Chapter Two
Joey
I didn't look at the Greek stuff for very long before I heard something that distracted me. "Sadie," a voice whispered loudly. "I'm. Hungry." I walked toward the source of the voice and found three kids with walkie-talkies. One was a Hispanic dude who looked older than me, but was bouncing up and down like a two-year-old who had to go to the bathroom. The girl he was talking to, presumably Sadie, was a totally hot blonde, who (as I soon found out) had a British accent, which made her even hotter.
There was also a third kid, but I didn't pay much attention to him; the British chick had spoken. "Be quiet, Fire Elf," she growled. The dude stopped bouncing, his eyes wide. "I have a nickname!" he exclaimed. The Brit shook her head. I cleared my throat and the three kids jumped. "Hi," I greeted them casually, walking forward. The Brit frowned at me, sizing me up; though she wasn't really one to judge. She was pretty, that's for sure, but she was short and at least two years younger than me. Plus, she was wearing some kind of robe thing that looked like a combination of a bathrobe, a karate gi, and something a dad would wear when he doesn't feel like putting on pants.
"What's with the clothes?" I asked, pointing. The third kid, who was also wearing the strange outfit, stepped forward. "What clothes?" he asked suspiciously. I rolled my eyes. "The robe karate things you two are wearing," I explained. The two kids exchanged confused glances. "We're not wearing karate things," the boy said, looking down at his clothes. I decided to ignore them and turned to the Hispanic kid. He was wearing normal clothes, except for an orange t-shirt that looked extremely familiar. I looked at the words on the shirt: Camp Half-Blood. "Hmmm," I thought aloud. "Camp Half-Blood. Isn't that some place in Texas?"
The kid shook his head, looking very confused. I just shrugged and addressed all three of them. "So….what are you guys doing just sitting around when there's such great art here?" I asked. The karate kids didn't answer, so Spanish boy jumped in. "Well, you see, I already know everything there is to know about Greek mythology, so, I'm good," he explained. I didn't believe him. "Really? Well, then; whose shoulder did Demeter eat?" I asked. "I DON'T KNOW, OKAY?" Spanish boy exclaimed. "STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS!"
I shook my head. There was something mentally wrong with these kids. I turned around to leave, but suddenly, a blinding light shone down from the window and I stumbled back, a searing pain growing in my head, and fell against a statue of Apollo. Before I could bear the pain any longer, I collapsed. My last thought before I completely blacked out was, That British chick is so hot. Sigh. Okay, blacking out now.
When I once again gained consciousness, my first thoughts were, Man, my head hurts. I'm glad Sam isn't here. She'd be calling me a whiner right now. In front of me was a bright yellow sparkly light, shining down from Heaven. I tried to touch it, but found I couldn't move, or talk for that matter. "Son, you have been chosen," an ominous voice said. Really? I thought. I've never been chosen for anything! Not even dodge ball. But, I'm terrible at that game. "You shall save the world," the voice told me. Cool, I thought. "Now, wake up, unite the three countries, and save the world!" Three countries, I thought. Once again, cool. The light went out and I once again lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, it was dark. Very dark. I figured I was still blacked out, but this time I could move! Cool! I decided to check and make sure I had all my body parts. Let's see…head, check. Arms, check. Legs, check. Hands, check. Feet, check. Fingers, check. Toes, check. Unnnem…..check. Suddenly, I saw another bright light. Oh, hurray, more messages, I thought. I reached out to touch the light and- "Ow! That's hot!" I exclaimed. In response, the light went out and a very deep, movie-like voice spoke. "I am known as…The One," the voice said. I blinked. "Um, no, that- that doesn't make any sense. Th- there already is a The One," I argued.
"No there isn't. I am The One," the voice argued back. "No, look, dude. That's from a movie," I informed him. "No, it's not. It is not from a MOVIE!" His voice suddenly changed to very high and I got confused. Wait a minute, I thought. I think I have a key chain flashlight in my pocket! I pulled out the flashlight and clicked it on. Standing in front of me was….the Latino kid from the museum….holding a voice modulator up to his mouth. "Hey, can I borrow that?" I asked. "Yeah, sure." He handed me the modulator and I held it up to my mouth.
"I am so cool," I said in the cool voice. "Man, this is awesome!" For about twenty minutes, we played with the voice modulator. I still had no idea where I was, but at least I was enjoying myself. "Hey, who the heck are you anyway?" I asked. The boy didn't answer, so I tried to rephrase the question. "So…who are you, weird Latino kid with really cool tool belt?" I asked. "Well, I'm definitely not The One," he admitted. "I saw The Matrix last night; it was SO GOOD!" "I know!" I broke in. "Oh, wait, I haven't seen that movie, yet. Never mind," I said.
"Oh, well then, how'd you know my reference?" the kid asked. I didn't answer. "Oh, you're one of them, huh?" the kid asked. "I- yes. Let's just leave it at that," I answered. He was obviously insinuating that I was nerdier than he is, but I didn't care; I could still probably kick his butt. We kept talking for awhile until the kid finally introduced himself. "Okay….I'm Leo; hi. I can't tell you where you are yet, but…uh, I have a movie for you." I nodded. "Okay, cool, movies are good."
"This movie will be very entertaining," Leo continued. "But, it might shock you. IT MIGHT EVEN HORRIFY YOU!" I raised my eyebrows at him. "Um, I don't think so. I've seen Signs." "Oh my gods, wait. That's not that scary of a movie," Leo pointed out. "Whatever." I shrugged. Leo accepted the answer and turned away from me. "Roll film!"