Chapter Nineteen
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or HoO series by Rick Riodan.
Kyra's POV
"Do you think he was able to contact Mo?" Nico asks.
"I'm sure he was. It might take a while, Nico. Mo has no idea where we are, hell, I don't even know where we are." I say.
"I know, I know. It's driving me crazy not being able to do anything though." he says.
"Me too. I wish we could find a way to make it out of here somehow." I say.
"Where do you think Mike got that drachma?" he asks.
"I dunno. He was just holding it. If it was Silena who brought him, she might of put it in his pocket." I say, shrugging.
The door to the dining pavilion creaks open. Two people were standing there. One tall and muscular, the other shorter and more petite looking.
Nico and I hop off the table, trying to find something to defend ourselves with if needed.
The two people come in, closing the door behind them, and start making their way towards us.
As they got closer, I saw that the tall one was the guy who Nico said was Beckendorf. The other was the girl who had brought Mike and the clothes earlier.
"Hey, Nico." the girl says.
I look over at him and see he had gone deathly pale. The girl was obviously Silena by that reaction.
"I know, you're probably wondering why we're here. We're supposed to be dead, after all." she says.
"I—I don't understand." Nico says.
"We're not spirits, we're actually here. Living, human beings." Beckendorf says.
"I know that, I'd be able to tell if you were spirits. But how did you get out?" Nico asks.
Silena and Beckendorf look at each other. A silent conversation went on between the two, and then they look back at us.
"We don't know. We were down in Elysium one day and then the next we were back in the mortal world. There was this guy who was standing over us when we got back, looked maybe twenty years old. He's actually our boss, but we haven't seen him since that night. He always sends us messengers to give us orders. " Silena says.
"Where exactly were you when you woke up?" Nico asks.
"In a graveyard. It was nearly pitch black outside." Beckendorf says.
"Oh, good gods." Nico says, closing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair. If possible, he got even paler. He almost looked like he was about to keel over dead.
"What is it?" I ask.
"They were brought back, on purpose." he says, "Did there happen to be a couple of bodies laying around that graveyard?"
"I don't remember any. Why?" Silena asks.
"I think your boss did a soul for a soul deal." he says.
"What is that?" Beckendorf asks.
"If you've lost a loved one, or anyone really, you can trade someone's soul for the person you want back. It's a very complicated ritual, but it's worked before." he says.
The way he talked, he made it sound like he'd done one of these deals before, or at least attempted it.
"What did he look like?" I ask.
"Pale freckled skin, dark auburn hair. I can't really remember much else. Like Silena said, it was dark out, and we haven't seen him since." Beckendorf says.
"Oh gods." I say.
"What?" Silena asks.
"Your boss is the man who brought us here. He tried taking Mike, but we followed and this giant goo monster of his grabbed us and carried us all the way here from our safe house in Pennsylvania." I say.
"I hate that thing. It's called téras vlénnes, one of the other guards here told me he created it himself. What does he want with you guys anyway?" she asks.
"We don't know." Nico says.
"Have you ever met him before?" she asks.
"No, we haven't." I say.
"Well, we didn't come down here to chat with you two. We were ordered to bring you this." Beckendorf says, bringing a small rolling cart from behind him.
There was a covered platter and a bunch of plastic water bottles on it. Beckendorf removes the cover over the platter to reveal stacks of ham, turkey, and roast beef sandwiches.
"Food." Nico breathes.
"We need to get back to work. I'll come back later to take the cart and then Charlie will come and take you back to the department." Silena says.
"Is that what that torture chamber is called? The 'department?'" I ask, picking up a turkey and cheese sandwich.
"Yea." she says.
"That's a horrible name for it." I say.
"Silena, Charles, report back to the office, immediately!" someone calls over an intercom.
"We need to go." Beckendorf says.
"Thank you." I say.
Silena gives me a smile and then she and Beckendorf leave, closing and locking the doors behind them.
Nico had already downed two water bottles and was on his third sandwich.
"Hungry I see?" I ask, smirking at him.
"Hey, it's been a while since I've eaten anything." he says.
"I know, I know. Me too." I say, "Mike, come over and eat something."
"Mama, can we stay in here?" he asks when he reaches us.
"I'm afraid not, honey. Someone is going to come and take us back to the dark room in a while." I say.
"But I don't want to go back. There's monsters in there." he says, his bottom lip trembling.
"Daddy and I aren't going to let any monsters take you. Come on, now. Eat." I say, handing him a sandwich.
He looks at it then to me. He gingerly takes it and then goes back over to all of the eating-ware he had been playing with earlier.
"Do you think there actually are monsters in that place?" Nico asks, watching Mike.
"I dunno. Wouldn't surprise me if there were some in those cells." I say.
"Let's just hope that if there are any, they won't be released." he says.
"Let's hope." I say.
A/N:
Surprise update, 'cause why not? I'm actually at work with my mom right now (what a surprise, right?) and haven't got anything better to do.
I bet you guys are going crazy trying to figure out who this mystery man is...You'll find out soon enough...
And why do you think he brought back Silena and Beckendorf? Just to spook Nico maybe, since he's the only one there who actually sort of knew them before they died?
So last night my mom told me that she was finally able to talk my dad into getting another dog! After she gets off work, we're going to the animal shelter to see if they have any young females. We don't want a puppy because we don't want to go through having everything we own being chewed to pieces again, so I thought going to the shelter and finding one would be the better option.
Also, last night was my last pottery class for this year, since we're going on Christmas break until January 8th. I'm a bit sad, but my teacher said I could come up to the studio and make things anyway ^.^
While we were in class last night, I wanted to punch the older brother several times. I dunno if it was by accident or what, but he touched my butt, not once, but twice. And my friend said he had also been staring at me around the, ahem, chest area. And I somehow just noticed this last night, but he always stands inches away from me. I usually look at him and say, "Why are you standing so close to me?" usually accompanied by a death glare, (I've been told I'm quite good at giving those) and he backs off.
He's just fucking weird and kinda creepy, and I swear, the next time he does something like this, whether by accident or not, I will tell him to stop touching me or I will destroy him. It's not cute, and it's not appreciated.
M/A:
"'The music makes me sway
The angels singing say we are alone with you
I am alone and they are too with you'"
All Around Me (Acoustic) by Flyleaf.