"What does she want with us?" Arnold asked.
"She didn't say." Gerald answered shortly from behind the wheel of his older brother's car, occasionally glancing at his wrist, which was wrapped in a thick and tight bandage. He hadn't wanted to go with Persephone but she'd managed to convince him. Mostly because she'd sprained his wrist and threatened to shoot him in the knee.
"Who is she?" Phoebe asked from the back seat.
Gerald glared back at her. He still wasn't thrilled with Phoebe coming, but Persephone had been pretty persistent. He looked back to the red lights on the back of the motorcycle she was riding on. "She said her name's Persephone. Weird name if you ask me."
"It's not weird, it's just old." Phoebe began to explain. "Persephone was Hades' wife in ancient Greek mythology."
"Great, we're following the a girl who shot Sheena in the stomach and just happens to be named after the goddess of the underworld." Arnold muttered facetiously.
"She's also the goddess of the spring." Phoebe added. "She's not as bad as it sounds."
"That's not the point, know-it-all." Gerald snapped. "What could she possibly want with us? And where the hell is she taking us?"
Seph tapped on the window of the car with a few amenities in hand. God, she missed her baby. She could just drive these idiots straight to Lebanon, but no, Dean didn't have the time to fix her car. If it was the Impala he would have fixed it in a day, but not for her car. She'd have to jump on him about it as soon as they got there. "Rise and shine. It's time to go." The boys jolted awake, but the girl just lazily blinked and looked at her through the window. The black kid glared at her and Seph just smirked. "Move over, I'm driving."
The blond one looked alarmed, "What about your bike?"
"It's safe, but I appreciate your concern." She replied snidely. "Now scoot over and let me drive before I lose my patience and shoot out one of your kneecaps."
Gerald swallowed a lump in his throat, "Can we call our parents first?"
"You can call them when we get there." She snapped. "Most likely."
"Please?" Phoebe pleaded. "They'll be so worried about us."
"I honestly don't give two shits." Seph snapped, her patience spent. "You can call them when we get there or not at all."
"We don't have to take this." Gerald growled, moving to get out of the car. This bitch wanted to shoot his kneecaps out? She wouldn't be able to pull the gun before he had her pinned on the ground.
Or...so he thought. Persephone slammed a fist into Gerald's stomach and before he could double over the she drove the heel of her palm hard into his nose. She angled the hit so that his nose would just break rather than break and shoot up through his brain. Gerald fell back into the car, groaning loudly. She poked her head in the car and smiled at Arnold. "You can help your friend into the back or get back there yourself. I suggest you choose quickly."
Phoebe woke up to find that everyone else was asleep, save for Seph. It had almost been twenty-four hours since they had been taken by Seph. She was hungry and scared and had no idea where they were or where they were going. Her family must have been looking for her at this point. Gerald's and Arnold's too. She glanced at Gerald, who had been banned to the backseat for trying to seize the wheel like an idiot and nearly driving them off the road. She didn't know how Seph was still awake and driving after all this time.
"We're twenty minutes away."
Phoebe was surprised that Seph knew she was awake and could nearly read her mind. "Oh...thank you, I guess."
Persephone nodded. They didn't discuss the matter any more. However, Seph did pass back a few bandanas and asked Phoebe to blindfold Gerald and herself as a precautionary measure before waking Arnold and asking him to do the same.
Phoebe couldn't see anymore and she didn't bother trying to peek, but she heard Seph snap at Gerald to not do it at least three times. Less than half an hour later what was once pavement turned into a rougher road, either dirt or gravel it was hard to tell. She felt sure that they were just being taken far away so that they would be forgotten. Though she kept a brave face, she'd never been more horrified in all her life. -
"Is that Pitch Perfect?" Gerald asked, still blindfolded in the backseat next to Phoebe, who cocked her head in his direction.
"Pitch Perfect?" She asked skeptically.
"It's a good movie!" Gerald shouted defensively, making Arnold chuckle and Phoebe (despite her best effort) crack a smile.
Seph chuckled, "Unfortunately." It was the mash up or 'riff off' from the movie. She shut off the car and pulled the blindfold off from Arnold's eyes, indicating that he should have Phoebe and Gerald do the same thing. They were in a garage that was loaded with old cars. There was a roar of an engine behind them and everyone turned in time to see Seph's bullet bike zooming into the garage being driven by an unrecognizable figure beneath the helmet. Arnold jumped back in time to not be run over and glared after them.
A high pitched squeal took them all by surprise and a woman who had been crouching behind a 1985 Crysler changing a tire jumped up and pulled Seph into a hug before she could get away. "Thank god you're alright! I've been so worried about you."
Persophne heaved a sigh and patted the older woman's back, knowing that even trying to get away from her would prove futile. "Yeah, mom. I'm fine, calm down." The woman wasn't actually Seph's mom. That was a laughable idea. It would mean she'd have to have been thirteen when she gave birth to Seph.
"You know I don't like when you call me mom!" The older girl said defensively before looking at Arnold, Gerald, and Phoebe. "Why've you brought these three here?"
Persephone glanced between the older woman and the abducted trio. "It's a bit of a long story...perhaps we should give them some food and I'll tell you."
"Or you could tell us." Phoebe challenged.
"I doubt you've believe anything she told you." The voice was muffled and came from the figure who had ridden the bike into the garage. She bent over to take off her helmet and a mass of long golden tresses fell out of the helmet and she flipped it behind her back.
Arnold's nose scrunched up in confusion. These girls all had very similar features. "Are you three sisters?" He asked without thinking.
"No, we're not." Persephone answered.
The girl who had been riding the motorcycle gave Persephone a confused look, "What're you talking about? Of course we're all sisters."
The older woman who Persephone had called mom nodded in agreement.
"Do I know you?" Phoebe had been scrutinizing the girl on the motorcycle since she removed her helmet.
The girl quirked a brow at Phoebe for a second before asking, "Chupacabra in New Mexico?"
"A chupacabra?" Phoebe asked, "No, I've never even been to New Mexico and I've never even heard of-"
"Okay, not New Mexico then. A nest in Raleigh?" Before Phoebe could say that she'd never been to North Carolina the other girl shook her head and said, "No, no can't be that, that girl died."
"Died?" Phoebe and Arnold exclaimed in shocked unison.
"What about Hillwood?" the older woman asked.
Persephone froze like a deer in the headlights and the other girl looked between her older sister and Phoebe before asking, "Yeah...what about Hillwood?" through gritted teeth. She glared at Persephone who swallowed a lump in her throat.
"I didn't think that they'd-" Seph began.
"Who are you?" Phoebe asked, cutting Seph off.
"Heyerdahl." The girl stated thoughtfully.
"No, that's my name." Phoebe retorted.
The girl shook her head and her gaze moved to Gerald, "Johansson."
Gerald arched a brow and took a befuddled step back, "Who are you?"
She turned her gaze on Arnold and her face softened. Her eyes grew sad and her lips drooped into a frown. "Arnold."
Arnold looked at Gerald and Phoebe, who looked back at him. "Why're we here?"
"I know it's hard to believe, but I was saving your life." Seph answered.
"Agnen?" The girl asked, now glaring at the ground.
The older blonde and the trio looked at Seph, their questions only growing. Seph nodded, "I have every reason to believe so."
"What's this Agnen thing?" Gerald asked.
"If I'm correct, Agnen isa demon of great intellect from the myths of the Amazonian Tupinamba people of Brazil." Phoebe answered.
"Do you literally know everything?" Gerald inquired, exasperated.
"Agnen…" Arnold repeated the name, letting it linger in his mind. "I've heard that name. Some story about twins and cannibals...what does that have to do with any of this?"
The girl smirked, "You'd think you of all people would know. Considering that you're his target and all."
Gerald scoffed, "You're trying to tell us that some...amazon demon thing is after Arnold?"
Seph stepped in, "Actually, Arnold was the last to be destroyed."
Phoebe arched an eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means she's psychic and she saw all of you die or else she wouldn't have brought you here." The girl snapped.
"Helga!" The older girl chided, "There's no need to be so blunt, they are frightened as it is."
Helga heaved a sigh, "So what would you have me do, Olga? Lie to them? Kind of like to lied to me."
"Helga?" Gerald repeated dubiously.
"Helga?" Phoebe squeaked in disbelief.
"Helga?" Arnold breathed, his voice hardly louder than a whisper.
"Now isn't the time to talk about it baby sister." Olga insisted quickly.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not your baby sister anymore?" Helga snarled, advancing on her sister.
Persephone threw herself between the two, "Stop it, both of you!" She demanded. "Helga, how long has it been since you've gotten any sleep?"
"I'm fine." Helga snapped, her eyes still ablaze and fixed upon Olga, who looked more distressed by her sister's mood than her wrath.
"Give me hours, you twit." Seph demanded.
Helga grew quiet, unwilling to admit a number. "Almost seventy."
Seph heaved a sigh, "You've got to sleep. You know how you get once you've gone more than two days without sleep."
"She's right, Helga." Olga added, trying to sound sweet. Her efforts backfired though and Helga's sneer quickly returned.
"Olga, you're not helping." Seph snapped. "Olga will take care of these three, you and I will get some rest, and then we can continue this conversation, alright?"
Helga glared at Olga before glancing at Phoebe, Gerald, and Arnold. There was so much she wanted to say, but Seph was right. Now wasn't the time. She nodded and she and Seph left the garage in a huff, but not before Seph gave Olga brief instructions about how tend to the kidnapped trio, finishing with a reminder to give some boys named Winchester a message should they arrive.
Phoebe wanted to rush after them, but not as much as Arnold, who Gerald had to yank to a halt. This was all an impossible dream...wasn't it?
"So…" Olga began merrily, "Who wants breakfast?"
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