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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
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.