Hey guys, chapter 6, sorry i havent updadted in a while. Thanks fro your review Aussieheroine, thanks.
Like to say soemthing about the bush fires again, and the memorial service here in OZ goes well, and that everyone who lost their lives to the fies are remembered always.
Enjoy! RxR
Goddess95 :)
CHAPTER 6 *A SIGN*
"Hey Jay what's up?" Atlanta said hearing all the noise.
"I don't know, Atlanta, I think she had a vision, then took off to get some air." Jay replied, standing in front of the open doorway. He was worried, scared, helpless, he didn't even know what was going on.
"Well, come on, she can take care of herself." Atlanta said.
"That's what you said the last time Atlanta." Jay said.
"She could be anywhere by now, she's a fast runner you know."
"No kidding" Jay said, trying to see if he could see any of her vibrant, silky hair among the heads he saw from he door, finding no luck.
He was tossing up between going to find her or to stay put, waiting for her safe return, but he remembered in Chiron's office; "…am not a porcelain doll that you let go of and breaks easily, I am a warrior, a descendant of Thesues. Why can't you see that?", and he decided not to, she may get upset again and start another fight.
He closed the door and rested his hand on the prickly wood that made the entrance to his home, the brownstone. He wondered if his decision was the right decision, until he was interrupted by a particular red head.
"Listen, I heard about your mother…" Atlanta said.
Jay blanked out. The name of his mother brought back the memory of his dream, which brought back the memory of the guy, and his schemes, which reminded him how lonely and alone Theresa was outside.
He sat on the couch.
"Ok, now, lets watch a movie… let's see, ah, this one!" Atlanta said, picking a dvd form the cabinet.
Archie laughed.
"That? You want to watch that? That's a horror movie."
"Oh, not again" Herry said " I'm getting pop corn."
"Let me help you Herry," Odie called, finding any excuse to not witness a world war 3 between Archie and Atlanta.
"Oh? And what's wrong with that?" Atlanta said, crossing her arms.
"Well, it's a horror movie" Archie said.
"And…" Atlanta said tapping her foot.
"I want to watch an adventure movie! Like… 'The Mummy', or 'Indiana Jones'" Archie said putting the horror movie back.
"Who died and made you king?" Atlanta said smiling.
"Me" Archie replied.
"Oh?" Atlanta said, taking a tickling attack position.
"Oh no you don't Atlanta!"
"Oh yes I will Archie-kins"
They had a tickle war, which also classed as WW3.
"Would you guys put a sock in it already? There are more important things to worry about, like the safety of our team mates!" Jay said angrily. He was interrupted by his thoughts of Theresa, and he was begging to get peeved.
Archie and Atlanta looked at each other.
"Let me re-phrase that; 'Would you guys stop having fun and be serious like me and worry constantly about my girlfriend.'" Archie said, imitating his voice.
"no… and I do not sound like that…" Jay said.
Archie and Atlanta were in stitches. They were; laughing so hard they nearly fell over.
But Jay was too worried to notice.
'Please send me a sign… a hint…. Anything for Zeus sake.' Jay thought running his fingers through his hair.
Suddenly his PMR beeped. Everyone froze on the spot. No one was laughing, no one was talking, no one was moving.
"Wait, but everyone's here" Archie said, counting the heads. "Except for…"
"Theresa!" Jay screamed on his PMR. He heard a thud, and everything blackened and became fuzzy.
He could hear a voice, though.
"Sorry" It said.
"Wait… I know that voice…" he said. He remembered his dream, and his "Sorry" before grabbing his red headed beauty while he stood and watched.
"no…NO!" he screamed, as he ran out the door, with no jacket, no sense, no idea, not even any shoes.
He just ran to what looked like before the line cut out not their video message, the park.
He ran, bumping into people he really didn't care who he bumped.
He didn't stop, not at one moment, not too take a breath, not to rest his aching legs, nothing.
He kept on running, with the image of his darling love that could be in serious danger. He somehow realized, that he was having, sort of like déjà vu, when he was running the previous times that week for her safety, although, he wished that the events that took place those past days were not the same.
He rounded the corner, as the park benches came into view. He ran faster and faster, and yet, it seemed it took forever to reach the park.
He shut his eyes, expecting the worst, her absence. "Please let her be there! Please!" he wished as he opened his eyes one by one, wishing, hoping he could see her, he couldn't live to know that she was in danger, once again. He just couldn't.
