While everyone else on the bus was cheering and swooning over Mr. Jackson, Leon GaDicoin stayed still in his seat, mouth shut tight, stiff as a board.
Over the smell of potato chips, chewing gum, and the perfume of the girls behind him, Leon could detect one of them. How Annabeth hadn't noticed it earlier, Leon had no idea, but he could definitely feel them near now. There might be a struggle anytime soon, though Leon never enjoyed getting his hands dirty.
Leon wasn't surprised they were here. There were many of his kind here. What Leon couldn't understand is why they hadn't come earlier. It didn't make sense; a group this size should've attracted them by the hundreds... yet they hadn't.
It's not as if he chose to do this... but he wasn't forced to either. Leon did this because of the prophecy. If this wasn't the beginning of the ominous poem, he was a rabbit.
Leon risked a glance at the form it used as a disguise. It was smirking at him, giving him that all too familiar look in it's innocent looking green eyes. Just try.
It knew. It was biding its time. Leon had no proof of it, but he wouldn't need it once the creature's waiting time was up.
...
Well, that was ominous...
-Over and out-