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Chapter Seventeen: Just dreams
"Do you see him? Did you find anything?" Theresa asked anxiously through her PMR.
"Not yet." Archie replied. "There is too much fog for me to see anything from the skies. What about you Atlanta?"
"I got nothing." She said regretfully. "I have been searching the woods all afternoon and there is not even a trace of him!"
"I've searched the mountain range." Herry's voice rang through the PMR, "I can't find him. And Odie has been trying to track his signal since the sun came up."
"I haven't found anything in the city." Neil said quietly through his PMR, for once his voice not hyperactive.
"Where could he be?" Theresa whimpered slightly.
"Don't worry Terri, we will keep looking." Atlanta said, hearing her friend's distress.
Theresa sighed regretfully and put her PMR down in her lap. Life had been like that for the last three days. It had been three days since they had started searching for Jay. But there was not a trace of him in any part of Olympia. Not that Theresa would know since she wasn't permitted to leave her bed yet. But the rest of her team mates have searched nonstop for Jay ever since they were strong enough to get out of bed.
Theresa felt completely useless just sitting there in her bed while the rest of her friends were searching for their lost comrade. And even worse, she knew that Jay was in Cronus's mists, but she couldn't do anything about it. She had told the gods and her team mates that she had a dream about Jay. But when she talked to Persephone and Hera about it they insisted that they were just dreams.
But Theresa knew that they were not just dreams. She knew that Jay was actually with Cronus.
And possibly working for him.
Theresa's hands flew up to her eyes to quickly wipe away her tears. With one hand she picked up her PMR once more. She had to try again. Maybe he still had his PMR with him.
She pressed multiple buttons so that she could privately call Jay, and make sure none of her friends heard what she was saying.
She had tried many times to privately call him. But she only ever got static, or a plain silence.
"Jay?" she whimpered into the small device. "Jay please answer me!?" Still there was no reply. She felt her lips quivering and her eyes beginning to fill. "Please Jay, tell me where you are."
In Cronus's hideout:
"Jay please, speak to me!" he heard her voice say desperately through the PMR.
Jay sighed, one of his bandages still in his mouth as he was wrapping the long white pieces around the cuts Cronus had inflicted upon him. He had just had to go through yet another training session with both Cronus and Darren, and with each session, he got hurt more and more. He quietly took the strip out of him mouth and tied it into a knot looking at the PMR still.
He walked towards where he had discarded it with his shirt and turned down the volume. He couldn't risk the chance of Cronus finding out he still had it.
He had to disable the tracking device, not wanting his friends to get any more involved in the situation then they already were. But he couldn't bear to destroy it. If he did, he would feel a part of him missing.
Like he had lost all connections to his friends.
So instead he just wasted away his time gazing down at the PMR, and listening to his friends conversations.
"Jay please! I know you can hear me Jay!" he could hear Theresa say through the tiny device. "Jay, please. I beg you. Come back to us."
Jay put his head in his hands. That was impossible for him now. There was no going back for him. Not after he had made his deal with Cronus. But hearing her voice was incredibly painful to him and he tried to resist the urge to turn the PMR off.
"Jay,"
"Please, Jay."
"Stop talking Terri," he said in a barley audible voice. "Please."
"Jay,"
"Stop," he whimpered. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the PMR which was still radiating her soft, pain filled voice.
"I,"
"Please stop Terri." He moaned burying his face in his hands.
"I love-!" Her voice began to ring out. But Jay finally snapped. He couldn't let her say that. He couldn't hear her say that to him. He bolted up and grabbed the PMR in his hands.
"STOP THERESA!!" he yelled into the PMR as he smashed it against the wall, breaking it into a thousand pieces.
He couldn't allow her to say that. If she said that to him, he would never be able to find it in his heart to stay here and keep her protected.
But as he looked at the broken up pieces of the device that had almost told him that Theresa loved him, he felt his heart wrench in a longing to hear her voice again.
But what was done is done. There is nothing he could do now, the PMR was broken, and it would remain broken.
Yet Jay didn't realize why it still held some important value to him. It was now completely useless, he couldn't hear his friend's voices anymore, or look at their pictures anymore, or even just stare at it. It was broken.
Yet why did he feel as if it was of importance to him?
Jay didn't understand it. But he knew that it was important and like a small, spoiled rotten child, he wanted it back. And he wanted it back now.
He wanted to hear his friend's voices, if even for only a moment. He wanted to hear Theresa again; he wanted to hear her saying that she loved him again. He wanted his friends back.
Falling to the ground he began to pick up the pieces of his broken PMR. Making sure he got every single piece he walked over to the other end of his cell where his old clothes where. Battered and bloody as they were, he still kept them, and didn't allow anyone of his knew 'team mates' near them.
He quickly tore up a small piece of his shirt and made a small bundle of cloth. He wrapped the broken pieces in the tarnished cotton clothing and tied a tight knot at the top.
He put it into his old jean pocket and wrapped up his clothing into a neat pile once more. He looked down at the small pile of clothes. What he would give to wear them again. He just wanted his life, and the life of the people around them to be the same again. But he knew, that would not be happening any time soon.
But he was allowed to dream wasn't he?
"Blue Jay." Darren said to him from behind him, scaring the living daylights out of him. Jay jumped out of his skin and turned around to quickly face him again.
Darren laughed at him dryly. "Looks like my training is not working. You should never allow an opponent to sneak up on you. And if they do, you should not turn around and face in such a defenseless position."
"Do you want me to come at you with my fists raised? Ready to punch the living daylight out of you?" Jay growled angrily, glowering at the older boy.
Darren smirked. "Denying the fact that I am stronger and always will be then you, I highly doubt you would be able to 'punch the living daylights' out of me descendent of Jason."
Jay felt his eyes narrow but he said nothing in return as he lowered his eyes to the ground.
Darren raised his eyebrows when Jay did not respond. "You don't deny it do you? You know that I am stronger then you and always will be."
"How would you know?" Jay snapped angrily. "I have never fought you truly before! So how can you say I am weak?"
"Are you completely daft boy?" Darren said laughing. "Do you not remember our little fight we had a few days back?"
Jay laughed. "Oh ya when I kicked your ass ya I remember that."
Darren laughed again as he glared at Jay. "Your missing my point blue Jay, do you honestly think that was your own strength?"
"What do you mean? I can fight!" Jay protested angrily.
Darren shrugged. "True, but not that well."
Jay looked at him quizzingly but Darren just shook his head. "Never mind. If you haven't figured it out by now you don't deserve to know. Let's just go."
"Go?"
"Yes GO. Now if you don't mind we need to hurry up. I can't spend all day waiting for you.
"Where are we going exactly?"
"I will brief you in on the way." He said walking out of the room.
Not much of a talker is he? Well he's not much of a talker when he isn't ordering me around or making fun of me. Jay thought raising his eyebrows.
"Oh, and one more thing." Darren said poking his head through the door. "Attach this to your ear." He said tossing him a small microphone with a clip on the end. "Our Lord will be on the other end; he will give you pacific directions. And if any of his orders our disobeyed." Darren gave an evil smirk and laughed. "I have been given permission to punish you."
Jay's eyes narrowed as he followed the older boy out of the door way. This was definitely going to be a rough afternoon.
With Theresa:
Theresa breath grew heavy and tears flew from her eyes as she heard nothing come out of the phone except for a dull beep. Whatever had happened, Jay's PMR was now broken.
Theresa let the PMR drop to her lap, still in shock from hearing Jay's voice suddenly pop out of no where and yell at her. "Jay." She whispered, tears flowing from her eyes. She put the phone against her ear quickly.
"Jay? Jay!!" she yelled in there, hoping that she would be able to hear his voice again, even for a second longer. But all she heard was the faint beeping noise that was matching up to the beating of her aching heart.
The PMR fell limply from her hands and back into her lap again. She stared at it, hoping, that it would start working again, and she would be able to hear Jay's voice again.
But no sounds expect the steady 'no dial tone' sounded from the small device. But still she had to have hope.
She let her tears fall onto the non responding device and opened her mouth slightly.
"Oh Jay. Please come back." She whimpered wiping her tears away as quick as possible.
She suddenly heard uproar of voices coming from down the hall and she quickly turned to the now open doorway. She heard the sound of her mentor yelling loudly. And the other voice was just talking too softly to hear. But Theresa could tell that it wasn't a calm soft, it was a pain filled soft sort of tone.
"We don't have a choice Persephone." She heard someone's voice say very softly.
"We can't send her out there to look with the others! She is weak and she needs to stay in bed. You can't let her go out there." Persephone said angrily, although to Theresa she sounded more concerned then angry.
"We DON'T have another choice! If I did know another way do you think I would not say it?" Hera snapped. She sounded really agitated. "We need to find Jay."
Theresa sighed and walked back to her bed. Putting her head down on her pillow. She had heard this argument many times before. And for once, she disagreed with her mentor. She needed to get out there and search for Jay. If what she was dreaming was true then Jay was in grave danger.
"This isn't just about Jay, Hera. We have to be thinking about Theresa! She is unstable right now; these dreams of hers are really taking a toll on her." Theresa heard Persephone pause and Theresa froze. Could she possibly know she was listening in on their conversation?
"I know they are taking a toll on her Persephone." Hera said softly. "And these dreams, they are driving her to become…"
"Don't say it." Persephone said quietly. "I know what they are doing to her. But we cant just send her out there."
"She wants to go Persephone." Hera said.
"I know she does, but in her unstable condition? It would be suicidal!"
"Do you care to explain this to her then?" Hera said impatiently.
Theresa did not hear Persephone respond.
Suddenly the pair walked into the room. And Theresa quickly pretended to be occupied with something else, pretending she didn't hear what they were saying about her.
Persephone's face was back to normal but it was grief stricken and a pale white instead of her normal creamy color. Hera's face was stone cold and she seemed to be staring off into space.
The two women sat down on her bed facing her. Persephone took Theresa's hand into her own hand and Theresa stifled a gasp as she realized just how cold it was. Hera kept her hands folded in her lap, and for a while neither of the women spoke.
So Theresa started speaking first.
"Miss Hera, Persephone? Is there something you wish to tell me?" Theresa said politely.
Hera sighed. "Yes Theresa. There are a few things we would like to explain to you."
"What is it?"
Neither of them spoke again for a while. But Persephone spoke next.
"Theresa, Miss Hera has requested that you join the others in the search for Jay." She began.
"Of course I will! You know how much I want to!" Theresa said excitingly. FINALLY they were going to allow her to help in the search for Jay!"
"But before you agree," Persephone interrupted. "I would like you to think. You know this is going to be tough and you are very weak."
"But I am still able to help!" Theresa protested.
Hera placed her hand on top of Theresa's. "Yes we know that Theresa. But we are concerned about you."
"Concerned? Why! Im healing faster every day why are you worried about me?" Theresa said frustration taking over. Why weren't they talking to her?
Neither of the women spoke again, and Theresa noticed something in both of their eyes. And she felt something prick in the back of her mind. She knew it. They were hiding something from her.
Well at least that's a good sign, her mind reading is starting to work.
"You're hiding something from me." Theresa said quietly. "I know you are. I am becoming better with reading minds why won't you tell me?!" Her voice quickly elevated to a yell as she felt tears well up in her eyes. Why was she being isolated from the rest of the world? Even her friends were hardly talking to her anymore!
Hera just stared at her, while her mentor burst out into tears silently. But neither of them spoke. Causing Theresa's anger to rise.
"What is going on?" She snapped angrily. "What is wrong with me?"
"There is nothing wrong with you Theresa." Hera said quickly, rubbing her hand soothingly. "We just think that there is possibly a chance of you………..well you…."
"Theresa dear have you ever just thought that you were perhaps, just having dreams?"
"What are you talking about?" Theresa said, doubt filling her voice and her eyes growing wide. "You guys don't believe me?"
"Of course we believe you." Persephone said quickly squeezing her hand lightly. "Its just, you have been under a lot of stress lately. It could be possible, that this stress is causing you to have dreams. That you are…."
"JUST IMAGINING THESE THINGS?!" Theresa yelled slightly, tears welling in his eyes. "These things I see! DREAMS?! They can't be, they are too real to be dreams."
Putting a firm hand on her shoulder Hera frowned. "Theresa listen to us."
"You think im going crazy don't you?" Theresa said angrily looking at them accusingly. "Well guess what? Maybe I am! But I don't see any of you giving a damn about it! So why should I listen to you now? Im going to go out there and find Jay!"
"Theresa please think about this." Persephone begged squeezing the girl's hand. "You could get hurt. Something might happen in the middle of a battle. You might start hallucinating or-!"
"Hallucinating!" Theresa practically yelled. "Im not going crazy! These things im seeing they are real I know they are!"
At that exact moment, Theresa felt her PMR make a loud buzzing noise in her lap. She quickly wiped away her tears picked it up.
"What is it?" She said trying to make her voice sound even.
"Theresa! Theresa get Hera on the phone! Quickly!" Archie said through the PMR. His face was worried and his eyes were as wide as saucers.
Hera quickly grabbed the small device from her hands and frowned into it.
"What is wrong Archie?" She said worryingly, her frown still plastered on her face.
"It's Jay!" He replied.
"Jay?" Theresa almost screamed, pushing her way between the two gods who were hovering nervously over the PMR. "Where is he!?"
"He's here! At the museum!" Archie exclaimed.
"Are you sure?" Hera demanded.
"Im positive. I thought I saw him running around in the Mythology section!" Archie said.
"Running around? What do you mean?" Theresa demanded.
Archie paused for a few seconds. "I called for him if that's what you mean. But when I called him he ran away."
"He did WHAT?!" Theresa exclaimed grabbing her PMR from Hera's hands. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"
"Exactly what I said!" Archie snapped. "I called for him and he ran away. There was also someone else with him."
"Someone else?" Hera asked grabbing the PMR back. "Who?"
"I don't know." Archie answered. "I didn't see his face, it was covered."
Hera sighed, running a hand through her short grey hair. She turned her head warily towards Theresa, looking her straight in the eye.
"You promise that if you go to Archie, you will, absolutely WILL not separate from him or one of the others?" Hera said sternly looking at her.
Theresa nodded and swung her legs over the side of the bed and onto the floor. She quickly stood up and ran towards the door.
"Theresa!" Hera called. Theresa turned around and looked at the goddess. Hera was frowning and deep lines ceased her forehead. "Do not think our discussion is unfinished."
Theresa didn't say anything; instead she turned around and ran.
At The Olympia Museum:
"You idiot!" Darren hissed to Jay barley able to contain his voice. "I can't believe you were so unbelievingly stupid to go out here without your MASK ON!!"
Jay rolled his eyes and pulled the balaclava like piece of clothing over his head and rearranging the earpiece communicator Darren had also given him on his ear.
"What did you say we were looking for again?" Jay said in an angry tone, really starting to loose his patience with the annoying older boy.
"Its going to look like a small brass cylinder." His angry partner said to him. "It's most likely going to be pretty rusty, and a bit broken. But you won't be able to miss it once you see it."
Jay looked at him curiously. "Why?" He asked him.
Darren just shrugged. "You'll find there is a sort of…..feeling you get once you get close to it." He said a weird expression coming over his face which he quickly shook off. "But it is not our duty to question the requests of our master."
Strangely, Jay didn't even bother denying it this time.
As quickly and silently as they could they crept around the dark museum. They knew that they didn't have much to worry about since they had drugged the security guards and unplugged all the security cameras in the entire museum. But they also knew that if Archie was here, then it was likely now that the others were too. So they kept their eyes open for both the strange brass cylinder and Jay's former team mates.
"Your almost there." Cronus's voice said in his ear. "Take the next hallway down to the arrival shipment room."
Glancing over at his 'partner' Jay saw him nod. "Yes Master." He said in a quiet voice as they turned down the hall and began to run silently down the dark empty hallway.
"Remember the signals." Darren said quietly as he opened a small door at the end of the hallway. "Two snaps means fight, one quick one means run, a tap means trouble and holding three fingers up means retreat. Understood?"
Jay nodded once and Darren nodded in response. "Good, you stay out here, use the signals if you see anyone come near." At that he disappeared into the room.
Jay waited there, eyes alert as they scanned the now empty hallway in front of him. He wanted to let his mind wander, but now that he knew that his teammates were here he couldn't afford too. However he couldn't resist the temptation. He didn't want to be here in the first place, and disobeying Darren's orders would get him pissed off. Inwardly Jay winced. Then again, that probably wouldn't be a good idea. If he angered Darren then Cronus would find out, and if Cronus got mad, he dared not imagine the consequences.
He was jerked back into awareness when he heard the sudden sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway. He leaned closer in the direction of the sound and closed his eyes to acute his hearing. Singling all of his senses to his hearing he heard the sound of footsteps grow louder. He silently cursed the large museum hallways and their loud echoes. Because with the sound of each footstep, an echo sounded, making it very difficult for Jay to find out how many there were. There could have been 10 of them and he wouldn't know for sure. And with the echo, it was also hard for him to tell exactly where they were coming from.
At first he believed it could have been one of the guards, but instantly remembered that he and Darren had drugged them, and that the drug was not going to wear off too quickly. Besides, he knew they were here. He had seen them, and they had seen him.
"Jay is that you?" A loud feminine voice sounded loudly from somewhere behind him. He froze up, knowing that while he was trying to figure out how many of them there were, he had let his guard down. And not taken the care to hide properly. As he heard the voice speak though, he felt his throat tighten up. He knew that voice, he had heard it many times. It was one of the six voices that always comforted, encouraged, and teased him through the last year he had been here in Olympia.
It was them. They were here. He had hoped against everything that they wouldn't come, but now that they did, he knew he would have to do the one thing that would tear his soul in two.
He would have to fight them.
He turned his head slightly towards the entrance to the room Darren had gone into. The boy had swiftly made it back out into the hallway and was now glaring at the six teenagers before him. His eyes never left his new opponents, but Jay could easily tell that Darren was pissed at him.
"Great job." He hissed quietly. "Well talk about this later." Jay didn't reply, but instead turned around to face his oncoming team mates. He heard them gasp as they recognized the face before them. He kept his face calm and controlled; he couldn't let them catch on. But even if he did show a hint of sadness in his face, they probably wouldn't have noticed. They were too shocked to even move.
Jay took in all their figures and faces, instantly recognizing all of them. The bulky form of Herry, the bright blond hair that belonged to Neil, the thin but muscled form of Atlanta, the darker skinned Odie, the purple haired Archie, and none other then the red headed beauty, Theresa.
Although he stopped his hurt and guilt from showing on his face, he couldn't stop it from entering his heart and slowly ripping it. They stared at him eyes wide, filled with relief and disbelief.
"Jay?" Herry said the first to recover from the initial shock. "Why'd you run away like that? And why are you dressed up in black?" He took a step forward towards him and turned his head to stare at Darren. "Who is that?"
Jay did not reply but cringed as he heard the microphone screech in his ear.
"Attack when I say." Cronus said quietly into the ear phone. Darren turned his face to Jay but his eyes never left his opponents. He nodded slightly; obviously he had heard the same orders. At that instant Jay froze up. He knew this was going to happen sooner or later. But he just couldn't do it. They were his team mates. He could never hurt them.
"Jay?" Atlanta said moving forward slightly.
"Attack Darren!" Cronus said loudly in Jay's ear.
Immediately Darren shot forward and threw a discus at her. The round piece of metal shot towards her and blew up into a misty explosion inches from her face. She let out a startled gasp as she flew backwards and fell to the floor.
Theresa stared at the man in horror. She had seen him before. She was sure of it. He looked so familiar, and like a strike of lightning it hit her.
"It's him." She whispered eyes wide with fright. "It's the assassin." The assassin she saw so many times in her nightmares. The strange man heard her and his head shot over to look at her. But he did not move. Meanwhile her other teammates rushed over to help Atlanta.
"Hey!" Atlanta said startled as Archie bent down to help her up. "What's the big ide-?"
"Jay NOW!" Cronus yelled in his ears.
Immediately, almost robotically Jay lunged forward whipping out his sword and charging towards his comrades. They stared at him wide eyed as he ran towards them, an unemotional frown placed on his face.
"Jay what the hell are you doing?!" Archie yelled as he slashed at them causing the group to separate in two. But Jay, almost unable to control his actions slashed at them again forcing them to move away from them.
"Whoa man stop!" Neil said in his high voice as Jay's blade grazed the top of his head cutting the tips of his hair. Jay quickly pulled back slightly and moved farther away from them. Changing opponents he charged towards Archie who quickly raised his whip to counter Jay's oncoming attack. He grunted as Jay put force on his blade and shifted the positions of his feet so that all his weight was going into pushing his blade against Archie's whip.
"STOP Jay!" Herry yelled rushing behind him and wrapping his arms around the man to pull him away from Archie.
"Fight him." Cronus said quietly in his ear. "Bite him." Instantaneously Jay's teeth lashed out and bit him on his lower arm, sinking in his teeth till his jaws hurt. Herry cried out and pulled his arm away from Jay slightly quickly Jay pried open Herry's bulky arms, ducked under them, and pulled the arm he had bitten behind his back, twisting it. Herry's eyes went wide as his vision racked with pain. His teammates watched in astonishment and horror as Jay's grip tightened on the large teenagers arm.
And suddenly he blinked back into reality. The grip on Herry's arm slacked and Herry fell to his knees in pain. That's right. Herry was down on his knees in pain, because of Jay. Everyone stared at Jay in amazement and fury. They had NEVER seen Herry be brought to his knees before. They knew that it had probably happened when he was training with Hercules but they had never seen it happen, especially at the hands of one of their team mates.
"Herry!" Theresa said loudly rushing towards the young man at Jay's feet. But as Jay's wide, guilty eyes looked up from his team mate on the ground and bore into her eyes she froze. Their unsteady gaze held for a few moments before Jay looked again at Herry who was now struggling to stand.
Jay looked down at his hands in horror and disbelief. How did he do that? WHY did he do that? He hurt Herry, one of his teammates. How could he? All these thoughts meshed through his muddled and confused mind but did not have much time to stare at himself repulsively. Quickly he was grabbed and pulled around the corner of the hallway. He felt Darren pull him up through the skylight of which they had entered and begin to scold him about not listening when the hand signals were shown and showing weakness. All Jay could hear though was the gasps coming from his friend's mouths, and their shocked terrified faces as he had attacked them. Instantly he succumbed to his guilt and felt tears well around the brim of his eyes as he remembered the pained look in his teammate's eyes.
Sorry that took so long again! I didn't want it to take so long for me to update…….it just sorta happened. Im sorry. Well hope you enjoyed it!
Signed,
Destiny's Daughter