Hello everybody! Okay okay, I know know, Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah. . . . . . . late update! I have been packed all week with school work, and studying, and halloween stuff. Yeah yeah, surprising that I have a life?

Anywho. . . . . WolfBlood2.0 still owns this character! I own the plot. PJO stuff belongs to Rick Riordan. Yatta yatta ya. . . . . .

AND~ I need some un-main male characters to be paired with some females damit! I need like, 1 14 or 15 year old and like 4 or 5 17 year olds! Please help! I don't want these girls to go BF-less! I know their pain. . . .. . .. . . . Anywho! The story! here we are!

Johnnie Aster North is not happy with walking from Louisiana to New York. That has to be like two thousand miles away! Johnnie thinks to himself. His feet were hurting and all they had done was stepped out of Louisiana into Mississippi. His feet crunch on the dry dirt below his black, worn out tennis shoes. Mud from the Louisiana Bayous cover his shoes and shins, as he is only wearing ripped jean shorts and a dull sea-green tee-shirt. His spiked back hair is messy, and starting to go flat.

But the thing that really gets Johnnie pissed off, is this tattoo covered man,or Seth as he calls himself, walking a bit to close to his sister. Plus the fact that he constantly checks her out. Fucking pervert. AND, and, Taylor doesn't seem to mind. Gods- what?- Gods? Where did that come from? Johnnie shakes off his mind and looks ahead of him. "Train Tracks?" Seth asks, looking down. Taylor bends down, softly pressing her fingers to the metal.

A warm, summer breeze blows, ruffling everybody's hair. The sun beats down, warming their sweaty, sticky skin. Trees stick up like skyscrapers, forming a wall on either side of them. They had walked up a path for hours, until they came to this small, worn down building, most likely an old train stop, where the tracks part, causing the train having to stop, and move the lever. A perfect getaway. If the train was to come.

" Feel it," Taylor exclaims, 'the vibrations! A train should be here in no time! " Taylor says, her eyes immediately finding Seth's as he gives a small nod of impression. Johnnie mentally barfs. They have like a. . . . three year age difference! Johnnie is only fourteen with dirty thoughts about females swirling in his head every seven seconds (A/N I know I know, sexist statement. Blah blah blah. Deal with it *Glasses come out of no where and fall perfectly on my face*), he could only imagine what goes on in the seventeen year old's mind. But he doesn't what what ever the Hades -He was going to ignore that one- that is going in on that horny teenage mind to happen to her.

Johnnie looks up, watching and listening for any sign of a train. Something that could take them away. Hw would be cracking jokes, or laughing, or picking on his sister right now. But now isn't the time. This is serious. Even a fool like him knows that.

Johnnie smiles as he listens to the rumbling of a near by train. He slowly steps forward, pulling his sister back. He can now see the once small black dot chugging forward, turning into a car sized black blob. And not soon after, Johnnie, Taylor and Seth can see the train number, number 597, and almost every detail. The black train chugs to a slow stop, and the tre hide behind the old, rickety building, wanting to jump on the train without getting caught. They watch as an older man with slick gray hair and deep green eyes, dresses in the train's blue uniform jumps out from the train, runs to the lever and pulls it the opposite way. He then slides back into the train, almost as quickly as possible. The train begins to move, slowly, slowly, slowly. . . . . And they run.

Heat and pain surges through Johnnies legs as he runs. Seth propels himself into an open cart, filled with coal and firewood. He quickly reaches down and scoops Taylor up. Seth reaches down, harshly ripping johnnie up.

Dick.

Johnnie scrambles to find his feet, pressing himself up against the steel wall of the train, his heart beating like a drum. He watches as leaves, trees and old buildings blow by in the wind.

"Listen, here it says," Taylor starts, looking down at the phone I stole for her in Washington a few months ago, " The trip to Long Island, will take about nineteen hours. If this train even goes to long island." She states, tapping something in.

"Ugh! I was right." She mutters, leaning a bit closer to Seth. "The train stops in Virginia, so we'll have to find another way to Long island."

"Well," Seth speaks, walking towards the middle of the train car, " speaking of which, why the Hell are two fourteen year-olds dragging me to long island."

"Long story." Johnnie smirks.

"Long ride." Seth barks.

"Busy. . . ." Taylor barely whispers, tapping away on her Iphone 4.

Johnnie sighs, sliding down the wall. "Fine, fine. So when Tay and I were about six, we had started to see things. Weird snake monsters, bat ladies, giant people. Strange, strange things. We learned to live with it. A couple days before my mother died, she would tell us this story of a boy and a girl, with their sidekick. She would tell us that when we found somebody who could see the same things we could, they would help us. We would have destiney handed to us. She told us they would take us to Long Island, and we would take them to our vacation home up there. At eight at night, we are to walk up the beach till we find a special place. A place that feels like home. Then. . . well, then, we were standing in the rain, looking down at her headstone." Johnnie says, looking out the opened steel doors of the train.

Seth scratches his chin, looking slightly, slightly sincere. "So, legand thing going on huh. Sounds believable." He chuckles

"So you'd rather go ahead with the man eating metal birds being some malfunctioning child's toy?" Taylor states dryly, not tearing her eyes away from the screen of the phone.

Seth's sideways smile fades. "Well uh, then there's that. So uh," He scratches the back of his neck. " I guess I can belive you."

Taylor giggles. "Thought so." She mutters, turning back to her phone.

"Time." Johnnie simply states.

" Five thirty two PM." Taylor replies, shutting off her phone.

They sit in silence, with the occasional time check. Taylor watches the sun set, Seth listening to the squeal of the tires, and Johnnie concentrating on how to make it all go away.

To sum it up, Johnnie doesn't want to be in the middle of this shit.

Seth, being the curious bastard he is, breaks the silence, "So what is all of this shit anyway. Why is it happening to us."

Taylor sighs, "I'm not sure. Maybe we have something in common?" She suggests.

"Oh goodie. Life stories!" Johnnie rolls his eyes, consequently getting a glare from his sister.

"Well, I was born and raised in Louisiana, My mom left when I was born. I grew up strange, not a lot of friends. Love snakes," Seth smirks, gesturing to his painted body, " and I never really got this into the strange things as this."

"We were born and raised in Washington (A/N; Sorry is this isn't where you wanted them to be born, but because I am running so late, I don't have the time (Because I wasted so much already) to wait for PM's) dad left when we were born, grew up taking care of eachother, love the ocean, and we were always involved."Taylor says.

"So what's our most common thing?" Seth asks, not paying attention.

Johnnie thinks it over. " Simple," He laughs, "our parents."

They talked it over for hours, trying to think of a way to solve their problems. They all fell asleep around ten thirty; weary from their walk.

Six hours later, at four thirty AM, June 17, the threesome awoke to the train's squealing tires as it comes to a stop.

Taylor picks up the large, brown bag she has been carrying (Which Seth nor Johnnie had noticed) and languidly hopped off the steel trained, followed by the empty handed boys.

"Next bus stop is ten miles away, and arrives in, " Taylor checks her phone, " Nine hours thirty minutes." She groans.

Seth rubs his snake like eyes, yawning, "We can walk there, slowly then sleep on the bench. Good?"

"Good." Taylor and Johnnie say in unison.

The three begin walking, Taylor pulling out water from her bag, handing one to each of the boys, and grabbing one for herself. After about an hour of slowly walking, Johnnie stops, rubbing his feet as he sits down on a nearby city bench. Seth watches the pedestrians enter buildings and getting into cars parked on the side of the road.

Taylor looks at Johnnie, " We still have two hours ahead of us Starry. Man up."

Seth laughs, beginning to walk again. Johnnie sighs, following.

They continue, walking in silence, listening to the passing cars and beeping busses. They stop at a local Dunkin Donuts, Taylor getting an iced coffee, Seth a chocolate donut, and Johnnie a raspberry coolatta with the money the twins had gotten or stolen over the years.

They finally reach the bus stop at nine thirty seven in the morning, taking a lot longer than Taylor had predicted. As soon as they sit down, their droopy eyelids close and a stream of drool falls out of Johnnie's mouth.

And six hours of much needed sleep later, they are awoken again by the bus. The time is blurry from their new sleep. They remember getting on the bus, staring out the window, eating crackers, beef jerky and muffins, falling asleep, waking up, then walking. That is, before they pass out on the Poseidon Cabin's couch in Long island, New York.

Yeah yeah. Rushed ending. REVIEW!

~Goddess Of The Games