Sry, but I have been quite busy during the week. A VERY tight, schedule, if you could understand. Been inactive for a while, but I admit that some of it was my laziness. I don't know if you like this or not or just want to read, or just want to flame, literally. Right now, chapter two steps forward and take its role. This time, it's More Than a Dream…

A Shattered Past

Chapter 2: More Than a Dream

I had a million questions. Starting from who am I, and what are they, then proceeding to why were they trying to kill me, and why did I have a zapping gloves. Obviously, there weren't time to answer any of them. The two other women looked really angry and sorrowful, at the loss of their sister, (or at least that was what I presumed.) and they are probably going to kill me off right now. They walked towards me, and I could just feel the aura of the tense situation. It was uncomfortable, and I felt my chest tightening, and held my breath. The gauntlet has already turned back into a brown leather glove, which was smoking. Some of the tables were overturned, candles either extinguished, or setting fire to the elegant red carpet with gold trims. Broken plates and bowls scattered on the floor, turning the once a grand Chinese restaurant into a chaotic mess. I was cornered at the wall. The door was at the opposite direction, which was the direction that the monsters were walking from. I closed my eyes, and waited for death. I don't even know anything, so how could dying be so bad? Inside me, I was wishing that I could live on, but further inside, I wished that I could die. No more responsibilities. No more questions. No more nothing.

Suddenly, the lights turned off and on once, twice, thrice. I looked upwards, and the light was shining bright red-orange, as if it was overheating. Suddenly, there was a loud whistling, like a boiling kettle, and one by one, the lights exploded, sending shards of glass downwards, some splinters striking at me. I managed to cover my eyes in time, but the monsters weren't that lucky. They shrieked and screamed, trashing around, turning tables and chairs over. I sprinted for the door. One of the monster's arms was flying straight at me as it was blindly attacking, but to my reflexes, I slashed upwards with my right arm, blocking the blow, which grazed my jacket, giving me a shallow wound in my forearm. I ducked, and made for the door. I was so focused that all I could see was the door, gateway to life, my only hope for survival. A glass door with metal handles. I did not hesitate to crash through. I fell down like a touchdown, sliding along the leftover snow, melting some. I expected the monsters to come out for me, but I turned myself over on my back, and there were no restaurant. It was an abandoned building, probably cancelled out during construction. I was still thinking about the questions, but did not have time to bother about it, as the darkness enveloped me. I closed my eyes, and laid down on the snowy sidewalk.

I opened my eyes, breathing heavily, instantly getting up in a sitting position. It was all a dream. I slept, and woke up. Nothing more, nothing less. I would like to say that the day went fine. I remembered everything. I met my parents, and I met with my dog again. I was really tired and collapsed onto the sidewalk. I went to school, and everything went back to normal. The problem is, I couldn't say any of that, because none of it was true. I checked my body, and there were cuts and wounds. There was some blood on the snow. Most of the snow has melted. There were more people walking around that last night, but the place was still a quiet neighborhood. I got up, and felt a jolt of pain flashing through my shoulder. I looked over, and there were a big splinter of glass stuck in my shoulder. The bleeding has stopped, but it was painful. I looked around, and saw a sign on the roadside, but for some reason, I couldn't read it. I went up to a lady.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I said,

"Yes?" She replied.

"Where is the nearest hospital? I've been in an accident."

"Take a right turn there, and continue forwards until you find one. It should be about 10 minutes walk." She said calmly, looking over at my shoulder from time to time.

"Thanks, ma'am."

I followed the directions, and soon, I found a small clinic. I walked inside, and the doctor went over immediately. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders, in a white long coat. He was also wearing a pair of white elastic gloves. He looked at me, then at my right shoulder. His eyes widened, and he made a hand gesture for me to come over to him.

"Oh gods… I mean, oh my God! You're wounded. Come here, quick!" He said. I followed him into a room.

I laid on a bed, and he gave me a shot in my shoulder. At first, it was painful, then my shoulder started to relax, and it felt numb. The doctor slowly began the operation. I didn't feel anything until twenty minutes later. I could feel that the piece of glass has been removed. When he told me I could get up, I got up, and peeked over my shoulder. It was patched up, with white gauze around it.

"Thanks, doc." I said, offering my hand.

"No problem, mister." He replied, shaking my hand. As he looked down at my hand, his eyes widened. Something must have caught his attention. I looked down at it, and there were some kind of writing, more of an inscription, but I swear that it wasn't in English.

"Can you drink this?" He offered me a small glass of something. I took it from his hand, and took a gulp. It tasted like chocolate, and it was pleasant. I drank the whole cup.

"Wait up; I have to make a call." He said, walking to his office, closing his doors behind him. I looked around myself, observing the room. Somehow, I have a weird gut feeling, and my instincts made me search for escape routes. A door to the office, another door to the waiting room. No windows and the room were lit purely by artificial lights. I walked over to the door, and moved my head near the doorknob, trying to hear something. I heard a single phrase.

"Half-Blood"

My heart raced. The monsters last night said something about half-blood too, and that was when they were trying to kill me. I had two choices. Take out the doctor, or play along and see how it goes. I walked back to my bed as I hear footsteps coming from inside the room. I had no choice but to play along. The door opened and the doctor walked outside. He put his glasses on, and pulled out a note from his pocket. He stared at it, and quickly put it away.

"Come with me, mister. I have something to show you." He said, making a hand gesture for me to follow him. I walked along, and he went to his car. A classic muscle car, quite heavily tinted. He opened the passenger's door side for me, which meant that he wanted me to get in. I got in and sat on the seat. He got on at the other side, and started up the engine. It roared into life, as the headlights turned on. The doctor turned it off. I just noticed that he took his coat off already, and was wearing an orange shirt with three letters on it, which was CHB, and I had no idea that meant. It was a few minutes later that I understood the meaning.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"Camp Half-Blood." He said, after locking the car.

How did you like that? I don't have much to say for a post note. I don't know if you like it or not, and I don't know what to write next, but I figured that I will figure it out in time. Please Review!