Hey. GUYS! You are all amazing. Whoever is reading, I'm thankful. I'm hoping someday to have at least 25 complete chapters with the entire story. I'm so EXCITED for Blood of Olympus. It's so close, yet so far... After it comes out, I'm going to release another series. YAY! Anyways, here it goes. ENJOY! "ENJOY!" I have decided, will be my catchphrase I say before each chapter. Well, please do so. Oh, sorry for not updating in a while...more on that after the story.

Disclaimer: I wish I did, but I don't own PJO or HoO. Nor do I own the Harley motorcycle mentioned...oh, Star Trek too...


V
Jane

Nightmares. Dreams. I didn't know which was which anymore.

The most seemingly normal dream I had began in Central Park. A place that I used to think was peaceful, and it was, until the monster attack. It was spring, judging by the fact people were enjoying strolls through the bright green grass, picnics, and flying kites, and the fact that the grass and flowers were still blooming. I looked around, and though I knew it was a dream, it looked and felt real. The skyscrapers I could see in the distance had the details I'd expect them to have, the bright sun still blinded me if I looked at it, the people still talked, all of which is unusual for dreams to have all together, at least, from what I know.

I glanced around, trying to find something to give me a clue why I was here. I didn't see any reasons, until my eyes rested upon a familiar little girl. She had platinum blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and pale skin. I recognized her instantly.

Sydney.

Well, Sydney whenever she was four. I frowned. That still did not explain why I was here. I glanced around, seeing nothing unusual, simply Sydney sitting with a man who had the same blond hair and blue eyes, except that this man had a natural tan. Obviously he was her father, but I saw nothing strange with him. As I was beginning to decide to look around, my dream shifted.

Now it took a darker tone.


I was standing in a dark apartment. Who's it was, I wasn't sure at first, but I knew it seemed familiar. I then knew who's because I saw my mother holding a newborn.

Her dark blonde hair was in a messy bun, and her blue eyes were rested upon the sleeping baby in her arms. She wore a white tee shirt, with red plaid pajama pants. She smiled at the newborn, which I guessed, no, knew was me. I turned my head slightly, wondering how I recognized the apartment if I was that young whenever we lived there, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a man in front of my mother.

She jumped, but immediately bobbed slightly to keep (baby) me asleep.

My mother whispered, "N-"

Then I made my dreams change.


Now I was in Camp Half-Blood. On the hill, I saw a girl.

She had fair skin, and dark blonde hair. Considering I was so far away, I could gather that about her appearance. She didn't move. It was as if she was frozen in time.

I ran up to her, calling out, "Hey!"

She turned to me, and it was at that moment I realized she could hear me. She knew I was there. When I was closer, I noticed her ocean blue eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but as soon as I tried to touch her, she bolted away. I ran after her, chasing her. I then noticed I wasn't in Camp Half-Blood, but now I was chasing her through Manhattan. I dodged through people, knocked over a few trash bins, and nearly hit a pole once, but I did this for nothing, as I had lost her.

I assessed my situation, and decided I would just leave her alone. Whoever she was, she apparently didn't want to be near me.

I sighed, and my dreams shifted before I had the chance to even think about anything else.


It was about seven in the afternoon, but it was already sundown.

There was a rundown motel on the outskirts of Manhattan. I remembered this motel for multiple reasons, all of which I didn't want to relive or retell. Contrary to what I wanted, I knew I was here for a good reason. I walked inside, to the front desk. I looked around at everyone, some who were about to check in, others waiting there for someone, and some just talking. I looked over to see on a certain sofa they were there.

Well, more like us.

Sydney and I couldn't have been more than thirteen... Two years ago. We looked tired, and I knew we were there because we needed a place to rest. I closed my eyes (in the dream) and allowed myself to take my place in the story.

This dream, I knew, would be longer than the others, so I thought back to exactly what happened that day.

"Sydney, be quiet!"

"Sorry!"

We spoke in hushed tones. I sighed, and glanced back at Sydney. She looked sincerely sorry for talking so loudly to me, and I felt bad for snapping at her-but my guilt faded as soon as I saw our target.

He was a biker of about 40, and a jerk to everyone. He always wore an old leather jacket (A/N this is not Ares) and dark aviator sunglasses. His scruffy beard was a dark black with grey mixed in, as was his hair. He wore black on nearly every part of his body, to be intimidating I suppose. It normally would've intimidated two thirteen year-olds, but it didn't in our case. After seeing the kind of monsters we did, we weren't intimidated easily.w

He ordered in a gruff voice, "Two nights please."

The woman behind the counter typed on the keyboard, entered his information, and gave him a room key. He payed for the room in cash, which in turn made me wonder exactly how much money he had on him. I waited until he walked out to follow him, so we could sneak attack him.

I motioned for Sydney to follow me, and we moved out, swiftly and quietly. We followed him a few doors down, then we made our move.

I attacked from behind, scaring him. Sydney stole the key in his few moments of shock; then we ran.

He got so scared, he jumped on his Harley and was gone.

I beamed at Sydney for once. "We've got a room!"

We slept on actual beds that night. We watched actual TV. We had actual showers. Luxuries I hadn't had in five years. I was in a much better mood after a hot shower.

It wasn't until midnight when we were attacked.

Sydney and I had both fallen asleep for around two hours when I woke up. I don't know what caused it, but I immediately grabbed a weapon (the phone; smart) and threw a pen at Sydney. It didn't wake her up, so I whispered, "Sydney!"

Then I heard the growl.

"Hellhounds illi muta."

I didn't know where the Latin came from. I knew it meant "Those dumb hellhounds" because the growl was from none other than a hellhound.

That's when my dreams went wrong.

The original story- we escaped just fine. We spent the night in the motel room; then left. Simple as that. I guess some angry god must've wanted to mess with my head, because it changed.

The hellhound busted through the glass window.

I didn't know what to do. This dream was all wrong, different, so I wasn't prepared. The thing roared and leaped onto Sydney, then proceeded to rip her apart.

I just screamed. I through things. I screamed. Eventually I was crying. The thing was ripping her apart, dream or not. I saw the blood. I heard the tearing of her flesh. Her mangled screams.

It felt so real...

So real...

"WAKE UP!"

I shouted it at myself.

"WAKE UP JANE!"

"WAKE UP PLEASE!"

Wake up...why can't I wake up...

Please.


OH NO JANE! Sorry for not updating. Sorry for the short chapter. Sorry for everything T-T I just haven't wanted to write really ANYTHING. I've also been on a Star Trek binge...I promise after the fourth of July (I don't know where you live; it may be different, so after this Friday or Saturday) I will update more frequently.. :3 -TheSeaGirl1234 who is wondering if you guys are enjoying the story