Hey everyone! It's literally been forever since I've updated, but I basically trashed my original story line and changed my whole plot. I hope you like the rest of the chapters as much as the first two.
Where was I? I blinked, trying to clear the dust form my eyes. My legs screamed in protest as I tried to get up, and my back hurt like hell. For a moment everything was dark, but a ray from the moon above me illuminated the world around me. I nearly choked. I was definitely not at the Empire State Building.
"Err, ow!"
I looked to my left, fear radiating off me. I felt myself back away, sending rocks and something scaly skidding.
"Who's there? Leave me alone!" I felt my calm and bravery fade away, making me feel small and helpless. It had almost two months since I've felt like this. I hated the feeling! I hated it.
"Brie, is that you?"
I felt my fists unclench and my eyes soften at the familiar voice. I tried to calm my racing heart, but I was still completely freaked out.
"Nico, what the hell just happened?" I shouted, trying to cover up my panic. I had always felt safe with Nico, but now, I was almost as petrified as I had been…
"Thanks the gods your alright," Nico gasped, standing up very unsteadily. For a moment he seemed like a shadow, and a horrible fear came over me. But then he was back, the Nico I knew, my best friend.
"Thank the gods?" I stuttered, refusing his extended hand and trying to get up on my own. I nearly collapsed, my legs extremely shaky. I felt tears form in the back of my eyes. I thought that I had surpassed the old me, so why was I so, so helpless now?
"Let me help you," Nico nearly growled. His face was extremely pale, and his hand was trembling. I shook my head and this time I managed to stand up on my own. I wasn't going to need help. I was still the new Brie.
It was clear, but chilling night in a place somewhere far from my home. I wondered if Ursula, my current foster mom, would be wondering about me. Probably not. As long as I didn't trash the house and was quiet, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted. She would think twice when I didn't show up around eleven, my normal get-home time.
"Brie," Nico said, almost so quietly I didn't hear him. I turned to him, her face almost ghost-like. I forgot to be scared, and instead grabbed his arm and headed towards the lights I had seen in the distance.
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I had to get my story straight. What was I supposed to tell her? That I was the son of Hades, the god of death? That I could summon up an army of my undead buddies with a flick of the wrist? That a monster she probably assumed was only real in her nightmares had almost eaten us?
No.
That was the last thing that I would do. Things were just getting good, and I wasn't going to ruin it.
Greg Wallace owned Crap, I Just Jumped Out a Window. Needless to say, he didn't get very many customers, which probably explained his extreme hospitality when two teenagers showed up at his door.
He had a sort of Southern drawl, which made everything he said sound boring and kinda sleepy. He set Brie and me up in two separate rooms, and fed us some sort of slop that he called "Crap's Surprise". I decided not to tell him that no one wanted to eat carp, let alone a crap surprise.
Brie didn't say a word the whole night. I still wasn't sure what she had seen, if she could see through the mist or not. I was afraid to ask.
That night, I couldn't sleep. The moon was too bright and my window didn't have any curtains. So I pulled on my boots and my jacket and slipped out the screen door.
It was chilly, but I left my coat unzipped and sat on the porch step. I thought of Bianca, which I hadn't done in a while. She would probably tell me that I had been foolish to hang around with Brie. I wanted to talk to her, but I knew that I wouldn't have the strength and that I didn't want to cause a scene.
I sensed someone was behind me before I heard the voice. I should have whipped around; my reflexes should have been sharp. But instead, I turned back slowly, and whispered, "Hey Percy."