A/N- Hey everybody! Don't worry, I didn't forget about you. Anyways, I'm back with another update. So…here goes!

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Chapter 10: Help

Khristi's POV

Well, this was just great. Phil "saw something", so of course he had to go investigate. Not to mention that he was the only one in our group who had enough musical talent to fill a spoon. So now, of course, we had to figure out how to get past the Doors of Orpheus. Did I mention that I hate the Underworld? Bad memories…mainly involving Ami. Not to mention that we now know that Ami's alive again. My day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?

"So, where do we go now?" Travis asked, jerking me out of thoughts. I realized that Phil and Jonah had disappeared, leaving me staring off into space.

"We head for the Door of Orpheus," I said grimly. "Then we wait in Central Park for Phil and Jonah before figuring out how to get to Seattle."

Connor raised his hand. "One problem."

"What?" I asked, slightly impatient.

"How are we supposed to get to Seattle?"

"We could drive," suggested Travis.

Skylar snorted. "How much of an idiot are you? It'll take days to get to Seattle from Central Park."

"A train?" Connor ventured.

Travis shook his head. "We've had bad experiences with trains. Remember, Connor?"

Connor's eyes lit up. "Oh, yeah. Remember that one time when we blew up the one train?"

"Dude, that was awesome!" Travis yelped.

"Except that then the guy with the pitchfork came after us…" Connor mused.

I was getting confused. "A guy with a pitchfork?"

"Yep," Travis said.

"Why did he have a pitchfork on a train?"

"I don't know," Connor smirked. "Anyways, if we go on a train, I guarantee you something's gonna happen."

"So, no trains." I concluded. "Which leaves a plane. We should be alright. After all, Athena is Zeus' favorite daughter, Aeolus is fine with air travel, and I don't think Hermes has offended anybody lately. Has he?" This last question was directed at the Stolls.

"Um…just Demeter," Travis said.

"And Persephone," Connor added.

"What about Phil and Jonah?" Skylar asked.

"Shoot. I forgot about them. They should be fine, though, don't you think?" I replied nervously.

"Yeah."

"Okay, then. Let's get a move on. This place is giving my the willies." I said.

Suddenly, Connor started to crack up. "The…willies?"

"Yes, the willies," I said, annoyed. "You've heard me say it before. Now shut up and get going."

"Whoa, chill," Connor said.

"Chill? Really? You think I'm gonna just sit back and relax when Ellery, Naomi, and Michael have been kidnapped and Vince is missing? Who do you think you are?" I know, I know, I shouldn't have snapped at them, but I stressed and the four day deadline was starting to get to me.

"Okay, okay, calm down," Connor sighed. "We'll get going. Everybody have their weapons?" Everybody held up a weapon of some sort. Travis kicked at a pile of monster dust and suddenly yelped.

"What?" I snapped.

"Something hit my foot!" Travis dropped to his knees and started sifting through the pile. After a moment, he pulled out a small metal box and held it up triumphantly.

"What is that?" Skylar asked.

"It's a box, obviously," Travis replied. He pried it open. "Oh, shoot." Everybody turned in time to see Travis enveloped by a dark cloud of dust. When it disappeared, everybody was coughing and Travis was gone. A piece of paper fluttered to the floor. I picked it up.

"Well, well. It seems your pathetic little group has won a battle. But the war is just beginning. And it seems I've captured someone else. By the way, Michael Yew has been…most useful."

"Useful? Michael?" Connor snorted.

"He's been giving information," Skylar hissed. "He's joined Nyx's side."

"He would never do something like that!" I defended. "Michael's more loyal then you'll ever be!"

"Whoa, whoa. Calm down," Connor broke in. "We have to be in Central Park in 20 minutes. We don't have any time to spare."

"Fine." Skylar conceded. "Let's get a move on."

So, we walked. And we walked. And we walked some more, until finally we saw the River Styx. The good news? We were on the right side. The bad news? We still had to get past Cerberus. Oh glory. This could get interesting.

Michael's POV

I had almost been asleep when I heard the noises. Key word: almost. It's almost impossible to sleep when there's sand falling on your head. Especially when the said sand is past your knees and if you lay down you'll sink into it and start suffocating. Anyways, I'm off topic. So I was sitting there, trying to rest, when I heard these noises. At first they were muffled, but they soon clarified and developed into voices.

"You know, I'm really not a good prisoner," one said. It sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it.

"You're not a prisoner," A voice I recognized as Nyx's replied. "You're a new recruit."

"But- but I'm not joining you!" I finally recognized the voice as belonging to one of the Stoll brothers. But which one?

"Oh, in time you will. Just like Naomi will. Just like Ellery will."

"What about Michael?"

"Michael? He's not a recruit. He is a prisoner. A useful prisoner, but a prisoner nonetheless."

"So where is he?" I finally pinned the voice as that of Travis.

"That is classified information. Ah, here we are. You can stay here until you make up your mind about joining us." I heard a door opening and closing. Nyx's footsteps receded and disappeared. I was slumping to the floor again when I heard a knock on the wall. I knocked back.

"Who's there?" A voice muttered.

"It's Michael. Michael Yew."

"Michael?"

"No, you blithering imbecile, it's Clarisse. Of course it's Michael!" I scowled.

Muffled laughter came from the other side. "How's prison?" Travis asked.

"Not much fun. I have a job, though."

"A job. You. Really?"

"Yep," I sighed.

"What is it? Scrubbing pots?" Travis queried.

"Worse."

"Worse then scrubbing pots? There's not much worse then that."

"It's leading the troops in their anthem."

"That's not so bad," Travis scoffed.

"It is when the anthem is the moose song," I grumbled.

"Oh. That is bad." Silence for a moment. "There is an upside, though."

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"I'm not the one doing it!" Travis laughed manically. Help me. I'm stuck in prison with Travis Stoll. This will not end well.

A/N- There you go! I know it's short, but at least it's an update. Review?

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