Chapter 9

When I saw the broken figure in the giant's large, meaty hands, my mind went numbingly blank. Only one thought managed to pierce into my mind. How?

"This is what I call a hostage situation," the giant said to me, roaring with a triumphant look in his eye.

"You captured a dead person? Seriously?" I asked, wondering if that was possible.

"Yes, I did. I can also do this," he said, smiling at me.

He smacked her, a loud clapping sound echoing over the whole clearing.

I lunged towards Bianca, my fingers closing over her arm. For one moment, I thought that the giant had failed in whatever he had been trying to do.

Then the blessed moment of bewilderment passed.

"How am I touching you?" I asked her, completely forgetting about the deadly giant currently in the clearing.

It didn't seem I would be getting an answer from her, considering she was staring at the fingers I still had enclosed over her arm, her mouth equally as agape. For the moment, I was caught in the pure innocence she seemed to posses, a rare moment of awe.

Then the giant intervened again.

I heard him snap, the sharp CLICK crossing throughout the area.

And for the second time in my life, I knew pure panic. My fingers started to slip right through her arm.

I screamed out in anger. How dare he take her away from me! A million thoughts of anger ran through my mind.

I turned back towards the giant, the hideous and malevolent being somehow both causing me to both gain and lose a life.

I lunged. The claw on my right hand pierced right through the giants chest. Unlike the Gegenees, he was actually smart. I breathed in. He smelled of sea foam and brine.

Karkinos, the giant crab, in his human form. I smiled, ripping into his chest. Stupid monster. My smiled wavered. Guess I'm being a hypocrite. I wasn't exactly that smart or clever either, now that I think about it.

"How do bring her back?" I asked. If I can bring her back, I could probably bring back other people.

The stupid thing smiled at me. How dare he enjoy this!

"Ask the mistress!" he muttered into my face, his breath reeking of dead sea-food and past meals.

And with that, he crumpled.

Gaea? How am I supposed to ask her? And WHY would I?

A groan sounded from behind me. Bianca!

I turned, starting to sprint, covering the good 70 feet in around 8 seconds.

She lay there, clutching her chest, groaning from pain every few seconds.

"Are you O.K.?" I asked, kneeling towards her.

She bolted away, leaving a chilly gust in the wind. The fact that she was staring at me was not very suprising, considering what I had just done.

"What-what exactly are you?" she asked.

I looked away. I didn't need to see the accusing look in her face after I told her.

"A half-monster," I told her. "The half-blood son of Typhon."

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