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Leo's P.O.V.

No one could protest against the idea of food. None of us had eaten since the day before; unless you counted two or three bites of sleepy poisoned pancakes (I for one didn't; pancakes really don't fill you as it is).

We didn't speak much in the dining car, we simply sat in comfortable silence as we joyfully stuffed our faces. We ate quickly and contentedly before making our way back to our car with happy hearts and full stomachs. We settled into our slightly less spacious seats with comfortable sighs and groans. Demigods so rarely got proper meals outside of camp.

Most of us seemed to be pretty drowsy. We had only had enough money to have either meals for the rest of the trip or a bedding car for the same amount of time. The decision was obvious. Leann stretched, letting out a soft groan. "Ohhhh, niggaritis."

Nico stared at her with slight confusion. "What?"

Leann stared straight back. "Niggaritis. The sleepy feeling you get after eating too much." She shrugged. "I'm sure you've heard it before." The statement was disregarded as she let out a wild yawn, which quickly spread through the rest of us. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna get some sleep." With that, she slipped out of her shoes, pulled her legs onto her chair, tugged her rainbow elephant out of her bag and rested her head on the shoulder of the person next to her-me. Soon, she was snoozing.

Not long after, we began to drift asleep, one at a time. I was awake the longest. My mind was so full of thoughts, I thought I might stay up the whole night. However, eventually, sleep claimed me as well.

. . .

I was woken by quiet snickering. I couldn't remember what I was dreaming about...but I think it may have had something to do with pizza. I shifted in my seat with a slight groan. My legs felt like lead. Opening my eyes, I saw why.

The train bumping along the tracks-or possibly plain restlessness-had made Leann shift in her sleep. Her head was now resting comfortably in my lap. Her still face held furrowed eyebrows, closed eyes and a slightly parted mouth. I realized with slight surprise that when she slept (and wasn't having a seizure), she was pretty cute.

The snickering was coming from across the car, where Sage, Nico and Percy were glancing at the two of us, whispering and giggling. Nico looked a bit more uncomfortable than the other two. I wondered briefly if he and Leann had some sort of relationship. I felt an odd pang of pain in my chest at this thought.

This did nothing to help the slight blush I felt creeping into my cheeks. "What's so funny?" I demanded, trying not to let my voice shake, although it was slightly hoarse from disuse.

Percy seemed surprised that I was awake, but Sage spoke up in a mocking voice. "Oh, nothing."

I opened my mouth to question them further, but the train's intercom came on suddenly, interrupting me. "Attention passengers. In ten minutes, we will be making a brief stop in Kansas. Passengers will be asked to return to the train within five hours. Anyone who has not returned will be left. Repeating. In ten minutes..." The voice on the intercom echoed the instructions.

"Did they say Kansas? Like, Wizard of Oz or whatever?" This came from the still unmoving Leann, her voice sounding weary.

Nico stared at the girl, who still hadn't removed her head from my lap. "You're awake? Have you been awake all this time?"

Leann finally sat up with a loud exhale. "Uhg. To answer your question, yes." She shrugged at the expressions of everyone in the car, including myself, staring at her. "What can I say? Human flesh is more comfortable than pillows." She stretched, ignoring the new set of expressions being displayed. "We can, like, do stuff while we're in Kansas, right? We don't have to just sit around and do nothing while we wait for the train?"

Percy frowned. "I guess so..." I could tell from his expression and reluctant tone of voice that he didn't like the idea.

If Leann noticed, she didn't let on. She simply gave a brief nod. "Good. I wanted to go to the Quality Hill Playhouse."

"That sounds like something you'd name a whorehouse." Sage stated bluntly.

Leann glared at her. "I'll have you know that Quality Hill is a theater that allows talented musicians to sing songs from Broadway musicals. This year, they're doing songs from Les Miserables, Wicked, The Producers and Lion King, to name a few." She jutted her chin out at Sage as if to prove a point.

Sage rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever."

"And Nico's coming too!" Leann added. The stabbing pain in my chest returned at these words. I'm not sure if it was made better or worse by the fact that the news seemed new to Nico as well.

"I...I am?" Nico seemed flustered as he stared at Leann with a confused look on his face.

"Of course you are!" Leann chirped as if it should be obvious. "I'm certainly not going alone. And I figured you would mind less than any of the others." She frowned briefly. "Unless, of course, you'd rather not. I could always just..."

Nico shook his head as the train slowed to a stop. "No, it's fine. I just didn't expect it, I guess."

Leann nodded, a smile back on her face. "Good." She hopped to her feet. "So, let's go!"

"And what are the rest of us supposed to do?" Sage questioned irritably.

Leann blinked at her. "How should I know?"

Nico's P.O.V.

Oh gods, why did I agree to this?

Leann and I ended up walking through Kansas City together after the others split off to go take a tour of a nearby Harley Davidson motorcycle factory. I kept meaning to mention what I'd heard wen we were at the motel, but I couldn't work up the nerve, which really annoyed me, seeing as how I could scare ghosts away and kill hellhounds without batting an eye.

Once we got close to the place, Leann made us stop at a grimy public restroom so that she could change. She kept on complaining that her clothes were too crumpled and messy to go to a theater. I will never understand girl problems.

She emerged not too long after, wearing a short black dress ending in white lace with a large red cross down the middle. Low-heeled black ankle boots were worn over black and red striped leggings. She had brushed her hair into a high ponytail, on top of which sat a red bow.

Leann struck a pose. "So, on a scale of one to ten, how gorgeous do I look?"

I ignored the question and gave her an accusing look. "Why do you even have that with you?"

Leann offered a wink and a mischievous grin. "A girl's gotta be prepared for anything."

. . .

It didn't take too long after that to reach Quality Hill. Leann quickly ushered me inside once we got there, insisting that the show was about to start. She bought us tickets and in a second, we were in the theater, waiting for the show to start. Actually, I think I might have been waiting for it to end.

Leo's P.O.V.

We arrived at the Harley Davidson factory with me feeling like my head was going to burst from confusing emotions.

Every time I thought of Leann and Nico, I got this throbbing pain in my chest. The two of them got along really well, and Leann seemed to like him a lot. I don't know why that bothered me, but it did. It bothered me plenty. I shouldn't care. So why was it that all of this made me feel so...

"Hello, everyone! Thank you for choosing to take the tour of the Harley Davidson motorcycle factory. My name is Lottie, and I will be your tour guide!" A perky looking woman was standing in front of us. She had flaming red hair pulled into a ponytail and silvery gray eyes. Her pale skin was scarred...from factory accidents? She wore black pants and a white button-down shirt with low-heeled black shoes under a white coat. She was holding a clipboard and grinning widely.

"Uh, hi. I'm Percy, and these are Leo and Sage." Percy seemed uncomfortable.

"Will we get to ride a motorcycle?" Sage questioned, looking quite comfortable.

Lottie gave a short laugh. It sounded a bit irritated, as if she was tired of random tourists asking the same question. "Of course, dear. You'll just love that, won't you?" She turned and marched through the hall, letting us wonder what it was she meant by that. "Come along."

Lottie led us through the factory, pointing out what was done where, how it was done, how it helped the motorcycle, the history of the thing and a bunch of other stuff that I'm pretty sure no one really paid attention to. The whole time, she kept on saying weird things about us, particularly Sage's interest in the bikes. It was close to the end of the tour when Sage snapped.

"Alright, that's it. I'm done screwing around. What the hell do you keep talking about?!"

Lottie gave another irritated smile. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" She was drumming her long nails on her clipboard. A really uneasy feeling was beginning to settle over me.

"Look, lady, we don't mean any trouble. We just-" I was cut off by Lottie, who continued as if I hadn't spoken.

"Really, I'd expect as much from a dimwitted child of Ares, but experienced sons of Poseidon and Hephaestus should know better."

"How do you..."

Before I could finish my question, and even before Percy and Sage could draw their weapons, Lottie changed. Her body elongated and grew, tearing out of her clothes. Her skin was covered in white scales. Her red hair morphed into spikes down her back. Her face became more reptilian, and her eyes became more silver than gray. He body stretched out until she had to go down on all fours. Each foot ended in dangerously sharp talons. She smiled at us again with teeth that looked like razor blades.

"Die, demigods."

Ta-da! That's the end of this chapter! What?! I said I wouldn't end my chapters with fanged women anymore. That is totally not a fanged woman. Anyways, remember to review! Laterz!