Hi, I'm gonna be updating a lot because I have WAY too much spare time. No just this story, either. My other stories, Let the Madness Begin, and 352, will be updated often!!!

Chapter 2

My spectacular, amazing, fantabulous plan was to go down to the subways, and go from Manhattan (where our apartment was) to Queens, where my friend lived.

So I walked down the street to my local subway station, gave it my metro card, and waited for the next train. As I was standing there, I noticed this really weird dude, watching me. Trust me, I know weird when I see it, being a New Yorker, you get a lot of it.

This guy had a Rasta cap on and seriously baggy jeans. He kept shuffling around, like he was really nervous. I turned and started walking towards a hot dog stand as if I wanted to buy one. I turned back around and he was walking towards me. I walked a little farther to a bench, and sat down. The dude comes over and sits next to me. Who's this guy think he is?

"Hello. Are you alone?" he asks.

Okay, NEVER EVER tell anyone if you are alone. This could be a serious mistake.

"No, I'm, uh, waiting for my boyfriend. He's coming back from a bodybuilding competition." I lied, trying to scare him off.

"No, really, are you alone?" he asked again. I could tell he knew I was lying.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know. Maybe I just wanna know."

"Fine. Yes I am alone. Happy?" I said finally.

"Good. Come with me." He stood up and started walking back to the street.

"What the heck? Are you going to like kill me or something?"

"No! No, I promise. I…. I have to take you somewhere safe. You're in a lot of danger. Please. I can't fail this time." The way he looked convinced me. I couldn't help it. I followed him up to the street. We walked towards Brooklyn, as if to go to Long Island. He stopped and turned to an empty parking space. He pulled out a golden coin and I randomly thought about how much that thing would be worth. He threw the coin onto the pavement and it looked like it would just bounce off, and roll away. Instead it sank into the pavement and the dude shouted something. Almost instantly a gray, smoky cab appeared.

"Come on, it's solid." He said, as he opened the door and held it open for me. I got in, and looked around. In the front seat were three old ladies. It looked like a regular old cab. The guy got in and sat next to me. He leaned forward, and said "Long Island. Delphi Strawberry Service."

"Okay, that'll be two drachmas." The one on the right said. The dude handed her two more of those weird gold coins, and the cab pulled out into the traffic. I turned to the dude.

"I want some questions answered. Who are you? Where are you taking me? Why me?" I asked.

"My name is Grover Underwood. I'm taking you to a place called Camp Half-Blood. Why you? Because it's one of the only safe places for people like you."

Sorry!! Grover is a little stalker-ish and sorta OOC. '

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