Hello faithful viewers! I am sooo soooo soooooo sorry for not updating in what feels like months... well anyways thank you for staying strong, thank you for the faves follows and reviews. I LOVE YOU ALL! Now promise me this before I start, if The Blood of Olympus is another Allegiant ending that someone out there will help me slap Uncle Rick in the face. That ending was just horrid. Sorry Veronica Roth, but it's true. Well love to all, now story time.
Alison's POV (YAY MORE TARTARUS SUPRISES!)
Seconds after the Arai fled, Bob unfroze looking dazed and confused.
"Where did mean old hag lady things go?" He asked me, running his fingers through his silvery hair. I looked up to him curiously.
"You... mean... didn't... what?" Was my very confusing reply, than I took a deep breath trying to clear my head, and straightened out my reply, "You mean you didn't just hear that whole conversation?" Bob shook his head furiously, I was about to say more, but then I got a cold feeling of breathing down my neck, like a two year old decided that messing with the thermostat was cool. I cautiously turned to look behind me, no one was there.
Ah demigod, how clueless you are! Come to me, you shall play an excellent piece in my escape. I have been down here so long, it is the least you could do for me. A raspy voice called out in my head, causing me to press my fingers to my temples trying to drown it out.
"What's wrong with Alison?" Bob asked.
"Nothing." I grunted, "Just a headache."
If I consume you, you could avoid your fate, you wouldn't have to die in front of your family, it would just make everything so much more... what's the word? The voice cooed.
Easier. I spat back, I will not betray my friends for someone... or something I don't even know. The voice was silent, I smirked, than turned to Bob.
"How far?" I quizzed, wanting as any sane person would; to get out of this pit of death as soon as possible.
"We are half way." Bob replied, picking up the laptop I had asked him to carry, I had for some reason thought it would be useful. I sighed, and pulled the laptop away from Bob deciding to see if it could do anything useful. When I flipped the top off, and pushed the power button, a bunch of different apps appeared.
"Whoa." I whispered in amazement, as my face was lighten up by the eerie glow the computer cast in the red tinted landscape. Quickly I scrolled through the apps, finding that someone had downloaded sims city. C'mon, I thought desperately, there has to be an app for it. Finally I found what I was looking for. It was a green square with a white phone emblazed in the middle, I hesitated on pushing the app, would I even get reception in Tartarus. After much mental face palms, and deductive reasoning; I came to the conclusion that it was worth a try.
RING, the shrill noise echoed over the hills. Well... maybe it wasn't the best idea, but if I could just get one call in, I thought to myself, as the next ring echoed in my ears. Than there was a few moments of silence.
"Hello?" I asked, my voice scrappy from the lack of hydration.
"ALISON!" Someone half screamed on the other end.
"Are you trying to get me killed." I snapped back.
"Oh umm, sorry." The voice replied, I took a deep breath, and exhaled through my nose.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Oh this is Connor Stoll." He replied.
"Could you put Chiron on?" I asked, my voice sounding urgent. There was now a new voice in the background.
"Connor, the Ares kids are covered in pink fluff, and running around wild, you have to come see this." Crap, I'm gonna loose him.
"Connor, Connor, CONNOR?" I yelled into the tablet, and was replied with the sound of the phone hitting the floor. I am so totally getting him back for this later, I thought to myself, as I punched the ground angrily.
"What did the ground do to you?" Bob asked, stroking his chin, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"It was an accomplice to the Stoll brothers." I replied, still slightly laughing.
"Oh, than we will have to arrest the ground." Bob said blankly, trying to grab as much black glass as possible.
"Bob..." I started but was interrupted by the voice back inside my head.
Typhoeus.
What!? I growled back.
You asked me my name child, my name is Typhoeus, and I shall feast on your flesh.
DUN DUN DUN! Okay, so I had to do a little bit of research to find the right greek legend to throw at our dear Alison, so if you wish to spoil your surprise you may research the monster. HEHEHEHEH, I am so evil, this is going to be fun to write, CLIFFIE! Tell me if you want a camp or Tartarus chappie next, and tell me if you want Eric, Percy, or Annabeth's for camp, there really is no choice for Tartarus unless you want me to try Bob's but I wouldn't be good at writing a childish POV. Well Mandy0817 out!