Me: Wow, it's been a while… over a month I think. Anyways, here's my update.
Disclaimer Here – Percy Jackson isn't owned by me, I wish it was mine though…
3rd Person POV
No one believed Kara. They had long since given up that they were going to be saved. So the girl was left to have hope alone, with only Maya believing her. Percy had turned fifteen, the others knew that now. The others frowned; it had been eight years since Percy came. There was truly no reason for them to believe that they were coming, even with all the new kids coming in.
"She's crazy," one of the kids muttered, crossing their arms across their chest.
If it hurt Kara, she didn't say anything. Maya turned around and glared at anyone who dared to speak or even look wrong at her older sister. Even if the five year old wasn't scary, no one had the heart to look back at Kara after seeing the glare from her.
*IN THE POLICE STATION WITH POSEIDON*
Hecate returned to Poseidon with a file. Written in big bold letters were the words LANCE JOHNATHAN BROWN with the logo of a hospital on the top right corner. Poseidon took the file, not focusing on it for a few minutes, before opening it up. He skimmed through the file, looking for Lance's death date. Eventually he found it, and paled considerably.
"Lance Brown died on February 12, 2004. He died near a school in the woods. It was a hit-n-run," Poseidon muttered to himself, "Thanks Hecate."
Hecate nodded before leaving Poseidon to his own devices. Rubbing his brow, Poseidon read some more of the file. Simp came over to the desk.
"Got anything on Lance?" Simp questioned, as Athena had told him to see if there were any leads for her to follow.
Poseidon nodded, handing the folder over silently. There was silence between the two as Simp read the file. He muttered under his breath every now and then.
"So, this girl, Karen, can see the future?" Simp questioned Poseidon once he finished reading the file.
"That's what it looks like," Poseidon responded.
"And she's been seeing the kids on the Milk Carton."
"Yep."
"And now we're reading the journal of hers that has all the 'visions' she's had in hopes for a clue on where the kids are?"
Poseidon nodded, grabbing the journal from where he had stashed it.
"Read some of these, I need to get these to Chiron," Poseidon said waving the file before passing by Hades and Zeus.
The two had returned from checking out another possible lead. Hades threw his jacket on his chair before sitting down on it with a huff. Zeus was glaring at everyone and everything. They had gotten a call from the stables, saying that Hazel and Frank hadn't made it to visit Arion. People were out looking for them, this time there weren't even clues on where they had gone. It was just like the other Milk Carton kids, gone and never seen again, declared dead after a month. And now, it looked like Hazel and Frank were joining them.
*BACK WITH THE KIDS*
Hazel and Frank sat a bit away from the other kids. Kara and Maya had long since gone to sleep. Everyone else was either going to sleep, or getting ready to. Percy and Annabeth were in a corner, near to where all the younger kids were. They were the only ones not going to sleep, and Hazel was guessing that they were going to watch over the younger kids as they slept. Make sure that they were okay, keep them safe from the others.
While Hazel was thinking, Annabeth got up to go over to them. Percy was healed enough to be able to watch over those kids by himself now. She walked over to where Hazel and Frank were, still wide awake. Sitting down in front of the two, Annabeth smiled at them kindly.
"Hi, aren't you two going to sleep?" Annabeth questioned before frowning, "Staying awake doesn't make it any easier."
"My dad's going to come get us," Hazel said confidently, "And I'm going to be awake when he does."
"Hazel," Annabeth told her, gripping the girls shoulder's as Frank started to drift off, "We all thought that at one point, it's not going to happen. We all believed that at one point or another. Hope is just going to weaken us, we need to know the truth."
"My dad is already looking for the Channing girls, and everyone else here. They are going to come get us!"
Her last exclamation caused everyone to wake up. The door at the top opened, casting light across the dark dungeon like basement, and Kronos came down looking very upset. His eye was twitching, showing his displeasure. The younger kids, including Maya, fled to the darkest corner. A few of the older ones got up slowly, subconsciously going into their old groups. Recently it had stopped, but why no one knew. Maybe they had too many kids, and it would be very dangerous for anyone to notice. Kronos stepped forward, causing a few of the older ones (including Percy) to flinch. Kara's blue-grey eyes flashed dangerously, she had seen him before; in her dreams. Silence reigned as Kronos walked around the room.
"I had guests today, very important guests. And then I heard a shout, and it broke off all conversation. I managed to convince them that it was just the TV that I left on. They left, now who was it that shouted," Kronos said, more like ordered.
No one answered.
"Who was it that shouted?!" Kronos screamed, everyone flinched and a few of the younger ones whimpered in fear.
"I- I did," Hazel whispered, looking at Kronos with wide gold eyes.
"You did, the new girl of course. Come with me."
Hazel didn't move, frozen in fear.
"Come with me," Kronos said, his voice a strangled calm.
Someone pushed Hazel, and she took a few steps forward. Kronos grabbed her upper-arms tightly and pulled her up the stairs. The last thing they saw of Hazel was her fearful gold eyes watching them as the door shut behind her, causing darkness to fall once again.
*Back at the Station*
Simp read the journal as Athena returned. She immediately went to where Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon were with Chiron. The three were getting their updates on the case; Poseidon had given the group the file. And now Zeus and Hades were getting the information.
December 17, 2010
It has been six years since my brother died, seven years since Dad and Mom got in a divorce, and five years since Mom married Father (got pregnant and had Maya in the same year as they got married early January and had Maya late September). In those few years everything had changed. This isn't why I started writing this entry. Today, I saw the Milk Carton Kids again. It was odd though, as I didn't start down in the basement. I was in a passage way, I could see the road that it came from; Steinway Street (near the street clock). The lights flickered the closer I got to Steinway Street, before turning off completely. Now in complete darkness, I ran towards the street. But I couldn't get out of the tunnel, I banged my hand against the gate. Blood trailed down my arm. Eventually I gave up, and turned around. There was nowhere else to go but down the dark passage way. I went down, using the wall as my guide. Soon I ended up in front of a wall; angrily I hit my hand against it. The wall was hollow. I pressed against it and pushed. It turned inwards and soon I was inside the basement. There was no way to explain it; the kids didn't even seem to realize I was there. All of them were sleeping, except one. She was a girl, with black hair and electric blue eyes. I guessed she was one of the older ones. A young girl, around nine or so, was sleeping on her lap. Annabeth, that was the little girl's name. The older one was Thalia, she was probably fourteen or so… nothing had changed. They were all asleep, and no new kids had come in. It was still dark, and they probably didn't know about the wall… or they couldn't open it from that side.
-Karen
Simp stared at the journal for a while before jumping up. He knew where they were, or at least a way to get inside. If they could put a tracker on someone, have them go in the basement. They could find out where the kids were. This was great news. He ran into the meeting room and, ignoring the odd looks he got, slammed the journal on the table.
"Read it, quickly," Simp told them.
Me: Yay! They actually have a good lead.
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