Best of Both Worlds

Chapter 3: A Different Girl

So sorry it took me so long to get this typed. Major writer's block. Hope this makes up for the trouble. :)

"Get Sam and go!"

Blood pounded in her head and she struggled.

"I'm not leaving you!" She cried, "You don't stand a chance!"

The nightmare was starting once again. Just before her life was flipped into this huge mess.

"I need you to go now Lily! You need to protect Samantha!"

Sweat streamed over her, soaking her clothes.

Lily ran up the stairs, tears in her eyes. Sam was hiding under her bed, tears streaming down her face as she shook with fear. Her mother got on her knees and pulled Sam out. She forced her in jeans and didn't bother pulling a shirt over her head. Sam watched her mother yank out clothes and school supplies and put them in her backpack.

"What's going on?" Sam cried.

Her mother didn't answer.

"Mother!"

Lily didn't look at her daughter as she pulled out her wand- a pure white wand with glowing imprints upon the handle. She stuck it in her daughter's pack, knowing that Sam had to make it out. Lily looked at the walls, seeing the rainbows and dark blue paint staring at her like death was at her doorstep. Change that. Death was at her doorstep, and she also knew that her daughter had to make it out alive, no matter what choices that had to be made.

Smoke poured into the room, scaring Samantha even more than before. Yelling rose from downstairs and Lily froze. She could hear Mark's yells of pain slammed into her, taking all of her will power not to go down there and help him strangled her. All she cared about was Samantha getting out.

Sam screamed, struggling to get away. She could hear her father's cries and a dark voice laughing into her ears.

She woke up with a start. Her head pounded, and she couldn't see anything going on around her. Sam pulled herself to her knees, trying to get up. She could hear kids screaming as they tried to get away, but couldn't. Teachers were yelling for control, yet couldn't control their classrooms. Fire alarms were going off, water hitting the floor due to the flames and smoke. Sam struggled to breathe as smoke filled her lungs and choked her of oxygen.

"Where are you?" A voice yelled. "I will kill you Samantha Jackson!"

Suddenly, she froze, daring not to breathe. She couldn't let the man get a hold of her. Which was a shame because he was pretty. Stop thinking as a daughter of Venus, she chided herself, he's not worth dying for. The boy must had found her because he was suddenly beside her and grabbed her throat. She choked as his hand tightened.

The pain was too much.

She was going to die.

Then something changed. She dropped like a stone and suddenly she was able to breathe.

"You aren't killing demigods on my watch," a young girl's voice growled.

There was the haunting laugh of someone.

"You can't kill me, daughter of Poseidon."

Sam froze. What was going on?

Someone grabbed her, throwing her body up and sailing to her left. Knowing herself, she twisted and rolled on her back, bringing her body to the balls of her feet. Someone yanked her up and threw her once again forward, but this time holding onto her tight. Sam struggled to get away, but in the end she threw one last thing she could do. Her left hand was free, her right caught by the person. A man, she realized, the grip too strong for a girl's. Her left hand snapped forward, drawing strength behind it. The man was punched in the jaw hard, and he stumbled back a few steps in shock.

"What the hell?" he demanded.

Then he threw his body into a back flip. Sam hit the ground hard, something grabbing her leg and yanked it forward. Much too fast and much too scary, a blonde thing sailed passed over her head before embedding itself into the wall like a cutting knife to bread. She hit the ground, her head cracking upon a part of cement. Sam's head spun, threatening to pull her under.

That's the time you truly know that the war is going to kill you. If you let it get you, then you are dead no matter who saves you. Letting your body stop will ruin you forever.

Sam crawled to her feet. The spawn of the devil wasn't going to take her now.

"Save the girl!" a voice screamed.

The boy who she punched ran to her. He grabbed her arm and started to run, holding her. Sam stumbled after him while nearly tripping over rocks and boulders.

"What is the way out of here?" he yelled at her as they ran.

Sam stumbled over her words. "Left to the court yard."

They came to a fork in the road and he pulled her to the left pathway. Then he stopped and turned around. Sam panted as she sank to her knees. She gazed into the form of the boy, seeing him for the first time.

He was pale. Moonlight pale to be exact. His black hair shined into the florescence lights. He wore a tee-shirt half orange and half purple. Army pants were tucked into thick, heavy combat boots with silver chains added to the ankle. The boy also panted, drawing a hand through his hair.

He was stunning.

Then he turned to her.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

Sam, not trusting her voice, nodded. Then she found it.

"What the hell happened," she demanded.

The boy turned to face the path they just took. "A monster attack by the looks of it. You're lucky that we got here-"

"That's what everyone says-"

The boy turned and gave her a dark look.

Yet, all Sam could think of was how his look made his lips more red like a cherry.

Then she felt it. The feeling of empty air filling of usage. It only took one moment for her to figure out what was going on. With one quick motion she was to her feet. She threw out her hand, catching the boy in the chest and shoved him to the ground. Her hand touched the old wrist watch she had and pushed in the center. Her body crouched and ducked behind the shield. Just milliseconds later, bullets sprayed into it, trying to cut it.

She unleashed her dagger slowly; making sure the boy saw it. Then she changed the position of it, making the blade face the outside of her forearm instead of inside. When the bullets stopped, she heard cursing. Then she attacked. She drew her shield to the right and threw her dagger. It sailed into the air and struck the attacker. The monster exploded in golden dust.

"Are you sure I need help?" she questioned.

The boy gave an long whistle, shaking his head.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Sam," she answered as she drew her shield to a wrist watch.

"How long have you known?"

She hesitated and turned her head away. "For a while now."

He nodded as if he understood.

But he doesn't.

No one could understand the sickening truth.