Author Notes: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. If you were here in the Philippines, you would know why. It's elections and my family is VERY involved with politics. It sucks. I hate politics and anything that has to do with the government. My dad was recently almost shot inside his car, but then instead, the one who really got hurt was the driver. I was crying and I had a major writer's block because I couldn't think of anything. The only thing I seemed capable of doing was to swim. Seriously. I don't know why. So I just swam a lot and now I have a slight tan. Okay, but enough about me.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Sorry again for the delay! I tried to make it as long as possible. So far, this is my longest one so...

Random Fact: Justin Bieber is stuck in my head.

6

Welcome To The New Déjà Vu.

Okay so I just want to start off this chapter with saying something about the title. Welcome To The New Déjà Vu. Do you know what song that line is from? Well, it's okay. It doesn't matter if you don't. All that you're supposed to know is that it is somewhat relevant to what happens in this chapter. This part of my life is a short one. In fact, it only lasted for two hours. Part of these two hours were spent in the back seat of another taxicab. Do you know where this taxicab was headed? Yup. You guessed it. Camp Half-Blood. (If you were thinking the Seven Eleven or Disneyland or something, well then you're obviously wrong, and have me wondering why the hell you're reading this.)

If you were smart enough, I think you could tell that I'm a music person. I had always been passionate and completely in love with it. I literally could. Not. Live. Without. It.

Car rides were suddenly so damn awkward. I had never hated them or something like that. I actually liked car rides, or road trips. I'd rather be stuck in a car for ten hours than take an airplane to my destination. Nope. I didn't care how fast it took to get where I wanted. I honestly just didn't like moving. I wasn't the lazy type, but I'd rather sleep than exercise or whatever. The radio was playing some soft tune with the volume turned down. That suddenly made me detest the stupid cabbie. He obviously didn't mind the awkwardness roaming inside the car. Stupid. Cabbie.

Then again, something positive actually came out of the silence. I had some kind of epiphany. It was some sort of amazing realization. Did you know that feeling when something so obvious was staring right at you and it took you so freaking long to find out about it? Well that was pretty much the feeling. Out of nowhere, I slapped the heel of my palm against my forehead and smiled.

"Oh my God." I said.

Logan turned to me slowly.

"What?"

"Did you notice?" I asked him. "Did you notice that whenever you sit down, you suddenly run out of things to talk about? I mean, think about it. I'm sure you have friends. And I'm sure you talk more when you're walking and not sitting down, right? Right?"

Okay, okay, I know. It wasn't that amazing. But it was true and even you know it. It took me at least 2 minutes to realize how stupid I looked. Chiron turned his head slightly towards me and stared. Even the taxi driver was giving me an awkward look through his rearview mirror.

"Oh my gods, you're right!" Logan exclaimed.

I grinned.

"Told you." I said.

Insert awkward pause here.

Logan and I were just looking at each other until I finally decided to just look the other direction. He blushed, scratching the back of his ear, and turning away too. I looked out the window. First of all, there were skyscrapers everywhere. Some buildings were so tall; I couldn't even see the top anymore. It made me wonder which one was Olympus. Well, I guess I had to just keep my eyes peeled for a building with six hundred floors. Next, there were subways in every corner and people rushing around. The sidewalk and the street looked equally packed. I couldn't even see the asphalt under the people's feet. Everyone was on cell phones, talking business or just plain talking. I couldn't spot anyone that didn't look busy at all.

Hello New York.

I had that sudden urge to break out into song and dance of New York New York. I suddenly loved this place. There was no such thing as slowing down. Everything was head-on and dead-set on something. There wasn't time to think. It was just time to do something about it. I didn't know where all these things that were popping in my head came from, but it gave me a rush in my brain. I closed my eyes and stopped looking out the window because of the slight headache I was getting from just staring at the beautiful city. If this was New York, how much more amazing would Paris be? God, I didn't even know how Paris was related to any of this, but I decided that I would just think about it for a while. Ow. I think New York is giving me a migraine.

I was here. I was actually here. Now, I had another awkward feeling in me. Weird, I was feeling a lot inside me lately. Maybe I had eaten something weird. I don't know. I wouldn't know. I didn't care. I was in New York. Holy crap. This was all real. This wasn't a joke. I'm seriously a demigod. Oh. My. God. Chiron wasn't kidding. He seriously went through all the trouble to take me to camp. Oh my God. There was seriously a camp! I wasn't hallucinating! This better not just be another dream. Because this was definitely one dream that I would never want to wake up from. Amazing. I'm a demigod. I just loved how that sounded. Demigod. Demigod. Demigod. Demigod. I was half-god. HALF-FUCKING-GOD. How amazing am I? Yes. Very. Seriously. I felt invincible and holy at the same time. I felt like Jesus' sister. I WAS SO AMAZING RIGHT NOW. I could have jumped out of the moving car and lived and come out unharmed. Half god. Half blood. Demigod.

Huh. That was weird.

Okay, I know I sounded so excited and so into it right now, but then that awkward feeling settled. I was forcing myself to be happy about this. I couldn't really believe it. I wasn't in shock or anything. Well, I was at first, but then I just believed it and hung on to Chiron's words. I had no choice. That was it. I just had nothing to believe in so I just believed him. I felt so naïve, believing everything. Truth be told, I had no idea what was going on and just went with it. It was like: you're a demigod. Okay. Your dad is Apollo. Okay. He's the sun god. Okay. You're half god. Okay. You're getting shipped off to camp. Sure, whatever.

It was just like that with me. I didn't like questioning things. I just wanted to know it. If you told me to do something, I'd do it. And I guarantee you no questions. I didn't understand why people couldn't just be like that. Couldn't you just understand and move on with life? That was just how I saw things. But seeing my point of view right now wasn't helping what I was thinking.

Chiron told me that most demigods cry, or break into tears once they find out. I mean, they finally know where they came from! They know who their other parent is! Hoorah. You're dad's not dead. He's a god. Your mother lied to you. Boo-hoo. Chiron said that that was usually the story. You grow up thinking that the other half of you is gone forever, then before you turn thirteen, you're mortal parent drops the bomb on you. You're father/mother isn't dead. Whoops. Sorry for not telling you. It was for your own good. Blah. Blah. Blah. And more crap.

Me? I never had that. There wasn't a bomb of truth (WTF. Did I just use "bomb of truth"?) dropped right on my lap. I guess I just wasn't one of the lucky ones—not that demigods were really considered lucky. It was more of unfortunate, really. Okay, unfortunate was an understatement.

IT SUCKED.

I hadn't even started camp and I could already tell. Giving up your completely normal life to fight off monsters and serve the gods? Sure, it might sound awesome at first. I know you. You wanna be a demigod, don't you? You just wish you were one right now. Yeah, well be careful what you wish for. It's gonna bite you in the butt someday.

I didn't know what I wanted. Did I want to be like the other demigods? Did I want to break down and cry? Did everything really have to sink in? I wondered why I wasn't like that. I had never been extremely emotional or something, but I wasn't dead. I just wished that I had felt something more. I wanted the feeling that the others had when they found out. I wanted that beautiful rush move through my veins when I found out that I had a father. It was funny, actually. Here I was, driving through New York City, not excited or scared, knowing exactly who he was.

And then there was my mom.

I didn't like bringing her up very much. Maybe it was because it was her fault that my life turned out so screwed up. Maybe it was because she left me in this world to survive on my own without any warning that I was out to be killed. Or maybe I just missed her. I tried not to think of her, though she always caught up with me in my dreams. I barely knew her and I was dreaming about her? It was like some random, beautiful woman just popping up in my dream. I hated it, really. I wanted to know something from her. I didn't. I hated that.

What I also hated was why I was just suddenly thinking about things like that. I was in some kind of reverie of thought.

"Nikki. Hello. Wake up."

I blinked, taking me back to reality. Logan was waving his palm over my eyes. I blinked again, instinctively slapping his hand away from my face.

"What?" I said to him. I was suddenly kind of mad at him for that.

"Nothing." He replied. "You just kind of spaced out."

I exhaled, embarrassed.

"Oh. Um. Then, what do you want?"

"Well, I…"

"Stop fighting." Chiron said.

"We're not fighting." Logan said.

"Hey, what's that?" I asked, poking his backpack.

"What?"

"That." I pointed at the two sticks poking out of his bag. "Are those drumsticks?"

"Um. Well, technically…"

I reached out to pick them up when Logan took my wrist. I stared at his hand gripping mine.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said.

I narrowed my eyes.

"You're selfish."

"I am not selfish."

"We're pretty lucky, you know." Chiron cut us off.

I just frowned and looked blankly at him as he adjusted in his seat beside me.

"Usually, campers are killed off before they even reach camp." Then he turned to me. "Nikki, you're actually in danger right now."

"Why?"

"Because," he said, "Logan's here."

I shifted my attention to Logan. He just gave a wide-eyed look and turned away. I tried to focus on something else, and decided to just stare at one of the decors of the cab. It had cheap stickers on the windows and the leather of the seats had holes in them. Some of the yellow sponge under the cushion had spilled out over the sides. The only thing that really stood out was a little bear keychain. No, it was the cute little teddy bear kind. It was a bear's head on a keychain. It was the grizzly bear type, with it's mouth wide open as if it was shot right between a roar. It was ugly, actually. Disgusting, in my taste. A bear's head? Really? Gross.

"So, I'm lucky?" I said, breaking the sudden silence. I always hated those damn silences. I didn't know why, but I was having a lot of them lately.

"Yes, extremely." Chiron nodded. "But still. You should learn to defend yourself, because there ar—"

"You're wrong. Because you aren't going to be so lucky this time."

We all turned to the cabbie. He had on a snarl on his face, but a wide smile nonetheless. I shivered. He gave me the creeps.

"What are you—"

Before I knew it, the car stopped and he was on top of me. I didn't know what to do. I just started yelling, "Rapist! Rapist!"

My heart was pounding. Only then did I see how he really looked. It scarred me for life and made my brain hurt just looking at him. He wasn't real. He couldn't be real. He couldn't be. His bodies made me want to throw up.

"Nikki! Move!"

I couldn't move. I tried to block his punches over my face. He drove knives towards me. I barely dodged them, some of the blades sticking only inches from my heart was racing. What did he want? I yelped and tried to kick him off me. Successfully, he stumbled back against the seat. I froze, staring at him once more. His bodies scattered everywhere. Three of them sprouted from his single head, each wearing their own set of clothing. I bit my lip. I just stared at him.

"Nikki! Run!" I turned around. Outside, Logan was yelling at me to do all these things. I realized I was alone in the car with…the thing. I opened the door shakily, scrambling outside. My legs were giving up on me. I felt as weak as ever.

Get a grip, Nikki. It's no big deal. Just some pedo with three bodies, right? Nothing to be afraid of…

Right?

Chiron. God. Please help me.

I felt that Christian part inside me tug at my stomach. What did the priest say again? Pray? Oh my God. I couldn't believe it. Myself of all people was thinking of prayer and God and Jesus. One of my step-aunts had given me a silver crucifix necklace for my twelfth birthday. I touched my neck where I wore it. I hadn't even taken it off since then. I wasn't even sure why I was still wearing it since there wasn't just God anymore. There were gods. My dad I was a god. I was half-god.

I felt Chiron grab my shoulder and toss me towards the pavement. I groaned as my shoulder blade hit the asphalt. I felt pain and bruises in my body, crushing against the floor. My skin scraped against the rough road.

"Geryon!" Chiron shouted, taking out a bow. A bow. Oh my God. Wow. He was using a bow. Hasn't anyone ever thought of bringing a gun?

The cabbie rushed out the taxi and pulled out knives from his pocket. I just shrieked and ducked behind a tree. Logan jumped back inside the car and dragged his backpack behind him.

"Think fast!"

He pulled out the drumsticks and tossed me one, accidentally hitting me square in the head.

"I said, think fast!" he yelled.

"Well you should know that I don't think very fast!" I yelled back, rubbing my forehead. I grumbled, picking up the drumstick.

"Click it!" he shouted.

"What?"

I looked at him as he did some trick with the drumstick, magically transforming it into a sword. My eyes widened. He lunged for the thing (yes. I think I'll be calling the driver with three bodies, "the thing" now.) And he just kept driving the stick/sword into his bodies. I watched, frozen. Oh my God. He was crazy. The driver just groaned, taking every stab. This was disgusting, and disturbing, and gross. I was going to be sick, or pass out. Either one. I didn't care. I just wanted to get away. I wanted to go home. I didn't want to see what I was seeing. I didn't want to be a demigod if this is everyday life.

The thing (Haha. Calling it that just made me think of that guy in Fantastic Four) finally jerked to the side, dodging Logan's knife and sticking it into the ground. Logan unsuccessfully tried to tug it out, gave up and ran behind the car and started spilling out the contents of his backpack.

"Shit." I heard him curse and look helpless. I stared at the drumstick in my hand and sighed. If I wasn't going to be any help, then might as well let someone do my job for me.

"Logan!" I shouted, "Think fast!"

He looked up at the sound of his voice, getting his head bonked with the drumstick. I almost broke into a laugh, but decided against it. I shouldn't be laughing. He quickly gathered his wits and picked up the stick and did the same with the other one. I watched them fight off the taxi driver. I had a weird need to call 911 right now. We were in the middle of the road, being attacked by the cabbie. What are the chances of that? Chiron was out of his wheelchair and shooting arrows at the thing. If I couldn't trust the police, then I wouldn't know whom to trust. I just jumped behind the taxi and sat there. I closed my eyes and hugged my legs to my chest.

Pussy. Get up. Stop being one.

I am not a pussy.

Pussy.

Fuck off.

Hey, put up or shut up, right?

I groaned, getting up slowly. I had to do something. Logan was wrestling the monster. They grabbed each other on the hands and pushed the weight back. My heart pounded. One of—Geryon, was it?—Geryon's legs kicked forward and slapped against Logan's knee, letting him lose his footing and sending him tumbling back. Chiron was clopping towards Geryon, shooting arrows as he approached quickly. He wasn't going to die. I watched each of the arrows stick itself into one of his bodies—ugh. It still made me sick that he had…bodies. It was useless. I ran over to Logan, unsure what to do. I wanted to help, but I didn't want to get hurt. Hah. I couldn't believe myself. I was such a wuss.

I bent over Logan. He was trying to get to his feet but failing.

"Get up!" I yelled in his face.

"You could at least help, you know!" he said.

I pushed at his side and got him up. He ran back towards the spot where he had dropped his sword. I sprinted towards the back of the taxi again. He picked up his weapon and yelled at me.

"Think fast!"

I gasped.

"No!"

I was not going through this again.

I raised my hands to my face. The last I saw was the swords hurling towards me. I shut my eyes, feeling a sharp stinging in my palm. I screamed, opening my eyes. There was a big slice right on my palm. Blood dripped off on each corner.

"Look what you did!" I screamed at Logan.

"You really need to learn how to manage your ADHD." He said, running towards me.

"I'm bleeding!"

He turned to me. There was a huge gash on his face, blood pulsing out. I stepped back.

"Ew."

I wasn't sure why I even said that. It was just the first thing that came to mind. He rolled his eyes and reached for his other sword. I picked up the one he had thrown at me with my not-bleeding hand. It was heavy in my hands. Well, I wouldn't really know if it was heavy because I had never really held a real sword in my hand. I couldn't be sure if this was the standard weight or something.

"Um…" I said to him. "I think I'm better with a gun."

He gave me a straight face. I blushed, feeling stupid.

"Never mind." I said. "Ahem. We have monster to fight off?"

"Oh, right. I knew that." Logan replied.

He returned to trying to pull his sword out of the road. I sighed, shaking my head and walking over beside him.

"Hold this." I shoved the one he had given me against his chest. He stumbled back slightly.

I gripped the hilt of his sword and pulled it upwards. I pushed all my weight against it, the blood rushing out of my fingers. There was a crack, and the sword clattered out of my hands and onto the floor.

"Oh." Logan said. "Thanks."

He picked it up and handed back his other one to me. He gestured me to follow him. We ducked behind a stray rock.

"What is that anyway?" I asked, pointing at the taxi driver. Chiron was fighting him off with more arrows.

"Geryon." Logan whispered. "I thought he was dead…but I guess not…"

"How do we k—"

"We can't kill him." He said as if he read my mind. "Well, unless we…but he doesn't have it right now so we can't…Chiron might have…but how would have known that we would…well it's possible…I mean we could check his bags…I wouldn't know but…"

He kicked off the rock and pulled my elbow.

"H-Hey!" I jerked out of his grasp.

Logan opened the door of the cab and unzipped Chiron's bag. He rummaged through his stuff and finally brought out a single arrow. It was pure gold with green steam coming out the tip. It looked different compared to the rest of the arrows that he normally used. It looked a little bit more…dangerous.

"Logan, how did he get that past the airport security?"

"That's not important right now." He said, "Chiron! Think f—"

I slapped his cheek.

"Not everyone can think very fast!" I shouted.

He shrugged.

"And by everyone did you mean yourself?"

I slapped him again.

"Ow! Okay, okay fine."

He sprinted towards them and tossed the arrow towards Chiron. He caught it barely, the tip stinging him slightly as he aligned it with the bow. I ran towards both of them. Geryon was lunging for Chiron. Instantly, my senses acted up and I jumped between them. I pushed him against the ground. I grabbed the hilt of the sword and just kept stabbing it into his throat. I felt that uneasy feeling again. What was I doing? Holy crap. I felt like some mental escapee patient. I was killing someone. Something. It was just like what Will did to Portia.

I collapsed backwards, my will just giving up on me. My heart pounded, slowing. I rolled off and tried to catch my breath. Shit, I was crazy. I was crazy. Geryon stood up and towered over me. I closed my eyes. What else was there to do? In thirty seconds, I would be dead. I felt weak.

There was a clopping noise.

I looked up.

Chiron pulled the string of his bow back, narrowed his eyes, and let go. In a split-second, the arrow was embedded in Geryon's forehead. There was a small sizzling sound and green smoke erupted from the wound. Geryon turned a sickly shade of green before collapsing to the ground.

And right before my eyes, his bodies disintegrated along with his head. I keeled over. I couldn't think of anything else to say. I looked at the empty space on the ground; the wreck and bad excuse of a taxi; the cracks on the ground…

I didn't know what else I could say to fit this scene.

"Holy. Crap."

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PLEASE REVIEW! I love every kind of reviews (except for the mean, bitchy, unhelpful ones...) I really do appreciate constructive criticism. Don't just say, "It's really bad." Like, please tell me what else I'm going to have to improve on.

So I wrote this chapter because I just had to. I know that a freaking car ride isn't so important, but I just thought that I shouldn't just be so lucky. I mean, me/Nikki (we have the same name so what's the point in calling my character 'Nikki' when everything about her technically based on myself) has to be attacked, some day, right?

Okay. That's it for me. PLEASE REVIEW! I REALLY APPRECIATE IT. Thanks!

--- Nikki.