Part 2

After I finished my home work, I went over to the night club where I worked.

All my friends greeted me and cheered me to the stage.

I sang so loud that night, I'm pretty sure all of Toronto heard me.

It was the last song of the night.

I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?

My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation

Suddenly, my mind flashed to my house & it felt like some thing was wrong. I shook my head and continued singing.

Do you remember me
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side
Or will you forget me
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?

Suddenly, a voice rang in my head. Paramore! I thought it was just my ADHD, so I did my best to ignore it.

My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation

All through out the instramentel break, my mind flashed to my house. My dad's, staring up at something that scared them. Throwing their possessions at it, trying to get it away. They backed into a corner. They held each other tightly, crying into each other.

I want to die!

The voice. Paramore! Don't waist time! Go to them!

My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation

Again. Paramore, what you are seeing is not a nightmare that you used to have that will never come true. It's happening right now!

My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ
Tourniquet
My suicide

As the final instramental started play, the voice screamed at me. GO!

I ran off the stage and dashed out of the club through the back door.

I ran through the streets and ally ways of Ontario.

I ran down my street, dashed up the stairs of our apartment building and burst through our door.

All the lights were off.

It was deathly quiet.

It smelled like someone had been heavily smoking. And, by "heavily smoking", I mean they had been smoking 20 cigarettes or 10 cigars at 1 time.

I took one step and my converse was, immediately, dirty with soot.

The whole house was covered in soot.

"Dad? Marvin?"

I slowly stepped throughout the house, calling for them.

Then, I saw something that horrified me; a corner of the wall that wasn't black with ash. Instead it had the outline of two human bodies.

I fell to my knees, crying, pounding my fist on the floor, cursing myself for not coming home sooner. Or for not being home at all.

'Why? Why did this happen?'

I'm sorry, Paramore. I'm so, so sorry.

'Who are you?'

That doesn't matter right now. What does matter is this; what killed them is after you.

'What do I do?'

Think back. What did you're father tell you to do in case of an emergency?

I closed my eyes and thought back to the day that we move into our apartment.

I saw my dads, pointing to the hallway closet that no one used.

Paramore, if anything ever happens to us, come to this closet. It has everything you'll need if anything ever happens to us.

I snapped my eyes open and dashed to the closet, throwing it open.

Inside was a heavy-duty, hooded wind breaker, duffle bag and a messenger bag. The duffle was full of clothes and toiletries that I thought had gone missing. The messenger bag had my passport, three wallets stuffed with cash, both American and Canadian, a map that lead from Ontario to a location in Long Island, NY, and weekly schedules for ferry boats, trains and buses. There was also and the envelope had been written on; "READ ONLY WHEN YOU ARE SOMEWHERE SAFE". The hoodie had a note attached to it that said, "DON'T TAKE THIS OFF UNTIL YOU GET THERE AND ALWAYS HIDE YOUR FACE."

I threw the wind-breaker on and pulled the hood over my face. I grabbed the duffle and the messenger bag and ran out of the apartment.

I ran through the city, again, until I came to to docks. I looked at the ferry schedules and saw that the next boat from Ontario to New York left in half and hour.

I rushed to the ticket counter, threw my passport and money up. The teller looked shocked at my ergency but she still hurried and didn't question.

Once I got my ticket, I grabbed my passport and bags & ran onto the ship.

All the passengers seemed to be grouped at the front of the boat so I went to the back.

I found a bench, sat down, grabbed the letter from my messenger bag and opened it.

It was written in my father's hand-writing. I had to force my tears back so that I could read.

Paramore,

If you're reading this, then it must mean that something horrible has happened. We've been attacked or kidnapped. Hell, we're probably dead.

You must be so very confused right now. I'm hoping that this letter will answer all your questions.

Let me start from the beginning.

Your ADHD. Your anger-management. Your dyslexia. Your late nights and lack of sleep. None of these things are medical problems. These are gifts from your mother.

Your mother was a beautiful woman that I met in the theater program at our college. I hadn't realized I was gay yet, so we dated for a long time.

We hadn't even been together for a year before I realized I was homosexual. I told your mother and she told me that she was pregnant with you.

And she, also, told me who she really was. Your mother was no ordinary person. She wasn't even human. Your mother was an immortal. A Goddess of Greek Mythology. Nyx, the Goddess of the night

When I had heard everything, I had made a decision and promised your mother that I would take care of you with my life. She told me that it would be a lot of stress but I didn't care; you were my baby girl and, from the first moment I laid eye on you, I knew you were going to be special, and not just because you were a demi-god.

ADHD and dyslexia are common characteristics found in demi-gods. Your ADHD will keep you alive in any battle that may come and your dyslexia may make it difficult to read English but, if you look at Greek writing, you'll be able to read it. Promise.

The insomnia and the love of night can only come for mother. The mother of the night. That is why it's your favorite time of night. That's why you sleep late and awake at night. And the anger management comes from your ancestor. Your mother's mother. The mother of chaos. Caligo.

These characteristics of a demi-god are incredible things but the can attract horrible things. Demi-gods are always being hunted by someone or something.

That is what has happened to us. Something is hunting you and we got caught in the line of fire.

Since this had happened, you have to get to a safe place.

You need to get to camp Half-Blood at long island.

Once you are there, you will be safe and there will be those who will protect you, help you and train you.

I know that this must be difficult to swallow, sweetheart and, believe me, I really didn't want to tell you like this. I wanted to tell you right to your face but there never seemed to be a good time.

Marvin and I apologize for anything we have done to hurt you.

And don't hold any of this against your mother; I know you really wanted to see her just once, but Zeus, the King of The Gods, passed a law the forbade any god from seeing their half-god off-spring. None of this is your mothers fault.

The road before you is going to be difficult, Paramore, but remember two things.

You are not alone.

And we love you. Marvin, your mother and I all love you with all our hearts.

-Kotsu

I folded the letter back up.

I didn't cry.

I didn't scream.

I wasn't sad or angry.

I was shocked.

And extremely confused.

But what was bothering me the most was that fact that… I felt like I was being watched…. from up above.

I snapped my head around and looked up.

The sky was dark. No planes. No night birds. Not even a cloud.

But I still felt watched.