Hey, guess what? I have a new favorite actor! Chris Hemsworth. He was a way better actor than Kristan Stewart; she is still very plain faced. And there is the fact that I like his hair, but he looked better in The Avengers. But he is also from Australia...He has a lot of things going for him. Anyway, I am not a movie critic. I am an author. And a freak. And a bookworm. Chapter 16. Wow, and I have only written this in one month, and I am on the sixteenth chapter.

-SAVE THE NARGLES

I watched her sleep. Her face seemed ageless like a girl's should be. Her short curly hair, the color of dark chocolate, went into her face, long uneven bangs blowing upwards whenever a puff of breath came out. I smiled. She was painless. Completely painless. On the outside at least. But when she was awake, her eyes always had that hint of black in it, the slight tightness of her lips, the pale scars that stood out in the light. She was broken, but now, she was free.

Wait, they were never free. They were at the mercy of the gods. They were just as cruel as Gaea, giving just as much pain to them as she did. Broke his Piper into sharp edged pieces of glass, like a shattered plate, tough on the outside, never noted until the sharp edge hits you, then you realize she is more like a worn glove, ripped at the seams and sewn together and ripped again many times, but never the right way. A lot like me, just that I hid it by being sewn back and acting like I was perfect again. But there was that little hole that remained, right where the pinky was. That could become unsewed at anytime. I eventully got ripped but pretended to be perfect. Not turning into a sharp piece of glass. Like she did.

This was the the perfect chance. To kiss her. To tell her I love her. To start to sew her back correctly. Jason never did it. He started to, but he realized a more needed cause. A missing sock. Not a glove. A matching sock, ripped to shreds. I was fond of that sock, but I liked the glove better. Now I was going to fix her.

I kissed her forehead, then her cheekbones. Then her cheeks. And her nose. I was an inch from her lips, but he still could not do it. She did not know that I was hers. I wanted her with him, and fully volenteering to do this. I just kissed her on the forehead again, but it did not fill my need.

Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was a large hellhound. I did not want to get outr of the car to fuight it, so I boosted up the defence system. I had many different ones. I mixed macanics with magic to make the car cover with metal, then it is covered in Celestial bronze coating. There is also a keypad that sets up a force field that is tight around the car, for the weaker monsters. But a helhound an break though the force field, not without getting eletricuted first, but still. I pressed a button that would have been the windsheild wipers, but I set it up so it could repell any rain, snow,sleet or flying monsters, so I did not need it. The plating instantly went on, and I could hear the hellhound's claws.

"Why is it so dark?" Oh, Piper must of gotten up.

"A hellhond is trying to get into the car, but he can't get though the defences, but I can summon some fire?" I offered as an explination.

"That would be nice."

I summoned a small amount of fire, yellow and small. It was still very dim and dark, but Piper looked like she was bathed in candlelight. The light hid the spaces of the eyes and ears and the crease in her face, and her eyes looked hollow, as if they were a portal to Tatarus. Her dark hair blended with the darkness, parts of it highlighted by the light. She looked mysterious, and sad. But it showed off a dark beauty, something that could be in a horror movie, but be graceful, like a ghost from the Underworld who had to face an early death.

The scraping stopped soon, an I pressed the button again, and the hellhound was a pile of dust near the ground. I remembered that the shell was textured, and the edges were very sharp, so eventtully it could kill a monster, like the hellhound.

I started the car and in a couple of minutes, we in Arizona. It was rather dull, the onlyt colors were the neon blue of the sky, and the vibrent red of the sand. There was the same colored mountains in the distance, but they were just as vibrwent. We were also one of the few cars on the highway. Looks like we are one of the few people who don't fly to Arizona.

Piper was fiddleing with her fingers and with my hair. It always had grease in it now, I tried slicking it back like they did in the 1960s. I ended up getting wolf whistles the whole day. But Piper did not care. But she kept undoing it and made it stick up, as if I were a hedgehog. Sonic, the hedgehog. (My cosin has a hedgehog. But it almost peed on me once.) I did not care though. It made her happy.

We got to Albuquerque around 10:00 at night, with a 1 1/2 hour stop at Flagstaff, Arizona. We slept in the car again. But the trip was full of laughs, smiles and eye rolls. I did not even mind the yelling. that much. But there was a fear rising in my chest. The unsettleing feeling of going back to Houston. After 8 years, I was going back. As I fell asleep, I felt the fire klicking my skin, Gaea's evil laugh, and seeing the building collasped on itself, and the horror of my mother being in there. I knew that the night would be plauged with nightmare. But Piper was right, I could not run anymore.

So...sorry for not updating. Once I get a goods night rest on a daily basis, then I will have more ideas. But I found a location in Oklahoma where there is a Cherokee reservation. It is called Wyandotte Tribe Reservation. Then the route will head towards there, then either up to St. Louis, or down to Little Rock. I sort of want them to head to Little Rock, so they can head towards Tennesse. I have been to the state a lot on road trips, and I LOVE it there. Besides my hometown, of area... It is even more awesome. But review! 112 reviews and I will post a chappie on Wensday, in honor of the last day of school.

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