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—Chapter 3—

Eleanor

Eleanor sat in a McDonalds booth with Gaston, who was eating two trays of Chicken McNuggets and Big Macs. He was looking underneath girls' skirts that walked by, receiving angry stares from fathers and boyfriends.

"I am going to kill Scar when we get out of here," she muttered. "It smells worse than the Underworld here, and that's saying a whole damn lot."

Gaston grinned smugly. "The customers aren't half bad. Heh. I suppose you'll be as pretty as them one day, so don't be jealous." He grabbed a fistful of nuggets and shoved them into his face. Eleanor made a disgusted face.

"Grow up, pervert."

"No one's perverted as—"

"Thanks, Sherlock." She flashed a cheeky smile, and he grumbled while sipping on a McShake.

Now, Eleanor thought. Where's our guy?

She glanced down at the picture of a man with dark hair and two scars on his right cheek. There was no one who looked remotely like him, yet Hades told them that he would be here... Why they should trust the lord of the dead was a mystery to her.

"Excuse me, Sir Creeps-a-lot, I'm going to have to ask you and your daughter to leave. But I'm not really asking— leave." She ignored him, and kept scanning the restaurant.

Gaston laughed heartily at the man who approached him. "Daughter? No, no. More like co-worker."

"Co-worker?" He glanced over at Eleanor. "But she can't be any older than eight. Besides, she's too adorable to work for a creep like you."

"Hey, watch it, Garbage Boy. He may be a creep, but I am not adorable," She glared up at him. "So why don't you go back to your pathetic excuse of a—"

It's him.

"You! Gaston, it's him! It's our guy!"

The man blinked. "Do I know you?"

Ignoring him, Eleanor showed Gaston the paper with his picture. "See!"

He snatched the picture from her. "Where the hell did you get this! But... Damn, do I look hot!" He smiled broadly, admiring his picture.

"And they say I'm conceited," Gaston growled. "Let's get him."

"Wait, what? Am I in trouble? If this is about that old lady—"

Eleanor hopped out of her seat angrily. "Shut the hell up!"

He pouted sarcastically, and crossed his arms. "Temper, temper! Didn't your mother ever teach you better?"

A dark look flashed in her eyes. "No. Gaston, open the portal."

"But all these people—"

"Are covered in the mist!" she finished. "Now open it! You're coming with us, Mister..."

"Vrel."

"What the hell kind of name is that?"

"Well, it's inspired by the Latin word—"

"For the last time, SHUT UP!" She walked over and jabbed it at his foot, which he quickly dodged, his McDonalds hat falling off.

"Listen, I don't fight girls—"

Eleanor sprinted forward, gave him a running jumpkick, and landed on his back, pinning him to the floor. She laughed and pointed the knife on his spine. "I can see why."

Gaston called over to Eleanor. "The portal is open! No one opens portals like Gaston!" She replied with a thumbs up.

"Ch-choking... get off m-me..." Eleanor only pushed her heels down harder into his lower back, which was her mistake. Vrel used his own heels to push Eleanor further, knocking her off his back. He stood, his hair disheveled, and retrieved her knife, standing in a battle position. Eleanor herself struggling to get off the ground.

"Don't... move..." he panted, holding up the knife at her.

Dammit... Eleanor looked around frantically. Damn you, Vrel...

Just as Vrel was about to escape, Gaston hit him over the head with a McDonalds tray, scattering various greasy food items on and around their captor.

Maybe he isn't a total idiot after all.

"Uh, thanks, Gaston... Thanks a lot."

He smirked. "What was that?"

She pulled her knife from Vrel's limp fingers. "Now you're pushing it."

"Right," he pointed towards the blue glowing portal in the ground. "Shall we?

"We shall, my ever-so-stupid companion."

Two down, two to go...

Vrel is owned by Lord Vrel. And Leilah from last chapter is owned my Petitprincess. And Disney™ is owned by Walt Disney.

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