Chapter 2: In Mexico

Alright guys, I am back! Only two days since my first chapter, and already 33 people read it! YAY! Here is the next chapter in my story, I hope you enjoy it. And also sorry if this like, isn't that good. It is only my first chapter, and I am also kinda making this up on the go. Well I have a plot, but nothing else.

Disclaimer; I own nothing you know as canon or NASCAR (sadly), or Mexico or even Florida and Sarasota, only Titus the speedy boy.

Titus woke up feeling like crap. His head was pounding, his legs were killing him, and he felt like he had just been but through a paper shredder. "Uggghh" He managed to mumble. Finally feeling strong enough, he opened his eyes which felt like they had anvils attached to them. He was on a beach and he could see some trees up ahead. He mustered his willpower, and finally sat up. "Where am I?" he said out loud. After standing up he decided to look around. "I wonder what time it is. It looks earlier than when i left. I wonder how long I have been gone." He looked down at his electric watch, silently thanking his mom for getting him a waterproof one. "Well its only 3:49, that's about an hour before I left for the beach. I must have been out for about a day. Wonder what day it is." He looked down at his watch again. "Holy crap! Its Wednesday! But I left on a Saturday! That means I missed school, and... oh no my mom! She's gonna be flipping out! I need to get home" i wonder where I am though? He decided to run along the beach until he saw some sort of sign for civilization. He tried to walk normally but once again ended up running down the beach. "Hmm, what happens if I like, walk really slowly?" He tried to move his legs like he was in slow motion. It worked and he started moving like a normal human, but it seemed more tiring than running. "Well I might as well run, I mean it will get me where I need to go faster." He walked down the beach for a few miles. Of course 'walking' is a relative term. To anyone else he would have been going about as fast as a NASCAR.

After going a few miles he saw a village in the distance, about a mile away he tried to stop himself again, and this time succeeded only he ended up falling forward a little bit. But it was still better than his first try. "Man it is hot out here. And all this sand. I dont think this is Florida. He decided that he would walk into town, say he was on a rowboat that got wrecked and ended up here. "Well here goes nothing" He thought as he walked into the town. The first two people he saw were kids who were wearing beat up clothes, and no shoes. When they saw him they ran away shouting "Desconocido! Desconocido!""I wonder what that means? Well I cant stop now." He kept walking and saw no one else except for in one of the houses, he saw a woman in the window, but as soon as he looked at here she shut the blinds. "I wonder why they are scared of me. I mean I cant look that bad. And where is everyone else? Maybe the men are out in the fields, or maybe they are... right in front of me." About 30 men stood in front of him, some holding pitchforks, but most were un-armed. "Umm hello!" He said and tried to look as un-like a 'desconocido' as he could. One of the men in front stepped forward and barked out in spanish "Quien eres?"

"Um, I'm sorry I dont understand you." Titus replied.

The man sighed and said with a thick accent, "American?"

"Yes"

"Who are you and what do you want? We dont appreciate strangers here."

"I'm sorry I don't mean any harm. I just need to know where I am."

"You are in Mexico! Can you not tell?"

"Mexico! B-b-but that's not possible."

"Well its where you are, so you can't complain about it."

"I guess. Also, which way is Florida?"

The man pointed back towards the way Titus had came. "That way"

"Okay thank you, and sorry to be a bother." With that Titus turned around, and ran as fast as he could back to the coast leaving behind only a wake of dust. The townsmen all took a step back, and most muttered small prayers against devils. One of the men walked up to the man Titus had talked to. "Well what do you think of that Tony?"

"I'm not sure" Tony replied. "But I dont think the boy was a threat of means to return." Turning to the rest of the men he barked out "now everyone back to the fields! The grain isn't going to harvest itself!"

Titus was running as fast as he could, he had long ago left the Mexican coast, and was now in the Gulf. After a few minutes he saw land and headed for it. he passed a large rock in the sea, and scared some sea lions off it. "Aah, finally, Florida. now i can go see mom and tell her I'm all right." He got onto land and stopped himself. This time he knew what to expect and didnt fall or anything. He saw a city off into the land a little bit. He ran there, and saw a sign that said "Welcome to Sarasota!" He thought back to when he was little and his mom had taken him here from Tampa to go the the carnival that had come to town there. "I know where I am! Tampa is only a little bit north of here! I could be there in minutes! But wait, I wanna try something. I haven't really sprinted all out this entire time. I wonder if I did, if I could break the sound barrier? That would be so cool!" He went to the edge of town, this time walking like a normal person to catch his breath. He stopped at a place that was relatively flat for quite a ways. "Alright, I can do this. i can do this. I got this. Nothing could go wrong."

"Except you dying" said a little voice in the back of his head. "Stop! I am not gonna die! I can do this"

"Your gonna die, honestly." Titus groaned, "Shut up me! Alright here we go!"

Titus shot off, running as fast as his legs would let him go. Suddenly, he felt something seem to kick in on his legs, and he barely had time to hear the massive sound concussion as he broke the sound barrier, and the world bent around him.

When Titus finally stopped, he was heaving and tired, but never had felt more alive. "WOOOOOOOOOHH!" He shouted and threw his fists in the air! "Oh yeah baby! Thats how its done!" After he finally caught his breath he remembered why he was in such a rush to get home. "Oh man my moms gonna kill me!" "Well if she can catch me." He thought with a grin before heading towards town.

And there! Another chapter is up! I hope you guys liked it! And yes, i actually googled those places and words. Desconocido means strangers, and qien eres means who are you? I even looked up Sarasota, and it is south of Tampa so it all works out! I love it when things do that :D I had alot of fun writing this so please leave a review and tell me what you want to happen next. I think next chapter he is gonna go see his mom and find out his heritage *cough* Hermes is his dad *cough* and then head to camp after he gets his weapon that he got for his 12th birthday! Also I just realized I never gave a description of him! Bad me! Bad me *slaps himself with waffle* Anyways, he is about 5'9 and has blonde hair, with green eyes. No freckles, and olive colored skin. Think Jason/Percy mix with the height of like Connor. Anyways, peace out my peeps! Enjoy life and always remember, a pig in the box is worth Washington's teeth any day!

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