Heh… heh…
Please don't hurt me?
I AM SO SORRY
NO apologies can explain with words my remorse.
I am a stupid stupid stupid girl.
Keep reading? PLEASE?
Here's your next chapter. Read it if you still have faith. It involves a MAKEOVER!
DISCLAIMER: If I actually owned the series I might update more. I AM STILL SORRY
Ok, I'll start writing now…
We poofed away in a cloud of pink smoke. I looked around at our—my, Aphrodite disappeared the moment we got here—surroundings. There was a salon/spa/TORTURE style chair sitting in the center of the room. No mirror in front of it, so there was no way I could see what the Bi—I'm sorry, GODDESS, was doing to me until it was too late.
Great.
I took another look around, and saw that the chair was literally the only thing in the room.
NO doors, NO windows, NO nothing.
Was she going to kill me? Trap me here for eternity, with the whole makeover thing being a pretense? So Drew could have Nico for herself—
What? What do I care? If Drew is in love with Nico… So be it. I am a huntress. Why should I care? I don't care.
Which does not explain this aching in my stomach at the thought of them together.
In the stress of my almost-epiphany I accidentally sat down in the weird-chair-mabobber.
BAD DECISION.
The moment my butt hit the molded seat, chains wrapped themselves around my wrists and ankles, keeping me stuck to the chair.
Aphrodite poofed back into the room and ignored me completely.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME—"
Aphrodite waved her braceletted wrist, and wracks of designer looking clothing appeared lined up against the walls.
"—ARE YOU GOING TO HURT ME? YOU DON'T WANT ARTEMIS AFTER YOU—"
She nodded at the walls and made doors appear, and changed the wall paper to an eye murdering fluorescent pink.
"—HAVE YOU GONE MAD? I'M ON A QUEST! ISN'T THERE SOME RULE AGAINST CAPTURING HEROES WHILE THEY'RE ON QUESTS?"
Aphrodite finally turned around and looked at me. It was a simpering look, filled with pity.
She turned back to what she was doing.
I gave up, and resigned myself to glaring at Aphrodite while she buzzed around, "beautifying" my torture chambers.
When she was finally done with the room, she turned around and tsked about something under her breath.
"… longer hair, that choppy hairstyle is simply not fit for a girl with such potential beauty…"
I snapped up. Or at least, I snapped up as much as someone tied to a chair could. So this makeover thing is the real deal, and she not holding me captive to get Nico for Drew. The sore pain in my stomach disappeared. Nico is safe from Drew…
What do I mean, safe? WHAT'S HAPPENEING TO ME? Am I going soft? Am I crazy? Am I falling in Lo—
"Well, time to get started with your MAKEOVER!" She sing-songed the word makeover.
"Umm… do I have any say in this?" I asked, hoping she'd respond.
"Of COURSE not, dear! That's why you'll be knocked out for the whole thing!"
"WHAT?" I cried, hoping it was a joke. Please be kidding, please be kidding please be kidding…
"You would fight and be resistant, and yell, and that kind of stress is AWFUL for the stylists!"
My mouth fell open, and I couldn't remember if I was even capable of shutting it. She was going to knock me out! Can I bargain with the psycho glitter bitch…
"Is there any other way—"
"Nope!" exclaimed Aphrodite excitedly.
A nymph walked into the room, holding a syringe on a little cushion.
Aphrodite held it up to the light, and frowned at the greyish liquid. She squinted at it, and with a little POP the liquid was pink. She smiled in satisfaction, and put it back on the pillow.
The nymph slowly glided over to me, with an unearthly grace, and instructed me in a sugary voice to count back from ten.
I thrashed around, but I couldn't evade the needle. It poked into my arm, and I flinched.
I was getting so cold…
10
9
8
7
6
5—
I woke up with a burning in my scalp. I wasn't bound to anything anymore, and I could move, I opened my eyes to see Aphrodite and a host of people I had never seen before standing over me, all wearing pimped out surgical scrubs. Aphrodite's were the pinkest and sparkleist of them all.
I was lying on a table, and I sat up and groaned. Aphrodite gave me her elbow, and I let her, because even though I had a fragment of pride left, it would be destroyed even further if I tripped and fell on my face in the high heeled death traps that I were sure would be on my feet once I steppes off this table.
I gingerly put a foot down, and discovered the shoes I was wearing were quite comfortable! I looked at the foot on the floor and sure enough, I saw a pair of converse! YES! They were brand new, and though they weren't my signature scuffed up black pair, they were the bright blue of the eyes I share with my father, they were a welcome sight before I saw what the rest of me looked like. It was sure to be much less pleasant then my comfy-sneaker clad feet.
I put my other foot down and stood up, still clutching Aphrodite's elbow, I walked over to a full length mirror now adorning one of the neon pink walls. I have honestly had enough pink in this one afternoon than I need to have on my whole life.
I closed my eyes as I came to the mirror, mentally preparing myself for the revulsion that was to come.
I opened my eyes…
A blue clad stranger was standing in front of me.
My piercing eyes were made soft and laughing by artfully applied make-up.
My lips were fuller than I had ever seen them, and a sprinkle of freckles that were usually close to invisible graced my sky high cheekbones.
And my hair! Extensions? I don't know, but dark ringlets curled around my shoulders and made my usually long severe face round in a way I had never seen before.
They had given me plastic surgery, I concluded from a careful study of my face.
I had never even been slightly appealing in any way at all before, and now, this creepy Thalia in the mirror was crazy-pretty in a down to earth way.
Un-attainable without divine intervention for anyone. I chuckled at my little joke, and then went to appraise the rest of me.
I was wearing a gauzy dress, with hundreds of shades of soft to neon blue, over carefully ripped black tights. The dress itself was tight on top, with a fitted looking bodice - bodice? Is that even a thing? How do I know this fancy talk?—going straight into the breezy tool skirt. The converse where at the bottom of my long looking legs, and a silver necklace and a silver beanie sitting on top of my pile of gorgeous—gorgeous is not a word I would normally use at all…- black curls.
I SO had gone under the knife.
Even I had to admit I looked great though…
Aphrodite interrupted my musings, with a brisk "Now that you look fabulous," a few skinny jean sporting men agreed by nodding enthusiastically, " You should return to your silly quest!"
Aphrodite put a hand on my shoulder , and transported us to the back of the van Drew was driving.
Nico, sitting in the passenger's seat was practically roaring at Drew to find me.
That gave me this sense of closure and satisfaction that completely confused some sensible part of me, somewhere in the unaffected un-crazy area of my brain.
"Hey guys, what did I miss?"
CLIFFY!
And the best part is, I can't update for a month! I'm going to Camp Half-Blood. Sorry Guys. Reviews give me inspiration and make me happy…
