Hey pplz! Im sooo happy people liked it! Heres some more. School finished today so I can update a lot. Im not as happy with this chapter as the last one cuz I hate riting fight scences but hey! I tried!
Chapter 2
Ingrid ran and kept running. Warm salty tears were still pouring down her face. She could feel Orlando eyes still on her no matter how far away she was. Finally she reached her apartment. She pressed her floor, waited, adjusting herself, wiping her tears. She didn't want any one to notice she'd been crying. That would NOT make it any easier to prove to people that she wasn't delicate. DING the elevator stopped at the 12th floor and she got out and let herself into her apartment then into her room. She collapsed onto her bed, sobbing.
How could he do this to me! She thought. We're supposed to be best friends. The only other people who know that my dad was murdered are the police, the detectives and Joan. And I never told anyone else that the murderer looked like a snake woman .I trusted him.
Yet a small voice said in her head
Orlando would never talk to you about your dad just to hurt your feelings. He wouldn't have done it unless he was serious.
Shut up She told it
Do you think that maybe, just maybe, your dad isn't the only reason you're so upset right now. Maybe it's because you know there's a chance he's right. He knew about all those things, you never told him, did you?
Shut up, the voice shut up, it had said what it had to say. That annoying part of everyone's brain was always right. She didn't want to listen to sense she just wanted to go back to moping and wallowing in self pity. It sounded pathetic but sometimes, when you're really upset, you have to get it out of your system. But the Fates didn't give her much time for that.
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The phone rang. She sighed and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Is Joan Draconum There?" Ingrid almost dropped the phone. The voice on the other end was so cold and young, it was disturbing.
"Yes, she is. Who is this?"
"That's not for you to know, Give the phone to Ms. Draconum, This is a business call."
"Um ok… wait a moment please." Ingrid covered the phone with one hand and yelled "JOAN, PHONE CALL."
"Send it on the intercom to my room honey!"
Ingrid pressed 9 21 to move the call to Joans room. She heard Joan pick up the phone.
"Hello, who is this?" then a gasp.
"Oh, Hello sssir, what do I owe thisss pleasssure?"
The change in her foster mother's voice startled Ingrid. It was stiff and surprised but also sounded like, well sounded like a different person. More… reptilian. She had heard it before… somewhere. Curiosity took control of her; she picked up her phone and eavesdropped.
"…progressing? When can we expect to recruit her?" Ingrid heard the cold voice say.
"In fact, I believe she hasss been told… she knowsss what she isss."
"Does she believe it?"
"No sssir"
"So you believe that we will not be expecting her to join us?"
"Yesss sssir"
"Pity, she could have been useful…" the cold voice mused
"What are my ordersss sssir?"
A pause—and then "Kill her"
Ingrid dropped the phone.
"What was that?"
"I don't know… I shall carry out my ordersss now sssir"
"Very well and don't fail me this time"
The phone lay beeping on the floor. Ingrid was in a state of shock frozen with fear. She heard a knock on the door.
"Ingrid honey, are you home?" Joan's voice came from right outside the door.
Ingrid was too scared to speak. She was confused but all she knew was that her foster mother was going to kill someone, a girl… her? The door opened silently.
"I've got cookies…"
Joan stood in the door way
"Sweetie you look so pale, are you sick?"
All she could do was shake her head
"Ingrid can we talk" she sat down next to her "There's something you know that I need to know. Tell me everything that happened at school today"
A change came over Ingrid. She wasn't scared, she was angry. She knew in that instant that Orlando had been telling the truth and that Joan was what she wasn't safe from, what he was trying to protect her from. She would tell her anything.
"Nothing happened Joan, it was a normal, boring day." Her voice was completely calm and casual.
"Now don't lie to me sssweetie" Her voice changed and that wasn't all
Joan stood up, and changed from a plump blond lady with bright red lipstick and lots of makeup, to something even scarier. The skin on her face seem to crumple and melt away until her face was nothing but a skull covered in shriveled dry, dark green skin. It seemed to be spreading throughout her body, her neck, shoulders, arms, stomach, waist, legs, and then feet. Her legs began to cover with muddy green scales. The bones melted away. Her legs were now two identical snake tails. Wings started to sprout from her back. Not the graceful angelic kind, they were spiky, sharp and leathery, like bat wings. (AN- I wasn't sure if the Scythian dracaenae had wings but I thought it added to the effect of "dragon woman"). Ingrid could only watch as her foster mother transformed into a monster. Right now, it would be extremely rational to be terrified, but Ingrid felt surprisingly calm. She was almost… expecting it. Well not this in particular but something out of the ordinary.
"What you gonna' do now? Hit me with your… tail? Just cause' you got a makeover doesn't make you dangerous"
Joan pulled out a silver dagger from the cookie tray next to her.
"ah… "
The dagger glinted in the sun light, clean and unused, its blade jagged and sharp like broken glass. Ingrid could almost see her own dark red blood dripping from it.
No. She thought not gonna' happen.
Then she kicked. It probably sounds sort of stupid, I mean kick a dragon woman with a knife, but she wasn't going to sit back and hand Joan her life on a silver platter! Joan blocked easily but Ingrid wasn't done yet. 5 years of tai-kwan-do training was coming back to her. Ingrid was a red belt, that was only two belts away from black, but she hadn't trained for 3 years… since her dad died. Dad! That was why this new Joan looked so familiar. Fires of anger and pure hate surged through her, burning any sanity she had left.
"You"
"Me what? Ssspeak in complete sssentencesss."
"We both know what you did, what you've done to me... and my father… I see no need for me to say it"
"awww… the baby wantsss her daddy…"
Ingrid kicked again, low this time, where Joan was undefended. While Joan was momentarily distracted she grabbed the knife. Joan made a desperate grab for it then tripped her with one of her tails, Wrapped her arms around her and took the knife back.
"Did you really think you had a chance?" the knife only an inch away from her throat.
"do you want to know what your father said, right before he died? He prayed to your mother, asking her, begging her to keep you safe. Where is she now? No one ever loved you but him, and now you can see him again" She pulled the dagger back, preparing to thrust it forward into her throat. Ingrid squeezed her eyes shut.
TWEEK!
Ingrid opened her eyes in surprise. An ivy vine whipped the dagger out of Joan's hands. The horrible tune continued. Vines pulled Joan away from her and then onto the floor. Joan struggled against them as if they were iron chains.
"Hey, Ingrid, you looked like you needed some help!"
"ORLANDO!"
"C'mon we got to get you out of here."
And with that he pulled her out of the house and they RAN.
Ok hope u liked it! Review plz! I need to take her to camp half blood somehow and I need people to tell me how. I was thinking maybe the grey sisters? I have a very supportive friend… when I told her I rote my first fan fic and she was just like "omg how bad is it" I was just sorta like thank you so much for all that support! So I gloated that no one flamed me yet… it was fun (sorry random) anyways thnx 4 reading!