Hello peoples!
Sorry I was late! I'm on spring break which means I should be writing MORE, but instead I find myself unmotivated to do...well, anything.
So, yeah. As you will notice, this is 'Part Two'. A lot of this part will be Zack's PoV or eidolon-Lena 3rd person PoV.
I'm really excited to write evil-Lena. Heeheeheehee!
I know my chapters are shorter now. Sorry!
So, just cuz I feel like telling you guys, I had a job interview today! My first. Just a summer job. I'm only a freshman. (My birthday is coming up though! Real soon! Excited! For security purposes I'm not disclosing the actual date.)
So, hopefully I get the job! It's just a concessions/admissions job at my city's pool. But still! Pay is pay! :D
Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter! :D
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PART TWO
CHAPTER NINE
Zack's PoV
"Hazel, please tell me you know where she is." I pleaded, looking into the IM.
Hazel sighed. "I'm sorry, Zack. She left yesterday and IM'ed me the same time she IM'ed you. Other than that, I don't know. Why are you so worried?"
Looking away, I responded. "I had a dream, Hazel. A demigod dream. Or nightmare, rather. It was Lena. Something was wrong with her. She...she had gold eyes." I looked up, my eyes pleading. My heart breaking when I saw the distress on Hazel's face. "That's crazy, right?" I asked desperately.
She looked upwards, muttering a prayer to some Roman god. "I'm afraid not, Zack. Lena's in trouble."
"How much?"
She swallowed. "A lot."
That's when I finally found out what Lena was hiding.
"An eidolon possession. Are you serious? Oh gods, you're serious. Lena is freaking possessed. Why is it always Lena."
Hazel cringed. "This actually has more to do with her father. This particular eidolon has a personal vendetta against him."
"But he's dead." I insisted.
"Eidolons can be, well, possessive. In more ways than one. This eidolon was forced to never return to it's host, Percy. That left an obvious loophole that we didn't exactly consider way back then."
"It couldn't have Percy, so it went after his daughter. Lena." I dropped my head into my hands, and then picked it back up again. "This is what she was hiding?"
"She didn't know what was going on until she came here. She had been having nightmares and memory blocks and-"
"Memory blocks?"
Hazel nodded, not meeting my eyes. "Yes. She didn't want you to worry, Zack."
"Like hell!" I spat.
Hazels shoulders sagged, and you could practically feel the weight of her years, of all the things she had seen and gone through. "She was scared, Zack, so she defaulted to her factory setting. Running. She ran, Zack. It's what she does. That'll wear off eventually, it'll just take time."
"How do you know?"
Her eyes locked with mine and her shoulders sagged even deeper. "Because I know what it feels like to be scared. All of us do. Her parents did, too. Running seems easier at first, but it gets tiring. She'll stop, and you need to be there when she does."
"I will, but first I need to find her." I paused. "Hazel, I'm coming to you. We need to find out what...not-Lena will do."
"How do you intend to get here?"
"Plane."
"You have enough money for a plane just lying around."
"No." I smirked. "But Lena does, or rather, Lena's old aliases do. She kept her old credit cards. Thought I didn't know."
"Aren't those cards loaded with cash Lena obtained, uh, illegally?"
I flinched. "Well, yes. But I let her think I thought she destroyed them because I knew they could come in handy."
"And Lena didn't take them with her?"
"Unfortunately, Lena took some of them, but not all. Good news, we can use the aliases to track her if we can find someone good with a computer."
"How much cash does she have?"
"I don't know, and considering how she obtained it, I'm not sure I want to. I'll get the soonest flight out. I'll see you soon, Hazel. Thanks for everything."
"No problem, Zack."
I slashed away the IM. Taking a deep breath I walked out of the shower, where I had managed to create a makeshift rainbow, dousing the bathroom in the process.
I went into the kitchen where Lena's laptop sat on the counter. I opened up the internet and went to the airport website. The airport was near minuscule, but it had planes that could take me to California.
The flight was to leave in an hour. I had to burn through two of Lena's credit cards to buy it.
I grabbed the remaining two cards, my bag of clothes and supplies, and my weapons. Swiftly, I strided out the door.
"I'm coming, Lena."
A girl with black hair and gold eyes kneeled down in front of an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. She reached into her bad, examining its contents.
She picked up a gun and opened it to look at the bullets inside, which were a mixture of standard bullet material and a strange bronze color. She smiled. "A kill-all weapon. Not bad, baby Jackson."
Get out of her!
The gold-eyed girl snarled. There were some downsides to taking a descendant of Poseidon.
The girl stood, looking into the large open doors of the abandoned building. "Will you shut up?" In it was a black Pegasus, completely restrained by old, but strong, ropes. "Your voice gives me a migraine. I already have to deal with baby Jackson thumping around in my host mind, I don't need some rickety old horse with wings in there, too."
I'm not old! And you'll never get away with this.
The girl laughed, it was a cruel sound. Now, the girl who typically controlled the body was known to have a cold laugh, but this was different. There was no sarcasm. No sign that there was any ounce of good in the body. This sound was the laugh of someone with no conscience, no soul, if one believed in such a thing.
"Here's the thing, you smelly, ignorant, grotesque being: We already have."
What are you talking about?
"Like I would tell you, you miserable excuse for a monster."
I'll take that as a compliment.
"Just know, by the time you even have a clue what's going on, you're all already damned. And I'll enjoy watching you all fall to hell."
The girl walked away as the pegasus struggled against his restraints.
Why now? Why did you take her now?
"Not like I wanted to wait," the girl told the beast. "The girl's mind was practically calloused after her stint with the Memory Monster. It was freaking crowded in there. Besides, it wasn't fair. I was there long before he was. The daughter of Percy Jackson," the name was said with an extreme amount of malice, "was mine."
The horse huffed, annoyed. Well, apparently it didn't catch the memo that you called dibbs.
The girl narrowed her gold eyes. "I will kill you. And I'll enjoy it."
Then why haven't you?
The girl opened her mouth, only to shut it with a painful cringe. The gun, which was still in her hand, fell to the ground. Her hands shook, and her head ached. There was a pressure in her head, a fight for control, one the eidolon in the body wasn't used to. Although, the eidolon managed to stifle the presence in its host. At least for now.
But the eidolon was troubled. It would be much easier to just kill the winged monstrosity, but the host was preventing her.
What it had told the pegasus was true. The girl's mind was strengthened after being attacked by the Memory Monster. It made her resistant in a way no host, not even Percy Jackson, could.
It was sickening.
The gold-eyed girl looked back at the still-living pegasus and snarled. The fact that it was still alive was a show of weakness. Stiffly, she walked out, grabbing her bag on the way.
Her destination didn't stray from her hosts. She still intended to go to Camp Half-Blood. 'Why, that was where the party was!' she thought menacingly.
She gingerly touched her head as she felt the resisting force return.
"Oh, quiet down. We'll get there," she muttered, smiling down at the gun in her hand. "We just have to make a few stops first."
Bababaaaa (ominous music). ;)
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