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Chapter 3
Hercules
felt like he was tired to the back of a chariot by his arm and was being yanked
along with the chariot at full sped.
Only he couldn't see, smell, hear, or taste. There was no wind rushing through his hair
and making a roaring sound in his ears.
There was only a peculiar tickling sensation and the sickly knowledge that
he really blew it this time.
One moment
Hercules was soaring through this black hole, the next moment he was standing
in an alley. Beside him was Iolaus. Hercules turned to his best friend and their
eyes communicated one thought: 'Whoa.'
"Well,
Herc, you got us into this, so what do we do now?" Hercules did not answer Iolaus. He was too busily studying the white flakes
that were gently falling from the sky.
"Iolaus,
I'm not sure where we are, but whatever this place is, it's snowing here." Iolaus did a double take,
"Snow?" Hercules nodded,
"Yeah. You know how you and me always said that one
day we'd travel someplace where it snowed, just so we could see it? Well, here we are." Hercules was amused to see Iolaus proceeding
to jump around with his tongue stuck out, trying to catch some of the
flakes. "I'm not so sure you should
believe those stories we heard about snow being edible." But Iolaus didn't listen. Hercules shivered and pulled his jacket
closer. Wait a minute—jacket? Hercules looked down at his attire in
shock. In the place of his leather
pants, boots, and quiet tan woven vest was something entirely different.
(bare with me, we're going into another one
of those descriptive things. If this
bores you, just skip ahead until the plot picks up again.) He was wearing a dark green shirt of a
foreign material (he would later find out that it was called "flannel") and
soft brown pants that were being held up by two weird black stretchy things
with metal clasps. The jacket that he
still clutched with one fist was dark blue.
On his head rested a grey hat that was somewhat scratchy to his
touch.
A glimpse
to the side revealed that Iolaus had stopped chasing after snowflakes and begun
examining his own clothing change. His
miss-match vest of mainly blue plus yellow and red, brown leather pants, and
tan boots were gone, substituted for with clothing similar to Hercules'. Only his hat was brown, shirt dark blue, and
jacket black. "Herc, what's with the new
clothes?"
"When you
figure it out, tell me." (they later would figure it out—the orb contained
powers that allowed the beings it transported to blend with their new
surroundings, including changing their clothes, exchanging any money they had
on them to fit with the time, allowing them to understand/speak the country's
language, etc.) Hercules stiffened and
peered out of the alley. "One thing is
certain. We're in a city." He ushered Iolaus out of the alley and they
made their way through the streets, gawking at everything they saw.
Not even Athens
was this big, not to mention all the new inventions…enough to boggle the
mind. It was after walking down the
streets for awhile and receiving many disapproving glares and comments that
Hercules and Iolaus realized that in this place, they needed shorter hair. (I'm
sorry YH/Ryan/Dean fans, I love these two as much as you do, just in the early
1900's, Iolaus' hair in particular would not be found on a guy. Besides, these two already have shorter hair
in real life, and I've heard much praise for their chopped locks…then ryan had
to go and shave it…waahh!! *ahem* k yes
I'm finished) They found a shop in
which they saw people getting their hair cut.
With the new currency in their pockets, they strode into the barber
shop.
A half an
hour later, the two cadets emerged, Iolaus' curls restricted to the top of his
head. (YH fans—You know what Dean's hair looks like now? Like that.
Newsies fans—like Dave's hair, only a tad or two shorter and dirty
blonde) Hercules' somewhat shaggy
hair had been clipped to stay out of his face.
(if any of you have seen Remember
the Titans, or Ryan pics from RTT, his hair is like that. For those of you who saw the movie but don't
know Ryan, he is the one who played Alan Bosley, the guy who couldn't play
football…but we love him anyway.)
All of a sudden, Hercules thought he heard his name being spoken. Sure enough, two girls approximately his and
Iolaus' age were walking by, one with a large book tucked under her arm.
"…Hercules
and Iolaus. I've already told you about
Hercules—Iolaus was his best friend.
Together, they did many great things for the world, or so the legends
say…" Hercules was not able to hear more
as the girls disappeared into the crowd.
Mind racing, Hercules turned to a delighted Iolaus.
"Herc, did
you hear that? We're famous here, no,
we're legends! Girls love legends! C'mon, we've gotta go find them!" Without waiting for his fellow cadet's
answer, Iolaus began to dash off after the two girls. Hercules reached out and dragged a struggling
Iolaus back to where he was standing.
"No, we
can't do that." Iolaus' eyes widened,
"What! Why?
C'mon Herc, you heard what the one said, they'll be all over us, we're
legends!" he pleaded.
"Exactly. It isn't right to exhort something like
legendary stature for personal gain.
Besides, I think I figured out what happened, so would you just listen
to me for a minute?" Grumbling, Iolaus
complied. "Good. Okay, now, this is what happened. We're not in a different world, we're in a
different time. The orb I touched must
have been the Orb of Olympus, the one I've told you about. My mom used to tell me stories of its power
when I was a child. Anyway, in this
time, you are I aren't alive anymore. At
least, we're not supposed to be. We
can't go around saying that we're Hercules and Iolaus, no one will ever believe
us. Even if we manage to convince a few
people, who knows what might happen if the word spreads." With one last dejected look in the direction
of the departed girls, Iolaus sighed and agreed with Hercules.
"Fine. But we're going to need different names,
then." The ex-thief gazed expectantly at
the half-god. "Well?"
"I'm
working on it," answered Hercules.
Forehead wrinkling, Hercules leaned over and picked up a fallen piece of
newspaper off the ground. The Obituary
Section stared back at him. "Here's some
names. Let's pick two. Why don't I be…Ryan and you'll be…Dean. (hehe…I
had to do that. It was too tempting, the
perfect situation. Oh yeah, for those of
you who don't know, or haven't figured it out already—this part applied mainly
to newsies fans, I'm guessing—the actor who played Hercules was Ryan Gosling
and the actor who played Iolaus was Dean O'Gorman.) Iolaus accepted the name change,
"Alright…Ryan." He and Hercules laughed.
"You can
call me Hercules when we're alone."
"Ok. So what now?"
"Umm…I
don't know."
"Can we go
after those girls, Herc, please?"
"Iolaus! No!"
"C'mon, why
not? I'm not gonna tell them who we
really are! And besides, they were
wearing clothes that looked a lot like ours.
In case you haven't noticed, not everyone here is wearing these kind of
clothes. They might be able to help
us!" Hercules debated with himself for a
moment or two, chewing the inside of his check.
Finally, he gave in.
"Oh,
alright."
"Yes!" Iolaus pumped his first in the air. The two cadets then headed, unbeknownst to
them, straight for the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House.
