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Chapter 2

As I fell asleep in my little cell tied up like a mummy addicted to Barbie, my mind drifted off to another place, maybe another time. What I saw gave me a little hope, but not much. What can I say, when you're tied up from head to toe like a mummy you rolled all over pink paint, you sort of feel that way.

My vision was swirly, with a slight touch of fog. My dream self rolled her - my? - eyes. Out of the corner of whatever I started to see something.

Everything slowly began to come into my vision. I was in a graveyard, an angel that covered her eyes right behind me. It scared me to death, especially since Mark got me into Doctor Who right before I came here. Well, when I was being scared to death, I found out that I was standing on a gravestone, and screaming your head off does not agree with not having a crumb of balance.

As I rubbed my arm I began to stand, taking in everything as best as I could (with doing my best not to blink). The only thing that stood out besides the weeping angel was a shadowy figure underneath a tree.

"Hello…?" I asked, tip toeing towards the tree, constantly looking back at the statue to make sure it wasn't going to snap my neck or send me back to my ti- wait, does it send people back several millennium?

"Oh!" the shadowy figure exclaimed, running over to meet me. It took off it's hood to reveal the skirt guy from earlier! He extended a hand warmly to me.

"Name's Ramses Stone, we meet earlier."

I groaned, folding my arms. I walked over to the weeping angel and sat at it's feet, having by now happily decided that it was not going to kill me.

"What do you want, Ramses?" I complained, messing with my glasses.

"Listen, you're going to wake up in a meeting. Your ba will be in my body. Everything is going to be explained later. Understand?"

I stared blankly at him, confused at what he meant.

"I'm not a sheep," I grumbled, wondering why he would consider why I would ba.

Ramses face palmed himself. "You don't know a thing about Egyptian magic, do you?"

"That's not true!" I quickly remarked. "I know it's from Egypt."

He shook his head in disappointment. "Just don't say anything, okay?"

Suddenly, the graveyard began to disappear along with Ramses. At least I wouldn't have to hear his yapping anymore. For a second, I just stood there in darkness, until things started to come to.

The first thing that came into my vision was a table like they would have at police stations for interrogations. Then, chairs, flooring, a ceiling, and a glass wall. Yep, definitely a police station. The last things to come in were a group of about 5 people sitting around the table and the other walls.

A blond girl about eighteen, maybe nineteen wore a loose, orange shirt and jeans. A belt was hung around her waist carelessly, as if in a rush and didn't wish them to be on her pants. Her eyes were stormy gray, just like most of John's siblings. She seemed to be the leader of the group based on her posture, but not matter what she said at the time, I couldn't hear her.

A boy sitting next to her, around her age, shook his head. His golden locks spiraled around his head like a halo at that simple act. He wore a tight blue shirt that showed a fantastic build and jeans that were ripped along the legs. His eyes danced in the light magically, as if demanding attention. If I wasn't the only demigod in this time, I would guess he was an Aphrodite kid.

A young girl around the age of seven was practically bouncing off the walls, most likely having been given caffeine. Her black pigtails appeared to be doing gymnastics the way they were flipping around. She had startling blue eyes, wide eyed as with her smile. She wore the cutest little skirt and shirt. The shirt was one of those graphic t's that said "Zap!" with a picture of lightning. The first girl came over to her and began to tickle her, making the little girl laugh uncontrollably, the first thing for me to hear.

There was one other guy in the room that I didn't recognize. His age was about fifteen, and he looked exactly like the stereotype for any emo boy. He wore all black, his shirt showing a skull, but just barely visible under his black hoodie. Black combat boots were kicked up upon the table with a loud clang.

The last one? It took all my courage not to cry on the spot right then and there. Not only was he alive, but I knew where he was now.

"J-john…" I said before slowly covering my mouth to hide a smile. He's grown some, his blond hair most likely not been cut in months. I ran up to him and hugged him, surprising him.

"Rahm, since when were you the emotional type after naps?" John asked, peeling me off him.

"Ramses never hugs me after his naps…" the seven year-old grumbled as she folded her arms.

The blond girl leader quickly grabbed the girl's shoulders gently and said "John, Han, Ramses is currently in that demigod from the news's body trying to get her out. It went both ways."

"There's a demigod on the news?!" John quickly asked, rushing to a remote that suddenly appeared in my vision. Guess I'm still loading. He quickly turned a TV on in the upper corner across from me, then turned it to the news.

"-yet to be revealed about the state of the demigod. Here's a recent picture of her for you." The news reporter said sweetly. A close up image of me being dragged away from the library came up along side an image of me yelling out my statement in front of the pyramids.

"That can't be her!" John yelled as tears streamed down his face. He threw the remote at the wall, but it just bounced off and crashed to the floor. He sat down in the corner facing the TV, staring at it uncertainly, his knees up to his chest.

"John…" I said, sitting down next to him, putting my arm around his shoulder. "You can ask me any question, and I'll answer them just like the old Sam would. Promise."

He looked up, snot running from his nose like a river. "Why are you here?"

I smiled. "I came looking for you, bubba," I said, using our dad's old nickname for him. "Our cousin's fiancée brought me to NYC, asked for a cookie, didn't have my idiotic ID, and ended up getting sent to Egypt."

John scoffed, a small smile appearing on his face for a second. "What is my armor like, Sammy?"

"A samurai's, obviously. How could I forget? If it wasn't for your block-head watch here, you would never get it on and off." I tapped his watch.

"If you could, where would you want to visit for a week?" he asked, wiping away the snot with his sleeve.

"Europe with my girl scout troop. Sadly, you got kidnapped before they left, and I ended up having a coma."

"A coma? Really?" John asked, surprised.

"Until Halloween. Exactly Halloween."

John hugged me for a second, obviously believing me.

"Let me introduce you to the gang," John said as he got up and helped me up. He began to introduce everyone by name, something that I would struggle with.

"The woman in charge is my sis Clever," the girl I thought was in charge. "Her boyfriend here is Rupin, son of Venus." the guy with the bouncy blond curls. "Our honorary emo guy is Spike, son of Hades." the guy with the black… everything. "And this," he said as he hugged the seven year-old girl, "is the baby of the group, Hannah, daughter of Jupiter."

"I'm assuming that you already met Ramses, huh?" Clever half asked, her arms folded naturally against her chest.

"He kinda tied me up like a mummy addicted to Barbie…" I blushed, rubbing my arm.

"He should be here any minute now," Spike said as he got up from his seat. He unsheathed his black sword and gripped it, facing a door. Everyone else began to unsheathe weapons, including John, who explained that his armor would be too loud in this situation.

One second I was standing next to John, preparing to go into battle. The next, I was standing in a hall in front of a door, back into my normal body. I quickly pressed my watch and opened the door to reveal everyone, including little Hannah, prepared to fight their way out.

"Come on, bubba, I don't got all day," I laughed as I held open the door as the six ran past me. I closed the door silently and ran up to them, prepared to unsheathe any of my own weapons.

"DADOs are comin this way, Rahm," Clever said as she looked down at the inside of her shield. What I saw was a tracking device with six blue dots standing still with one in the center, while about thirty red dots were coming right at us from the top of the shield.

"How many?" he asked, looking at her shield as well.

"Bout thirty. Nothin we can't handle, right?" she asked sarcastically.

"What should we give 'em this time? Grave ala mode? Zippy Zappy? Eggs with Toast? The Dynamically Clever Plan? Samurai? The Charmer? Or the newbie?" Spike asked the group.

"Give my sister a chance, Spike! You'll be amazed, trust me." John hugged me before pushing the button on his watch to reveal the armor.

I stepped forward and imagined the day the Argo II left camp and my brother was taken away from me for a good half a year. My blood began to boil as the DADOs rounded a corner to reveal that they looked exactly like the ones who took John away from me.

Unsheathing my blades, I danced across the battlefield as if I were a ballerina, and with each slash I had just completed a move that the audience before me loved. Oil dripped across my blade as I stabbed one in the chest as another tried ripping me off the now lifeless robot. Instead of rebelling, I went along with it, much to the robot's surprise, causing him to fall backwards and land on his butt, giving me a grand opportunity to flip over him and slash him in half at the same time. Within seconds the once empty hall was littered with the oil-soaked limbs of the now dysfunctional robots.

I smiled up at the group, breathing hard from the sudden burst of energy. Rupin whistled, the only sound I heard him make the entire time I've known him. Ramses kicked a head of a DADO away from him, chuckling.

"Sam, is that normal?" John asked me as we walked down the hall away from the carnage I had caused.

"The killing of the robots? Yeah, considering they looked exactly like the ones who took you away." I flipped my sword expertly and caught it behind my back, the blade facing the ceiling.

"No, your eyes… they're green. Not blue."

Rupin offered me a mirror he had on hand to look at my eyes. When I saw it, I nearly dropped it from shock. My eyes were indeed green, just like before I went into that coma. "Yeah, since you left… It's no biggie, actually…" I lied, hoping not to cause an uproar from him.

He just sighed and kept walking, his katana in hand. I sheathed my weapons and began to play thumb-war with myself. The only sound was the occasional beep from Clever's shield. Then, rapidly like gun shots, the beeps turned from occasional to OHMYGODSPLEASETURNITOFFALREADY! level.

"DADOs are everywhere. We need to run now!" Clever yelled at us, urgency in her voice.

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