Chapter Fourteen
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or HoO series. I do own all of the OCs mentioned, except for Walker. He belongs to Star Holder Commander.
Nico's POV
I was starving, and Kyra was too. We were both pretty thirsty as well, but we didn't trust the water pump over by the door enough to drink from it.
Kyra had done nothing but pace around the giant dungeon ever since she had gotten over the shock of what her dream had shown her. She would mutter to herself every now and again, then shake her head and keep on pacing.
If that wasn't enough to worry me, I could feel her fading more and more as the minutes ticked on. Yet she seemed okay on the outside. She didn't look much worse as she had a week ago, but then, it was really dark in here and hard to see much of anything. Gods knew what we would look like in the sunlight.
"Nico," she says. Her voice held such urgency that it startled me.
"Yea, what is it?" I ask.
"What do you think would happen if I shot an arrow up at the ceiling?
I was slightly confused as to what was so important about this question, but I shrug and answer anyway. "I dunno. It'd probably just smack into it and then come back down. You might damage the point depending on how hard it hits it. Why?"
"Because since we've been in here for so long, my eyes have gotten adjusted to the darkness, and I think I see something up there like a pressure point. If I can hit it, maybe that will just bring the whole thing down,"
"If you think there might be, by all means, try. I'm pretty damn sick of being locked up in here."
She nods and touches her pendant. That was always one of my favorite things to watch her do after she chose the bow. She touched that sun pendant with such delicate fingers, almost as if she were stroking a baby's hair. The way she handled the weapon itself, it was almost like it was her child.
"Okay, so if this works and the latch does come undone and the doors open, it will probably be bright out. Then the guards will be notified and a few of them will come down here to see what's going on. At that point, I'll have this put back up as if I had never used it and I'll be sitting on the floor with you. Hopefully, it will look like we had just been sitting here when this thing decided to malfunction and open,"
"What will we do then to get out?"
"We'll take out the guards and steal their uniforms, then lock them in here and try to find Mike. No one should notice they're gone for at least thirty minutes,"
"Sounds like a plan."
She nods and looks up, trying to find the pressure point. She takes out an arrow, one of the heavy vibration ones, and notches it. It zips through the air faster than lightening and I hear it strike the metal with a loud clang.
We wait, still as rocks and deadly silent. A beat passes and I give up hope, it hadn't worked. Kyra sighs and slings her bow around her, and it transforms back into the sun pendant around her neck.
She starts to walk back over to me, then I hear an awful screeching sound. Metal against metal. I look up, and smile. The doors were pulling apart, not very smoothly, but they were opening. The pressure point Kyra had hit seemed to just make the whole thing fall apart on itself. It must have been one of those "do not trigger this thing unless it's a dire emergency and there is no other escape option" point.
But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that she had done it. The doors were opening and silvery moonlight was pouring in. In the distance, I could hear a shrill siren going off. Guards would be here any minute.
Something catches my attention at the corner of my eye. I look and see a small, barely visible, ladder on the other side of the room. It was hidden in a corner, the walls built up around it making a sort of shaft. There was just a small space to squeeze through to get to it, but it was big enough.
"Kyra," I breathe, getting to my feet.
"What?"
I point to the ladder and she looks in that direction, her eyes growing incredibly wide.
"How did we not notice that before?" she asks.
"We were in the dark most of the time. And the rest of time Daemon was torturing us so we were too blinded from pain to see anything,"
I grab her hand and pull her to her feet. She looks at me, uncertainty in her green eyes.
"C'mon, we don't have much time,"
"But what about Mike, I'm not just going to leave him here in the hands of Osiris. There's no telling what he's been doing to him,"
I sigh. I didn't want to leave here without him just as much as her. But there wasn't another option. We didn't even know if guards were actually going to come down here or just fix the doors with a press of a button from the outside.
I hesitate, then pull her forward towards the ladder. "We're coming back, I promise. We're coming back with lots of help, and really soon. But in order to save Mike, we have to get out of here first. Otherwise, we're just going to rot away in here, in the hopes that our children will some day find us,"
She looks at me, then to the ladder. "I—I guess you're right. I don't want to leave without him and I feel like I'm being an awful mother just abandoning him like this but—"
I cut her off. "You're not abandoning him. We're getting backup and then coming straight back,"
She looks at the ladder again, then reluctantly grabs the first rung and starts climbing up. I knew doing this was going against every cell in her body, but we had to. We can't help Mike any other way.
A/N:
Annnnnd they're out! I know you guys are probably all screaming at me for making them leave Mike, but the other option was to go with Kyra's original plan and like she said, they'd only have about thirty minutes to search the whole place for Mike. That's definitely not enough time. And who's to say some other guard wouldn't find them roaming the halls and not recognize them and take them straight to Osiris?
Uuuugh, I'll be working four days this week, around twenty hours in all. My teacher got a gargantuan order from this locally owned resort/hotel that she's been making a new line of dishware for for the past few months. They just keep ordering more and more. The plates are what are a pain in the ass to make. I have to roll out giant slabs of clay and then compress and smooth out the clay two or three times and then I have to cut them to shape with the template we have and lastly, I have to set them up in our moulds and put them outside if it's sunny or in front of the fan to dry out. There's a bunch of other stuff I have to do after they've dried out enough, but that's just what I have to do to get them started.
Hopefully, she'll teach me how to throw the small cereal/oatmeal bowls tomorrow so I can do something I actually like, which is getting my hands muddy :)
I really haven't done much at all this week besides schoolwork. Though today my dad and I went to drop off some stuff at one of the resale stores we have in town and I had put in one of my chairs that's usually in my room. Long story short, the other night I was burning a candle and glanced over to see that it had melted down the side, filled up the tray it was in, and was dripping off the shelf it was on and onto the said chair below.
Well, the chair was covered in this swayed, fuzzy blue fabric and the wax just soaked into that. Soo, the chair was ruined and I didn't want it anymore, but it wasn't really broken so I decided to donate it.
But anyway, we were about to leave after dropping the stuff off and my dad asked if I wanted to go anywhere else and I said, "Well, I kinda need a new chair for my room now." So we went inside the resale shop and looked around and I found this magenta chair that looks kinda like an older school chair, kinda like the ones attached to the desks, except it was just by itself. Then I also found this cool swivel stool and it's beautiful! My dad went ahead and sanded it and refinished it when we got home and it's like this really pretty pecan wood. He's going to put on the gloss tomorrow and then it'll be all ready!
Then right before we went to check out, we came across four dining room chairs and they looked like they'd go perfectly with our table. The chairs that came with our table are pretty much shit and they're really wobbly and unstable, my dad has had to fix each one at least once, and one of them actually just fell apart a few years ago. So we got those too...So yea, we came home with six fucking chairs in the back of the truck..
M/A:
"'Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missin' out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through'"
Jesus by Brand New
(This band is fucking incredible, by the way. I highly recommend checking them out)
XOXO,
Mrs-diAngelo25
