I had one of my usual dreams, nothing like the mirror and those things. It was more like whispers of evil spirits, screams of torture victims, and the rattling door. The door keeps shaking until it looks like it's gonna tear apart. I can never open that door though. I'm not sure if it's just because I always wake up before I do, or because I know what's behind it.

My eyes slowly fluttered open. I was laying on something soft and firm and vibrating?

The entire floor jumped, "Ugh," I heaved. I was still a little drowsy from the knock out punch I just got from the damn horse. I still couldn't figure out how the thing came at me so fast, and I still didn't see any sign of it on the ground. I looked around and realized, I was in the back seat of a freaking cop car with handcuffs on behind my back.

"That's just great, fantastic even!" I told myself. It's not like I couldn't break out of whatever boys town or jail they were gonna send me too, I just hated getting caught. The cops look at you like your a criminal, which I guess I am, and the inmates either want to best friends or kick the crap out of you. My reply is usually 'No, I don't want a hug' ,or 'Yes, you're the "boss" around here I get it Mr. Face tattoo.' It gets annoying fast.

When I woke up enough I got one of the shivers. It was way more painful than before, like my whole body was getting a migraine.

"Aah!" I cried. The guy in the passenger seat looked at me with a worried expression.

"He's up," he said to the driver in a smooth calm voice. It was the same guy from the forest. I wiped my tears, sat straight in my seat as still as stone, took one long slow breath, and waited to calculate my next strike. The pain dialed back a bit, but still kept buzzing inside every limb. It felt like it was looking over me, to make sure I finished the job. Gods, I swear I really didn't want to kill him, but if I didn't even try I felt like I might go into a fit of seizures or something. I don't even want to know what would happen if I hesitated at the chance to finish him.

"Really? I thought he was just talking in his sleep again," the driver said in a deep, gravely voice. From what I could see this guy was huge. He could probably take on a couple gorillas with his bare hands no problem. The only thing about him that didn't really seem like a bear with thumbs is the rainbow tattoo on his shoulder.

"Man, we should have given him that extra dose like Annabeth said," he told him with regret.

"Don't worry we're almost there anyway, but I still don't know why we're doing this, even after he tried to kill you."

"That doesn't matter he's half-blood, so we have to take him whether he like's it or not." I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. By now I figured out that I probably wasn't going to jail, but it couldn't be much better.

"How do you know he's a half-blood?"

"Because no mortal could fight the way he did, and the ambrosia didn't kill him," he said in a matter of fact tone. He turned to me, "Sorry that Blackjack kind of knocked you unconscious and everything, but thanks to our incredible medical skills there isn't a hoof mark on your forehead." I only stared blankly straight ahead. The shivers usually come back when I'm resisting or pretty much doing anything, but trying to kill what I'm supposed to. I think that if I tried anything else I would've probably just screamed my head off from the pain.

"I guess he doesn't feel like talking," the buff guy remarked.

"I guess," he replied back.

I noticed, after a while, that we were surrounded by strawberry fields on both sides. It seemed a little familiar. It's been a long time since I'd had a strawberry, it felt like an eternity. The pain grew a little sharper. I started thinking of ways to kill him, and the pain dulled slightly. After all this, I think I'm going to invent a word that can describe how much I hate the shivers. Blipidoo? Yeah, these shivers were starting to really blibidoo me off. Nope, just sounds dirty.

We started to drive up a large hill, and I noticed a big pine tree. It didn't catch my attention because of the golden bag o' fur on the branches, but because there was a giant dragon curled up beneath it. We started getting closer and closer to the tree, and couldn't help but have this nagging feeling in my gut, like one more thing was going to screw things up. I felt more shiver's.

"Aah," I screamed so loud I thought my voice would break. That must have been the word of day with how much I've screaming it. My pain spiked like never before. I didn't just smell them, I could feel them. I sensed hundreds of them, innocent people that I needed to kill. This was worse than I've ever felt the shivers. It was like ants crawling under my skin, eating me alive.

"Dude, what the hell is wrong? Stop yelling," he ordered trying to shout over me. Then his wincing face turned into an expression of dread, "Oh crap. Floor it man, we're being followed."

"It's okay," the driver ensured us, "We just need to get over this h..." Crash. He was interrupted by me promptly flying out the back window. I didn't jump out or anything. It was like I hit a brick wall, but the car went through it somehow. With all that force I bounced back a few feet and smacked my head on the pavement road.

Compared to what kind of shit I already had, this was nothing. It felt more like a flick to the back of the head. When I stopped bouncing on the pavement like a rubber ball I just started writhing in pain. There was nothing I could do. Everything causing the pain was on the other side a god damn force field. I didn't realize I was in a damn marvel comic.

Then the police car backed out in front of me. I got up faster than they could open the door. Every part of me was focused on them, especially the one with the glowing sword. Like I've said time and time again, I can't help myself. If I didn't kill it would only get worse.

I lunged at him. I couldn't do much with handcuffs on, but it was enough to keep the pain down a little. Plus, who knows, he might kill me. I think I would be okay with something like that if it could stop the shivers. It didn't come to that though.

Not even a second after I took the first step, I felt something snag on the handcuffs. It pulled me back at least ten feet onto the grass. On impact I got the breath knocked out of me, and I was pretty sure I broke my hand. I looked up trying to take in a shaky breath. There was a very large, and angry lizard looking down at me with unforgiving eyes.

Before I could get up, the dragon latched it's jaws around my torso. It's teeth were like daggers squirming inside of my body. The thing shook me around, like a dog playing with a dead squirrel, and let go, shooting me like a bullet towards a tree.

Those few seconds in between, I've never felt more at peace. This was how it was going to end, and I was okay with that. No one else would die because of my selfishness to end my pain. I could be free from this stupid curse. I don't even remember my head crashing against the tree, I only remember the weightlessness as I closed my eyes. It was almost like drifting off to sleep, while waking up from a bad dream. I didn't die though. It wasn't that simple, it never is.