked. "That's it. Does anyone have a knife? I wanna commit suicide."

"Don't you dare," I said to Reyna.

"I wasn't going to give it to her in the first place," Reyna retorted.

Nemesis glared at me. "You may have avoided me the first time, but not again, Jason Grace. Have you checked on your family lately?"

With that optimistic comment, the goddess of revenge disappeared in a poof of black dust.

"Who are you?" the iPod girl asked. "You come up here while I'm innocently listening to music, attack a bunch of demon dogs with medieval weapons—"

"Medieval?"" Bobby incredulously asked. The girl ignored him.

"—Totally ruin my day, and tell me that the gods are alive. How stupid is that?"

I nervously glanced up at the sky, which seemed even more ominous now. "You might not want to say that."

"Who are you?" Reyna asked.

"Hmph. You didn't tell me who you were. Why should I tell you who I am?"

"Because you should," Reyna simply said.

The girl threw her hands up in exasperation. "Hazel. Happy? Now will you tell me who you are?"

"No," Bobby immediately said.

"No," I said.

"Yes," Reyna snapped, glaring at both of us. Bobby snapped under her intense gaze, and backed away.

"As soon as we get to camp," Reyna added. Hazel groaned. "Camp? What camp? It's not summer vacation. Who goes to camp in the not-yet-summer-vacation?"

"We don't have a pegasus," I pointed out. "And camp is, like, twelve hours away."

Reyna smiled, the kind of smile that always got me wary. "Who needs mythological animals?"

I made a mental note to never listen to another of Reyna's ideas ever again.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" Bobby screamed as we shot down the highway at about one-hundred miles per hour. Literally. You shouldn't underestimate a twelve-year old, insane person without a driver's license named Reyna driving a stolen Honda Odyssey (what kind of family is dumb enough to leave their car keys on top of their car?). It's a wonder how no police car was chasing us—or maybe it was just because Reyna's crazy driving left them in the dust. At any rate, it wasn't fun.

Hazel was the only one who wasn't turning green, which was a surprise, even Reyna looked sick.

"St-stop th-the c-car!" I yelled, my teeth jittering from the bumpy road that we were now shooting across.

"Not a chance," Reyna said, gritting her teeth. "You wanna get caught by the police, I'll stop."

I kept silent after that. Partly (mostly) because Reyna sped up, and I probably would have bitten my tongue off, and partly because I could hear the faint wail of police sirens.

Bobby somehow banged (rather desperately) on the back of Reyna's seat. "SLOW DOWN!"

"Shut it, Bobby!" Reyna snapped. "I'm trying to drive here—"

"Way to state the obvious," Hazel said. As I said before... she seemed the most calm of all of us.

Reyna ignored her comment and kept on driving like a lunatic that was hyped up on caffeine and sugar. I didn't even know how she managed to figure out all of the dials and switches and pedals—I would have had a crash thirty minutes ago (the same time Reyna started 'how to learn to drive like an alien from the planet Aerotim').

After a few more hours of crazy driving and bumping ambulances and innocent people out of the way (not to mention ignoring red lights), I was just about ready to throw up. Fortunately, the gas tank ran out of gas.

Reyna got out and slammed the door. She retched and rubbed her foot. "I am never going to drive again," she declared.

I stumbled out, dragging poor Bobby. He hadn't been able to withstand the horror of Reyna's driving, and if you ever find a car that was stranded at intersection of 'Walnut Street' and 'Capstone Avenue', expect to find a pool of brown stuff at the bottom... I'm not going to get into details.

Reyna noticed me carrying a passed-out son of Mars. "What's up with him?"

I scowled heavily at her. "He was not able to survive the long and murderous car trip into the middle of nowhere."

We were in the middle of nowhere—the sign said so.