Sorry for screwing up the update schedule I said I'd stick to, so here's three chapters! I hope you enjoy!
- ROC6
I can feel something's breath, warm and moist, against the back of my neck, feel the coolness of metal against my left arm. I can't twist my head around far enough to look at it, and my cell phone, which is my lying on the ground about five feet away, flew out of my hand on the impact. I close my eyes, preparing to die. Suddenly I have the stupidest thought, I didn't even get to have my ice cream. Somehow, this manages to make my impending doom even worse. I squeeze my eyes even tighter shut, because somehow that's a thing. I think about all of my great memories with Dad and my friends. I imagine what my life could've amounted to. A single tear, cool and clear, works it's way down my cheek. A small sob escapes my mouth before whatever is on top of me gets up.
"Up, now," a voice commands. A girl's, "Percy's distracting the telekhines, but only for a moment. There are more than two dozen after you thanks to your run through the city."
The girl has honey blond princess curls and stormy gray eyes. She has a bright orange t-shirt labeled CHB on, and some ratty denim shorts and sneakers. Normally I'd label her popular cheerleader bubblebrain, but right now I'm thinkin more like crazy lady.
In what I hope is a discreet way, I reach for my phone with my right hand and my wand with my dominant hand. Now to keep this bloody psychopath talking.
"What's a telekhine? Who are you? Who's Percy? Why were you on top of me?" I ask, my mouth doing my favorite thing, rapid fire mode,"Also, what is wrong with you? You bloody tackle me to the ground, then go acting like you went and saved my life!"
I'm trying to come up with a good spell to cast on the crazy girl when she yanks the wand and cell phone out of my hands and pulls me along.
"I'll explain on the way!" she yells at me, before muttering,"this kid's almost as bad as Seaweed Brain."
We run until we're at the entrance to a subway station, but instead of buying a ticket, she spends three minutes searching for a water fountain.
"I thought we were in a hurry," I comment.
"We are. Here, hold this button down, I need the spray to be constant," Crazy Girl the fishes through her pockets, muttering about needing a coin. She throws a golden coin in the air and mutters something in a language I've never heard before, yet somehow I recognize that it's ancient Greek, "Oh Fleecy, do me a solid, connect me to Chiron at the big house."
Suddenly, a mirage, or something like it, appears in front of us, showing us… Oh my God, it that a centaur playing pinochle? It's the top half of a man merged with the body of a horse, just like in my story books. Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder, a disgruntled looking man with an ugly Hawaiian shirt and a somewhat red, drunken looking face appears next to the centaur.
"Annabeth, why are you calling me? What do you need?" asks the centaur in a concerned way.
"It doesn't matter why she's calling, all that matters is that she interrupted my pinochle game!" cries the ugly guy.
The crazy girl, Annabeth, proceeds, completely ignoring Ugly Dude,"This girl, wait, girl, what's your name?"
"Cat."
"Alright, so Cat encountered a telekhine-"
"So the thing was a telekhine? What's that?"
"A monster. So Cat encountered a telekhine and started running through the city, and thankfully she ran past Percy-"
"Wait, who is Percy again?"
"That's not important right now. It's good she did because at the time she had attracted over two dozen-
"Wait, seriously? How are there that many in the city?"
"I'll explain later. So, Percy called me. He's off killing all the telekhines-"
"Wait, how? Those things are armored!"
Crazy Girl Annabeth loses her temper,"Cat, just stop interrupting! This is life and death!"
"No!" I shoot her my poison look.
"Cut it out! We save-"
"Annabeth, can we please hear why you're calling us?" asks the centaur dryly.
"Oh, sorry Chiron," she murmurs sheepishly. Wait, Chiron? Like the Chiron? Maybe I'm crazy, too,"So I'm taking her on the subway to Long Island. Please meet us there with the van."
"Can I say something now?" I ask innocently.
"What," she asks annoyedly.
"Why is Ugly Dude wearing such an ugly shirt with his ugly face?" I ask, genuinely curious.
Ugly Dude gets up and starts moving towards us, radiating power. Just then, Crazy Annabeth swipes her hand through the water spray, cutting the connection.
