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Explanations
My brother ran as fast as he could toward the subways. I ran after him.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Subway's the fastest," he said, out of breath.
"What?" We'd reached the platform.
"Subway's the fastest way to get to camp"
"WHAT?! After what we just went through all you can think about is going to camp?!" I yelled.
"Shh. They'll hear you."
"What are you talking about?" I demanded as we clambered down the stairs.
"I'll explain later. We just need to get to safety." He feverishly looked around the station for something.
Again with the safety crap. What's gotten into him?
He ran toward the nearest subway train and I followed him. We slipped through the train's doors at the last possible second. There weren't any available seats so we stood and grabbed on to the rings.
"Could ya answer my questions now?" I asked.
He sighed. "Some of them but keep it down. Mortals aren't supposed to know."
"Mortals?"
"People who-"
"I know who they are nut why did you say it like..like you're not one?"
"Because I'm not I'm...I'm a half-blood." He said the last part so it barely audible.
"What? But isn't that like...I don't know...not real?"
He shook his head, "Did you think that manticore wasn't real too?"
"Yes, but...oh, never mind."
"Exactly."
"Why are we going to camp?" I whispered.
"It's the safest place for...us."
"It is?"
"Yep."
"Why am I going then? I'm not a-" Aaron stopped me from saying it.
"There's something special about you, Lauren. Something I should've noticed a long time ago. That monster didn't try to kill you for no reason."
There was something else that had been bothering me. Now was the best time to tell him. "Uh, Aaron?"
"Yes?"
"Um...before you killed it...the monster...it-" I was interrupted as the train stopped.
"We'd better discuss this at camp." he said, "This is our stop."
We got off the train. I looked around. The station was completely deserted. There was even a newspaper fluttering in the wind. How ironic.
"Uh, Aaron?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure this is the right stop?"
"Yes."
"It's completely deserted."
"Did you think the camp would be in the middle of New York?"
"No. It's just." I sighed.
"You expected more." It wasn't a question but I answered anyway.
"Uh, yeah."
"Well we're not quite there yet. Come on."
We headed up the stairs and into daylight.
II-II-II-II-II-II
"Which way?" I asked. The street was completely deserted and the buildings abruptly stopped behind the subway tunnel entrance/exit.
In front of me was an empty lot followed by a grassy plain. Every few acres a farmhouse sat.
Aaron raised his finger and pointed towards the plain, "That way."he said before he walked of in that direction.
"So... how far away is the camp?" I asked after catching up to him.
"A few miles." he said, causally.
"A few miles?!"
"Yeah, so?"
"So?! That'll take like...forever!"
"Not really." he said.
Aaron was right. By nightfall, we'd reached a huge hill.
"It's up there," he said and started to climb.
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