Previously:

I revved the engine and rode out the barn doors and up the hill absolutely shredding the once green hill.

We had finally reached the now familiar back roads and put the petal to the metal. Then I heard a crunch and howl behind us.

We hissed "Shit!"

Now: (Brooke POV)

I instinctively wrapped my arms tighter around Cyrus's waist. I knew that was a bad idea, pressing my body closer to the unknown boy. I throw my head around, looking behind us. I see them. The four hellhounds are riding our tails. I turn back to Cyrus. "Stop!" I yell over the howls of the wind and the wolves. Cyrus glances back at me. "What?! Are you trying to get us killed!"

"Are you trying to get your balls ripped off?" I ask him, a bit too seriously. He gulps and whispers a no. He slows, U-turning, then stopping suddenly. A large cloud of dust rises, covering us for mere seconds. I quickly jump off of the Harley, pulling on my coral earrings. Once they detach, they turn into Celestial Bronze daggers, with bright coral grips.

A gift from my mother, a sea nymph.

Slowly, the dust clears, and I can fully see the hellhounds. "Piece of crap underworld dogs. . . " I mutter, staring at the huge hounds. I glance back, "Cyrus, you know how to fight?" I step back. The kid seriously needs to learn, being a demigod and all. As I glance again, stepping back, I watch as the shaking boy hop off of the Harley.

"No." He says, taking a few steps back.

"Then don't freak."

"I don't think that's possible anymore."

I have to laugh. "Good."

I grip the daggers tightly, spreading my arms. I quickly feel the icy water rushing through my veins. I can feel as my hair turns to cool, salty water, running down my back. My skin turns a pale shade of sea green, my eyes turning a bright shade of sea green. I feel new, cooler, and faster. More powerful. But as soon as I turn human, it will cost me. Most likely a killer headache and the need for rest. But right now, I am not human. I am a sea nymph.

"Wait. . . . .what?" I can hear Cyrus gasp.

"I'll explain later Cy." wait, did I just call him. . . .Cy? Okay. . .

I grip the daggers tighter in my hands, "Wanna play? Then lets play, puppy." I charge.

I love this feeling, the feeling you get when you've done something a thousand times before, but your stomach still ties into knots and your heart beats like a drum.

I quickly kill the first one, but the others dash towards me. I yelp and look over towards Cyrus, whose eyebrows are knitting together. I raise my hands in the air, water from the shore gathering, forming sharp crystals. I spread my hands, freezing them in their knife-like state. I raise my arm, then lunge it forward like I am throwing a ball. But I am throwing something, the frozen crystals.

But, they miss the dogs, only slashing tuffs of their fur. Damn. I double over, the powers already taking away my energy and strength. Just as the Hellhounds advance, Cyrus makes a move.

"HEY!" He screams. The dogs glare at me, almost saying, We'll deal with this one for, but we'll be back for you, watergirl. Cyrus turns around, running towards the motorcycle. The hounds quickly follow. There's only one thing I can think; Oh Shit

I gasp as Cyrus reaches the Harley, ripping one of the pipes from the outside. The ripped metal has a super sharp tip. He turns, his eyes glowing with fire. That fire is called rage.

Cyrus lets out a scream, charging at the beasts, the pipe in hands. He almost jumps over then first, but he stabs it in the back. The others howl for the lost one. The growl, pouncing at Cyrus. He dodges, glaring at the dogs. And just like that, they yelp, kneeling towards the ground. What in Hades is this kid doing?!

Cyrus runs to them with the pipe, stabbing each in the head. He grumbles, wiping the dust off of his clothing.

Hot damn, kid can fight.

I slowly stand, keyword -Slooooowly. I lean against a nearby tree for support.

"I thought you couldn't fight." I say softly as Cyrus studies the pipe, his eyebrows scrunched together, like he is deciding on what to do with it. And he decides to chuck it towards our Harley.

He smirks as he walks to me. At a foot away he stops, crossing his arms,

'And here I thought you were going to explain."

And here I am thinking, This is going to be a loooong, night.

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