Chapter 13

I finished the day off with photography which was good. Photography was right before I had detention again with Annakeyla which was bad. Mary was waiting for me at my locker like she always tended to do after classes. She looked troubled but her smile could have fooled a less then perfect observer. Pink really does have more to it.

"You off to detention again?" Mary asked.

"Yes, Mary. I still have two more days of it." I muttered hoping that she would disappear if I thought about her exploding hard enough.

"Two more days! What happened to two more weeks! Did they let you out early for good behavior?"

"That's jail Mary."

"Same thing. School mine as well be jail! Well...is there hot guys in jail?"

"I don't know." I sighed and shut my locker and looked at my bunny rabbit of a foster sister.

"Oh, okay. Well hurry back, remember you're still grounded."

"Yeah. I haven't forgotten."

"I promise that I'll cancel all of my plans with my friends so that we can spend the whole weekend together! Or maybe I'll have them come over and we can all do each other's nails and talk about boys and you won't feel like you were ever grounded!"

"Okay Mary. Good-bye."

"Bye!" She was already texting all of her friends arranging her torturous plans. If I ever go to hell, my punishment will be to have to put up with Mary for the rest of eternity. Who wants blood, gore and chainsaws when you can be punished with pink, nail polish and lipstick?

I was almost happy to be in detention. For the moment being since Annakeyla wasn't there yet. I sighed and put down my back pack. The teacher was asleep through a bloody battle yesterday so I think I'll be able to get away with doing my homework. At least that will be an excuse for not talking to Annakeyla, unless she needs help in her Calc homework and I'll have to help her. I can just ignore her. It was so much easier to ignore her when I hated her and she didn't save my life.

A different teacher then yesterday walked into the room. He was old with a balding spot but with some hypnotically scary eyes that bored into my eyes. I thought of Leo and got the shivers. Annakeyla walked in after the teacher and plopped down on the chair with a dizzy smile on her face. I looked down at my agenda and pretended that I was trying to figure out which assignment I should do first.

I watched the teacher but every time I looked into his eyes I saw a glimpse of Leo. And really, it sucked, a lot. I looked at Annakeyla who was squinting at the teacher like she was trying to see through murky water. I looked at him again, ignoring the glimpse of Leo, like really looked at him. He looked like the average old teacher guy but he gave me a very strange feeling. It was similar to the feeling I got when I sensed monsters only times ten. He was either a very strong monster or something more...I really hoped that it wasn't something more.

The bell rang signaling the end of the day where all the good kids are on their busses leaving or driving away in their cars and the bad kids are in detention. The bell ended and I watched the teacher, he didn't say anything. He didn't introduce us or go on about how there is no talking in detention, no homework, no nothing. He didn't lecture us about how we got here and how we were really lucky to be here only for three days and if it were up to him it would be three months. Yahta, yahta, yahta.

I think he's a monster. I wrote down on a piece of paper and handed it to Annakeyla slyly, keeping my eyes on the teacher the entire time.

She nodded. That or something else outta Hades.

She stood up from her desk and walked over to the teacher. Idiot. Why, why would she do that? The conversation was quick and easy. The teacher looked like he was checking out Annakeyla then his eyes went over to my prying ones. His eyes scanned my body over once, twice, several times then went back to looking at Annakeyla's boobs.

Annakeyla seemed certain of who he was now. "Phobos, what are you doing here?" she demanded with a hand on her hip.

"Hades sent me to watch...you guys." He dragged on the watch a little too long for comfort and I was thinking that maybe most of the watching he was planning on doing had nothing to do with Hades.

"Gods, why?"

"Why thank you and cause he kinda wants to kill your silver friend and he thinks you're annoying. Oh and he hates you."

"Phobos—why don't you go back to Hades?"

Her arm flinched like a toddler getting their yearly flu vaccine and I heard her take in a quick breath of air, the look of fear in her eyes was prominent.

"Belonephobia," Phobos said with a smile, "Don't you love the suffix of that word?"

"You cocky, annoying, arrogant, stupid bas—" She didn't get to finish her list of insults because just then the old teacher guy pulled her over his desk and onto his lap. He turned into a teenage guy half way through the motion. His bald spot filled in with dark think black hair and his eyes gleamed crimson. His strong muscles rippled when he placed his hand over Annakeyla's mouth to keep her from talking. She didn't look as shocked as I would have been.

I could have just looked down at my papers and started doodling and pretending that this is all completely normal. It wouldn't be the right thing to do. It would be wrong if I let the girl who saved my life basically two times to get raped on my watch. Then again...if I don't see it then it never happened. I looked up just to make sure that she was still alive. She looked quite uncomfortable sitting on the boy's lap but she was still alive.

Belonephobia. What was that? It sounded like the fear of, like, bologna. How could a person be afraid of a lunch meat? How could a person ever eat a sandwich ever again? That has to be the worst phobia yet! I knew what Arachnophobia was because in my last foster home I lived with a bunch of Arachnophobes. The used to put tape on all of the window sills and door ways so that the spiders couldn't get in-which btw made it very difficult to sneak out at night too. Once I brought a bunch of spiders in the house a freaked them out. They all ran out of the house only to realize that there were spiders outside too. Ha-ha that was a really, really fun night. I think Emily and I were laughing for a good hour.

Anyway. Fear of bologna is like...whoa. The person would be like afraid of meat then that means they would have to be like a vegetarian or something. Maybe even a vegan. I lived with a vegan family once. All of their food was made from scratch and fungus. I usually ordered pizza after dinner. The soup was good but since they didn't eat butter or eggs the bread wasn't very good neither was the French toast or spaghetti.

"Terd." I finished for Annakeyla. I assumed that she was going to say bastard because it fit the best with all of her insults but who knew maybe she was calling him a large fish. That would fit, being the demigoddess of Poseidon and all.

She muttered "Thanks" against Phobos's hand.

"Your little silver friend thinks belonephobia is the fear of bologna. Would you like to tell her what it really is?" he teased, for being the god of fear, his voice sounded very seductive.

"Uh. Mister teacher god sir." I said slowly. Phobos looked down at me with amusement written all over his face. "I'm like seventeen so I don't really have any silver hair yet. Sorry. Oh, and watch it, I could kill you when ever I feel like it. Lastly, I understand what your problem is." I stared at him and ignored the changing visions that were coming from his eyes that made my stomach queasy. I didn't show any fear.

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrow quizzically.

"Yes, you are the god of fear because you are so ugly. The gods made you fear because when someone looks at you they are afraid. Whoever is in charge of making people up in Olympus seriously screwed you."

His jaw clenched and I knew that I was getting to him. "You can't really kill me since I'm a God and all but I can kill you so watch how you're talking to me."

"Yeah, well, I know what I'm afraid of."

"Boys?" He offered. I ignored his remark and continued.

"I'm afraid of ugly faces. And dammmmn you are uh-gly." His grip loosened on Annakeyla's head and I thought that maybe I would actually outsmart a god. I knew using my whits to cut class would pay off.

"You see, I knew there was a reason why I liked Annakeyla and not you. I was going to spare you, but now I am definitely going to kill you."

"You already did." I looked at him and made a few gagging sounds and dying gestures. I closed my eyes and fell back on my chair. I was dead. Not really, but he knew that too.

"I'm really starting to like her, a whole lot more." He said speaking of Annakeyla, hoping to get me to open my eyes so he could show me all of my fears. No such luck for him.

There was a sound from Annakeyla that kind of reminded me of the noise that a dying cow giving birth would make. I gathered that it might just be a snicker. She spoke against his hand but all that I could really make of it was "Ah uz iiiieally iiiike ooooou" I think she was trying to smack talk him about her liking him or something.

"You know you do and I know you do. Remember who my mother is."

I had the weirdest feeling that he wasn't talking to me. I had to get his hands off of her somehow. A plan was forming in my head, it wasn't a very good one nor did I believe that it would work at all but it was better then talking to this creep. I looked at Annakeyla who looked calm but I could tell that she really was freaking out. This guy was strong, strong enough to take both of us maybe.

I heard Annakeyla gasp and then say clearly, "I know your mother well and she tells me these things."

"Not everything."

"Oh, and Adriana, belonephobia means the fear of needles," Annakeyla told me.

"I can't hear you, I'm dead. Your boy friend here is just so ugly that he killed me. I have a phobia of ugly faces." Then I laid limp again like I was still dead.

"He is NOT my boyfriend! And I bet there is an actual phobia of that! I have a phobia of Pho—" She didn't get to finish that statement either because from the sounds of things he covered her mouth again. Jeez Annakeyla just lick his hand!

I counted to ten Mississippi, waiting for Phobos to calm down a little then yelled, "BOS!" as a loud as I could. I opened my eyes to just to piss him off that much more then made more gagging noises and died again.

I heard Annakeyla scream and Phobos's feet hit the ground, walking towards me. I heard his knife come out of his pocket. I started to rethink my plan since it wasn't really going that well. I opened my right eye slowly to see that Phobos was standing over me with an ugly looking knife. Ugly as in my guts will look very ugly across the floor when he cuts them out with it. I dared a quick look at Annakeyla and saw that she was surrounded by needles. I guess I'm doing this alone.

"Woah. You brought me back to life. It's a miracle." I said in false wonder. When Phobos still looked really angry at me I whipped my screwdriver out of my boot and yelled. "Ungaurd!" Like they used to do in the middle ages.

"I will enjoy killing you little silver girl."

"Yeah the only problem is that I don't have any fears." I stuck my tongue out at him. It was childish but his reaction made it worth while.

"Oh, so that blond guy I keep showing you is just some caution, not a fear, no you aren't afraid of him at all." He laughed.

"Blond guy?" I heard Annakeyla gasp in shock. I didn't look at her, damn you Phobos, damn you to...to Mary's special torture chamber in hell! See how you like pink!

"Most of Ar—our, uh, special girls are afraid of guys."

That brought up a memory in my head which just fueled my fire even more. "Special like 'special watch'?"

I lunged at him with my screw driver. I got it pretty deep in his stomach and he started oozing gold stuff. I ran at the wall of needles around Annakeyla and dug through them even through they hurt a lot. I cleared a path for her and helped her out. Phobos managed to get the screwdriver out of him after a lot of problems and chucked it at my head. I ducked quickly only to see the screwdriver go into the wall a good few inches right next to Annakeyla's freaked face. I really couldn't kill him with my bare hands and I hoped that she might just have and extra weapon.

"Thanks." She gasped looking at the needles once more and basically turning green and wincing.

"Yeah, do you have a sharp object?" I asked eyeing Phobos who was pulling out a screw driver and looking very upset.

"My bracelet of course."

"Yes, of course." I rolled my eyes and lunged at Phobos again. He got the screw driver out but looked calmer like he wanted to talk instead of fight. Too bad. "Hey, I bet you're afraid of mirrors because they always break in your face and get you all cut up!"

"I. Am really starting to dislike you." He said calmly and ran at me with his knife. Damn if I had my knife I would have a chance but I don't. That sucks. Annakeyla came at him with a giant ass sword. I looked around wildly for any kind of weapon. Luckily we were in my history room and our teacher had a very old, delicate bow and arrow laying on the desk. Too bad I have no idea how to work one.

I grabbed the weapon off of the desk and my hands seemed to know what they were doing all by them selves. They pulled the string back and I squinted with one eye to get my aim perfect. I was about to release when Annakeyla said, "don't kill him!"

Oh, yeah, because he just wanted to have cookies with us.

"Let's see if I can even hit him alright?" I released the string a little to my right so it would only hit right next to the heart but not in it. To my astonishment it actually hit right where I was aiming.

Hallelujah!

The god growled but disappeared into some really gruesome flames that again showed me some really scary images. I let out a whoosh of air.

"That was fun!" I looked at my bow like it was the Holy Grail. "Gimme some more gods, hey maybe your dad will be willing."

"Ya I don't think he will," Annakeyla said, sounding slightly depressed. Or maybe it was confusion, I couldn't really tell because I don't even think she knew. I didn't care, I was in a great mood and I wanted to go get some arrows for my new found talent.

"Okay, so I guess we can go home now since well, we have no teacher." I shrugged and picked up my bag. It would be okay if I barrowed the bow for a while.

"Guess so," she said in reply with no expression.

"Okay." I walked out of the school whistling. It was a sunny March day out and there weren't any monsters. I left my screw driver back in the class room covered in golden goo but I liked this much more. With some fixing up it might even fit my standards. I think I'm going hunting tomorrow.

Hey I'll have a whole two days to go hunting.