So sorry guys for the grammar/spelling mistakes. This is my first story, ever, and I'm writing it on a Mobile phone, don't judge, I don't own a computer. I edited the first chapter, now the Hawaiian school trip is added. I'm looking into beta, don't worry.
~Storms&Shadows
Hera was walking around New York, it was six o'clock AM. She was passing Taki's, the best restraint in New York, when she saw him. He had black hair and he was sitting on a bench, just outside Taki's. He looked up as she passed, and that's when it hit her. He had gold eyes. Jason's eyes. Her heart sped up and she hurried away quickly. She turned into an alley, to get off the road, but instantly regretted it. There were hands over he mouth and eyes, and restraining her arms. She tried screaming but it was no use. The hands over her mouth prevented any noise. That was it, she blacked out.
Jason was sitting on a bench, outside Taki's, when he saw a girl pass him. A girl with blue hair. Hera he thought, longingly. They locked eyes, briefly, and for a moment he bought he saw a flash of recognition in Hera's eyes, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone. She picked up her pace and rounded the corner into an alley.
Jason was staring at where she disappeared around the corner when he heard a muffled scream. It came from the alley. He was on his feet and in the alley, in a matter of seconds.
In the alley, Jason saw a fire escape, going up the side of the building. On the fire escape, he saw, oh god, he saw three men, one was holding Hera, limp in his arms.
Jason didn't hesitate for a second, he was already climbing the fire escape, right behind the three men. As soon as he climbed onto the rooftop, he noticed three things: those men were gone; they had Hera; Scott Millers, her Ex-boyfriend, was the one carrying her.
Jason sunk to his knees and thought, I've lost everything.
Hera woke up, staring at a roof. She jolted to a sitting position and felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
When the dizziness was gone, Hera looked around. One thing was for certain, but it was an unwelcome thought: this was not New York. New York didn't have architecture like this: Corinthian columns, strong support at the bottoms, held up the roof; Wide dome ceiling, made of stained glass; repeated Greek motifs running around the walls; a fountain with three layers, made of stone, in the middle of the room; dome shaped doors. This was NOT New York. I must be in Greece, Hera thought to herself. And there's no one out there going to help me.
Hera tried standing up, but realized the manacles around her wrists, sunk deep into the ground. "Damn it!" She screamed.
Suddenly the doors burst open, a tall, burly man stood in front of her.
"Ms. Lianne, Mr. Millers is waiting to see you." He said with a heavy accent "He'll be pleased to know that you have regained consciousness."
Mr. Millers, she thought in wonderment, she only new one man with that last name: Scott.
The man came over to her and produced a key from his pocket, then started to unlock her manacles.
"What time is it?" She asked, trying to avoid screaming at the man.
"7:00 in the afternoon, Ma'am." He said.
"Why are you being so formal? It's making me nervous."
"Sorry, but I was raised by a French woman, I'm French. There is no need to be nervous, though. Don't worry, Mr. Millers just wants to talk to you."
The man led Hera down a series of narrow corridors and into a small office-like room. There was a wooden office desk at the back of the room, at it sat Scott J. Millers, the jerk she had tried to forget years ago.
Jason tried to find out where they went, he asked everyone, even the police. When he came up with nothing, he decided to think who else might be there. Scott's closest friend: Reggie Roberts. But who was the third person? He swore there was three. Reggie's girlfriend, Piper Johnson? No, Piper has brown curls. There is only one person close to Reggie, that has straight, shoulder length, blonde hair: Lucy Channel.
But why? He was going to find out. Lucy moved to Greece, as soon as she finished high school. She had the money, her dad was rich, and he was always throwing money at her, as if we're no more than a quarter.
"Hera." Scott said in a low voice "Heralyn Rose! Look at me!" He shouted. The harshness in his tone made her look at him. He had a scar running from above his left eye, down to the corner of his lips, he was clearly blind in one eye.
"You see this scar on my face? You wanna know who did that? J. Chanel. That's right. Jason did this! That asshole came looking for me, right after the party at Reggie's in Grade seven. Remember that. Did you not talk to him then. I should have made sure he was dead. I ne'er liked him." His British accent was starting to show, all those years he was so careful to hide it.
"Maybe you deserved it! And he is dead. I saw him die." She said in a quiet voice.
As quick as she ever saw anyone move, he was on his feet, and she was pinned against the wall, his hand around her throat. He brought his fist up-
The doors burst inward. The man she'd seen sitting on the bench by Taki's stood on the threshold. In he daylight it was easy to see that this man was a carbon copy of Jason: the same tumbling black hair, high cheekbones, molten gold eyes, and crease between his eyebrows. Her breathe hitched in her throat. How is it that he is here? She thought. Suddenly there was black spots dotting her vision. That's how, she thought, I must be dying. Scott's blow never connected, but the other mans did. Scott was lying on the ground, unconscious.
"Are you alright?" The man asked, showing real concern, though she guessed he was good at acting.
Since Hera seemed paralyzed and couldn't speak, she just nodded her head. He nodded too, as if satisfied with the answer.
Together, they start to make their way down a hallway then turned right.
"Do you know where we're going?" She whisper-yelled.
"Not at all." He said with total confidence, more confidence than she was feeling right now.
"Well... Can I at least now your name?" She asked, suddenly uncomfortable of men leading her down strange hallways, without knowing their names.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment "Hera, what if I told you that Jason never died?" He asked, his eyes pleaded for her to understand.
She dug her heels in "I'd say you're crazy. This is a trick. I saw him die. I saw his blood. Why do people keep telling me he's alive?" She was only half surprised when she brought her hand up to her face, it came away streaked with tears.
"Because... I'm not dead. You should know by now, no one else would've had a reason to punch Scott," he said "well- a reason that he deserved it- other than that he's a jerk." The ghost of a smile played on his lips.
"No, no. I saw him die." She was almost sobbing.
"No, you didn't. You weren't under the water. You didn't hear the shots. One of the college kids had dragged me under, he was shot, then someone pulled me out. For six months they taught me self defence, so that something like that wouldn't happen again." His smile was gone now, his voice filled with sorrow.
"Only three people ever knew my middle name, other than my family. Name the three people. Tell me my full name." She demanded.
"Scott Millers. Reggie Roberts. Jason Chanel. Your full name: Heralyn Rose Lianne." He said without a moments doubt.
Instantly Hera was clinging on to him, as if he were her life line.
"You're alive." She said, with tears in her eyes. But these were tears of joy, not betrayal and hurt. "You're alive." She repeated.
Piper Johnson was walking down one of the corridors in the abandoned Greek Orthodox Church when she heard it:
"-What if I told you Jason never died?" A man was saying.
"I'd say you're crazy. This is a trick. I saw him die. I saw his blood. Why do people keep telling me he's alive?" Hera, the girl was sobbing.
"Because... I'm not dead. You should know by now, no one else would've had a reason to punch Scott,"
He punched Scott? Piper thought.
"well- a reason that he deserved it- other than that he's a jerk." You could almost hear him smiling.
"No, no. I saw him die."
"No, you didn't. You weren't under the water. You didn't hear the shots. One of the college kids had dragged me under, he was shot, then someone pulled me out. For six months they taught me self defence, so that something like that wouldn't happen again."
"Only three people ever knew my middle name, other than my family. Name the three people. Tell me my full name." She said.
"Scott Millers. Reggie Roberts. Jason Chanel. Your full name: Heralyn Rose Lianne."
"You're alive." You could hear the relief in her voice "you're alive."
Piper backed up before they said anything else. Reggie wasn't going to be happy when he found out about this. She went into Scott's office, but she tripped over something- no, someone. It was Scott, lying unconscious on the ground. She fought the urge to scream and throw up. She got up and ran from the room.
Once she got to Reggie's office she threw the door open. He looked over at his girlfriend with raised eyebrows.
"It's Scott-Jason knocked him out cold." She said in between gasps of air. "Jason is- helping Hera escape-" she didn't finish telling him what she discovered because Reggie had pushed passed her out into the hallway.
"Piper, Jack, come on."
Piper ran out the office, only to run into Jack, who was running out of the room across from Reggie's office.
"Fancy seeing you here Ma'am." He said in his usual formal, French accent.
"One: We were just across the hallway from each other, so it's not "fancy" seeing you here. Two: If you ever call me "Ma'am" again, I'll kill you." She pulled out a dagger.
"Yes ma'am-I mean, ms. Johnson."
"Better but call me Piper, otherwise, same rules apply. Got it?"
"Yes... Piper." He said with his head down, his checks were red with embarrassment.
"Good. Let's go." She said, sheathing her dagger.
They found Reggie in a room full of weapons, standing next to him was...
"Leo Colbat?" Jack and Piper said in unison.
"That's me." Leo said, his shoulder-length, black hair covering his expression as he leaned over a map and a black object with a flashing red light.
Piper recovered from her shock first.
"What are you doing here?" She said, trying to keep her tone cool.
"Jason "came back from the dead", as one might say, and tried to talk to Hera. Our buddy, Leo here, got jealous. He attacked Jason, that night. Unfortunately, Jason almost killed Leo, and his reinforcement, Scott." It was Reggie who answered them. As he said it, both Jack's and Piper's jaws fell open.
This time, Jack recovered first.
"OK, but what's he doing here?" He said, his violet eyes fixed on Reggie's hazel ones.
"He specializes in the profession of tracking. Jason has already managed to get himself and Heralyn out of the church. We don't know where they went. Leo is going to help us with that." He looked annoyed at the two.
"How are we going to track them?! Only FBI can do that without a tracker on the person. In fact, I'm not sure even they can do that." Piper's eyes were blazing, as if they contained fire.
"Hera's bracelet," Leo said "Reggie called me in here while she was unconscious. He gave me her bracket, the one with the green square, panels. I removed one of the panels and slipped a tracker underneath. This tracking device," he held up the black object with a flashing light "Will help me to track them." He turned his attention back to tracking Hera.
Five minutes later Leo shouted "got her!" Everyone was over there in seconds.
"There in Italy!? How?!" Piper yelled.
"Some sort of get away vehicle." Leo made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. " load up on weapons. We're going to Italy." He didn't sound very enthusiastic about it.
Readers~
sorry for the cliff hanger-and grammar but remember: I'm on a mobile phone, it's not easy.. If you are confused: Hera was kidnapped by Reggie Roberts and Scott Millers with the assistance of Lucy Chanel. Hera is now in Greece and Jason is on her trail.
~Storms&Shadows