Hello, my little sushi rolls! New Chapter! The second chapter is almost ready, editing is underway! Also, Allison, one of the authors of this fanfiction has an account! She used her character in this stories name xD It is AllisonSong. Thanks to AllisonSong and HazelHunterofArtemis for writing with me!
Jasmine Snyder
Jasmine, Saya, and Allison met at the bus stop, yawning.
"Bleh" Allison said tiredly.
"This is TOO EARLY to even be freaking awake," Saya agreed.
Jasmine nodded, keeping a finger on the bismuth charm dangling from her necklace.
The insultingly yellow bus screeched to a halt in front of them.
"Just another day in Tartarus," Saya groaned as they marched on, single file, and took seats in the very front, Allison behind Saya
"At least they don't have Arachne after you," Tully piped up from the seat directly behind Jasmine.
"Oh, shut up. I bet you watched the movies," Allison accused: the ultimate insult. They all wished that Tully didn't ride the bus. He tried to be cool by making fandom references, but it just wasn't funny.
Tully started laughing like a goat.
"Shut up, I want to sleep. You sound like a suffocating satyr." Saya jokingly -or maybe not jokingly- told him. Tully looked extremely humiliated by this, strangely.
Jasmine squinted at the bus driver. It may have just been a smudge in her glasses, but something looked different about him. He might've been a monster, but he hadn't attacked yet, and it could have been a sub.
Tully was sniffing the air like some weirdo. Jasmine raised an eyebrow at him. She suspected he wasn't quite human either. Her grip tightened on her necklace so much that the tips of her fingers turned white. Something was definitely wrong about this bus ride. "Chill," she muttered to herself under her breath. "It's just that creepy video. "
Yesterday, Saya had been texted the link to a conspiracy theory YouTube video. The number was anonymous, and when she tried to reply, the texts simply bounced back to her. She had shared it with Jasmine and Allison in the FANGIRLS group chat, and the other two girls were fascinated and creeped out at the same time.
The video had started with the YouTuber, Shane Dawson, talking about a Twitter account, strayedaway, owned by someone named Ty. Ty had received a voicemail that consisted of Nato phonetic alphabet, and spelled the message:
"DANGER SOS IT IS DIRE FOR YOU TO EVACUATE BE CAUTIOUS THEY ARE NOT HUMAN 42933964230 SOS DANGER SOS"
The random numbers were coordinates that were conveniently located near where the Malaysia Flight 370 lost contact with the world. It had disappeared, along with 239 people on it. Ty suddenly started to receive text messages in different languages and Morse Code saying that someone, or something, was going to take over on April 18th, 2018.
Of course, they had all laughed about it, figuring that it was just a bunch of bullcrap because conspiracy theories were usually just that. Still, it had been scary and left all of their nerves frayed.
Suddenly, the bus came to a sudden stop. Allison's iPod flew out of her hand, the interactive screech owl lock screen going crazy. Saya snatched it out of the air and handed it to her.
Jasmine looked out the window and raised an eyebrow yet again. That was her go-to expression when something seemed fishy. One morning, when Allison was sick and Saya was carpooling, she had memorized all of the bus stops. This dark alley wasn't one of them.
The bus driver turned around, and Jasmine suddenly realized that she had been right: there was something sketchy about this bus driver. On his face, there was only one red, bloodshot eye. How could she had been so stupid? Tully was a satyr, and the bus driver did look different. He was a monster.
"What the flipping TARTARUS?" Saya blared.
Allison had no comment, simply staring at the cyclops in terror. A club made of a tree branch seemed to appear in Tully's hand, but Saya was quicker. She lunged toward the button to open the bus doors, jumping around the Cyclops like a football player. Its meaty hands closed around her neck, choking her. She kicked at the Cyclops soft spot, attempting to escape his grasp. The cyclops looked like it was in pain, but he only tightened his grip.
Jasmine tore the charm off from the braided cord around her neck. Suddenly, she was holding a black pistol with an orange tip at the muzzle.
"What can you do with that?" Allison asked. "That couldn't kill a squirrel!"
"No, but this one can kill a monster." She squeezed the trigger, and instead of the normal green plastic pellets, a small but lethal bronze metal bullet shot out. The cyclops exploded into yellow monster dust. Saya crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. Red handprints encircled her pale neck.
"Everyone get out the bus!" Allison yelled. She and Jasmine helped Saya up and out of the bus. Everyone on the bus followed them.
"Sorry, guys. That was probably my fault," Jasmine admitted.
"What?" Tully asked.
"I've known I was the daughter of Hecate for a long time. I guess I just led the monsters straight to us. I guess you're the satyr of Evergreen?" Evergreen was the big middle school that took all the GT/AIG kids in Raleigh.
"Yeah."
"Then why did the cyclops grab Saya if you're the demigod?" Allison asked.
"You're all demigods," Tully told them. "You smell like quesadillas, with a hint of tomatillo sauce and chocolate."
"That," Saya held up one finger like a teacher giving a lesson, "is weird."
"What do we do now?" Jasmine questioned. "We can hardly go to school, after killing the bus driver."
"You didn't kill the bus driver. You killed a monster." Saya pointed out.
"The mortals saw me pull a gun on the poor, innocent bus driver, and shoot them. I can see through and with the Mist at will. It's a Hecate thing."
"Can you manipulate it?" Saya inquired.
"Occasionally."
"Would have been useful if you'd done it then," Allison said, annoyed.
"Too busy saving y'all's lives. And back to my previous question: What do we do now?"
"We have to get to Camp Half-Blood," Tully said firmly.
"Yeah, but how?" Jasmine demanded.
"Thank the gods none of you are children of Poseidon. We can fly."
"Even if we were able to fly there, what would we tell our parents?" Jasmine wondered.
"Nothing," Saya suggested. "They probably already know we're demigods."
"Sounds good, but we have no money," Allison pointed out.
"I can fix that." Jasmine grinned evilly. She seemed to conjure four plane tickets out of thin air, but when the demigods looked at them closely, they flickered, and for a second they appeared to be blank sheets of notebook paper.
"That's illegal!" Saya protested.
"Is it though? I doubt it says in any law 'thou shalt not create four plane tickets out of magic'. I bet they'll be too embarrassed to call the cops," Jasmine smirked.
"So, we're four minors traveling with only backpacks. How do we explain that?" Tully challenged.
"Whoever said we were traveling alone?" Jasmine asked. A bald man with a grayish beard wearing a suit appeared beside her. Saya and Allison recognized him as Jasmine's dad.
"Is that a mistform?" Saya realized.
"Exactly. It took lots of practice to figure out how to create one, but I've got it."
"What's a mistform?" Allison asked.
"It's a person made of the Mist. Did you ever read Son of Magic, the short story by Rick Riordan's son?" Saya challenged humorously. "I thought you were a fangirl!"
Allison held her hands up. "Okay, okay." She typed in the password to her iPod. "I need to call the loony bin."
Tully slapped the device out of her hand. It fell to the sidewalk, and it was a miracle the screen didn't crack. "No phones."
"It's just an iPod!" Allison protested.
Saya shook her head, which she immediately appeared to regret because of her aching neck. "It's anything that connects to the Internet."
A random kid called an Uber for everyone. The ubers arrived quickly. None were blue with pegasus hoofprints, unfortunately. They got in a red Prius, and Jasmine made the mistform of her father tell the driver to go to the airport.
The radio was stuck playing "Young Volcanoes" by Fall Out Boy in a loop. Jasmine gritted her teeth. She didn't particularly dislike that song, but it got annoying by the thirteenth time. She would have requested to change the station, but she was too focused on keeping the mistform in existence.
By the twenty-fifth repetition, the mistform disappeared with a pop! The driver nodded and smiled into the rearview mirror. On the palm of his hand was a blue eye.
"What the actual Hades?" Jasmine demanded. "That mistform was hard to create!" Then, she slumped in her chair. It was all she could do to keep her eyes open.
"Argus?" Saya exclaimed. This was their first spark of good luck all day.
He nodded but didn't speak. They stopped at the airport and all got out of the car. Strangely, nobody looked twice at Argus's many eyes.
"Are you using the Mist?" Saya inquired, glancing at Jasmine.
"Nope. Remember Alex Fierro's famous words?"
"Flaunt the weird," they all chorused.
"FLAUNT IT Y'ALL" Saya screamed. That got some looks from people, but they knew that true fangirls wouldn't give a Hoover Dam, and everyone else's opinion didn't matter to her at all, and never would on the subject of geeking out.
I hope you all enjoyed! I don't have anything else to say. Goodbye, my little sushi rolls!