Hey everybody.

I wasn't gonna update until tomorrow, but something made me change my mind.

My best friend at school, who is Crazy about books13, has a friend. That friend had a little sister until last night, when she died in the hospital. I'm not sure how old she was, but I know she was very, very young. I just found out that she died, and because Crazy about books13 is my absolute BFFL, I have to update in honor for KK (the little girl who died).

So, in honor of KK and Crazy about books13, here is the next chapter of Greek Angels.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

Chapter 12: Empire State of Mind

MPOV

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate small enclosed spaces? I believe I have.

So you can imagine how I felt being put into a van with six other people and a dude with one-hundred eyes who kept staring at us from (And I mean this quite literally.) out of the back of his head.

It was a real long drive to New York. Only about twenty minutes. But it felt like an eternity to me.

By the time Argus dropped us off at the Greyhound station in NYC, I was about ready to take out Dylan. (Not that I wasn't already.)

"This place is giving me the creeps," I murmured to Fang after we had gotten our tickets.

"You too?" he whispered back, and I elbowed him.

While we waited for our Greyhound to show up, we decided to play a game of telephone. But violence broke out occasionally due to what some of us thought we heard and what was originally said. How "Iggy's a pervert" can turn into "Max and Fang did it" is a mystery to me.

"I feel like… like we're being watched," Iggy said.

I looked at him skeptically. "It's a bus station, Ig."

He shook his head. "No. Not just that. I feel like… someone's following us."

"Iggy might be right," Dylan said. "I mean, we have two kids of the Big Three. Monsters can probably pick up the scent all the way from Delaware."

"Big Three?" Nudge asked, looking up from her magazine.

"The original three gods," I answered. "Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. Their children, like me, Fang, and Percy, have strong auras. Monsters usually pick up our scent pretty quickly if we're out in the mortal world, because we're so powerful."

"Powerful like how?" Gazzy asked.

"Like how I can call up an army of the dead," Fang said. "And how when Percy's around water he can control it."

"And how children of Zeus can do this," I said. I reached out and touched Dylan's arm. Suddenly, a small volt of electricity jumped from my hand to his arm.

"Ouch!" he said loudly, jumping back. "That hurt!"

"What did you expect?" I asked sarcastically. "Roses to leap from my fingertips?"

He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "That would be ideal."

"I can do that!" Angel said. "But I'm better at orchids, daisies, and wildflowers. Roses are really hard."

I smiled and laughed.

By the time our Greyhound showed up, it had started to rain.

"Couldn't you ask your dad to make it warm and sunny?" Dylan asked bitterly.

I scowled at him and said, "Not my choice."

Thunder rumbled in the distance.

As the Greyhound drove towards New Jersey, Fang and I talked quietly.

"So what's this 'Darkest Mountain' Rachel talked about?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe she was talking about Mount Tam."

I didn't have to say anything. I just raised an eyebrow.

"Mount Tamalpais," Fang started, "was basically the home base of the Titans back when they were in power. It's located in San Francisco. It's also where the Garden of the Hesperides is. You know, the golden apples of immortality that Hercules tried to steal? It's also where Atlas holds up the sky."

I thought about this. "I could see why it's called the Darkest Mountain."

"It's also called the Mountain of Despair," Angel said, poking her head over her seat and turning to face us. "Annabeth told me that."

I smiled wryly. "What a nice name." I pretty sure I sounded 85.9% sarcastic, and 15.1% bitter.

When the Greyhound stopped in Philadelphia, we got off.

"So what's the plan, Lightning Girl?" Iggy asked.

I thought long and hard for a moment. I also thought about my dream and both prophecies. "We get on the next train headed for California."

Nudge cheered. "Surf, sun, and sand! Finally! I was really beginning to miss Hawaii."

I muttered, "Yeah. And Mr. Chu and the Krelp."

"Let's find a train station," Fang suggested. "I'm liking the idea of staying out in the open less and less."

I nodded. "A wonderful suggestion." I turned to the others. "Why don't you go get something to eat? Fang and I will go get the tickets. Meet us at Independence Hall in a half-hour."

The others nodded and went to go look for the nearest hotdog stand, which, like in New York, weren't uncommon.

As we walked to the train station, I whispered to Fang, "I have a bad feeling."

He whispered back, "You too?"

"Maybe we should circle around, throw whoever's following us off the scent."

Fang nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

But before we could even move, a voice, high, cold, and quiet, said behind us, "Not so fast."

This was just a filler chapter, but the next one gets interesting. (Fight scene and old faces.)

Reviews are dedicated to KK and her family. They're in my prayers, and I hope that they're in yours too. Flames will not be accepted for this chapter at all, but constructive criticism is.

-A$h