Act 3 here we go. I've given up on giving unique names to chapters so here we go.

Time to figure out what was really going on outside of the creepy cave. This will be the ONLY chapter in Ashlynns POV. It takes place right after that last conversation they had.

I didn't want to leave Herry alone in that cave. It was the last thing I wanted to do. It's how people die in horror movies. They wander into somewhere dark and creep, just to get killed or murdered. I had finally found what seemed like the perfect guy for me, and I wasn't going to lose him in some cave. But he was Herry, the guy had super strength, spidey senses, and hey, gorgeous eyes. He could look after himself, and so could I. I finally decided to do what he said and take the truck around the mountain that inconveniently blocked our path.

I decided to completely ignore the first road closed sign and bust out onto the road. It seemed mighty suspicious that 7 roads would all be closed. But maybe if there were any workers around, they would help me get to Herry.

But there was nothing. Nothing as far as the eye could see except for the road and the trees at the foothills of the mountains which loomed over the barren desert to my left.

In fact, there weren't even any road works or anything. The signs were a hoax, a trap. Herry was MEANT to get stuck in that cave. Whoever was this unspoken one, he could have been in there. Herry was in real danger and I had to do whatever I could to save him. I pressed more on the gas until I reached a large highway. It seemed to go right past the mountain. Perfect. We weren't so far from civilization after all.

It seemed easy. Too easy. I ascended onto the highway and I heard the acceleration of a motorcycle. It was unusual seeing that I was the only one on the road. I checked my mirror to see a woman on a scarlet motorcycle with curly blonde hair flowing from behind her helmet and a luminous visor.

You guess it, it was Medea. I floored it. Medea followed me. We entered the mountain valley, both at full speed. She was gaining on me. I looked in the mirror again, she had one hand on the handles and with the other she was forming some kind of green glow. She pushed that hand in the direction of the car and the green light expanded into a luminous cannonball. It struck the truck so hard, the rear lifted off of the road and flew us into the side ditch. I braced myself for impact as the truck rolled into the small ravine. When the truck stopped rolling, I was lucky enough to have little more than a few ripps on my clothes. Incredible. I crawled out of the wreckage, regaining my balance. Medea was at the side of the road, looking down at me. I managed to finally stand up and grab my bow and arrows from the back seat. The woman smiled evilly and hurled another bowling ball of green light at me. I dodged as it sent the truck up in flames. I recovered from a roll and aimed my arrow right at her large breasts. The shot missed as medea managed to dodge it and she jumped down, hands glowing, eyes glowing. An arrow was already on my string.

"You look a little lonely..." she muttered.

"What have you done to Herry?" I spat out.

"Me? Nothing? It was all my master. Because of your actions in Winnipeg, I failed my mission, but now I can get some payback." She lunged herself at me, but I dodged. She was about to learn why not to mess with a Brook. The right hook. I learned to wrestle and fight from the best; my dad. I learned so those horrid bitches back in my old school would stop being so, well, bitchy to me. I delivered it perfectly into Medeas cheek, knocking her clean onto the muddy ground. She came at em again and I bounced off of a tree and swung myself onto a tree branch, bring some serious momentum to my foot which got her right in the chest. I had her pinned to the ground but her hands were glowing again and the sent my flying back a couple of feet, hitting the ground pretty hard. My wrist was sprained easy and the medea was coming towards we for the final blow.

Now to tell you the truth, there were one or two things where I had not been totally honest with Herry. In my bag, I had packed a little more than just a bow and arrows. The night I snuck out, I raided my parents' office and stole two things' a fancy wrist collar and a metal whip. Whenever herry wasn't looking or was asleep, I often tried to figure out how they worked. It turned out that the wrist collar was a minature crossbow that fired lasers. Insane if you ask me. and the whip was a unique kind of grappling hook thing that cut through anything. I tested it with a cement block. Messy results. I had no clue why my parents had such bizzare weapons, or even why they had weapons in the first place. But what I did do was keep the wrist collar on me at all times. Medea seemed triumphant as she raised a massive axe that she simply formed out of thin air. Once it was over her head, I moved lightning fast. Before she knew it, I had jerked my arm out, opened up the crossbos and fired a shot right into her abdomen.

Medea dropped the axe and crumpled in pain. I stood u, clutching my arm. I kicked her with my heel to the back of her head. If she wasn't dead, she was in a coma at least. I looked at the truck. It was completely destroyed. I grabbed what I could, which was my wallet, Herry had his, my rucksack which had a first aid kit and some extra survival stuff and my dad's whip. There was no way this truck was going anywhere and the rest of the contents where burning already. I noticed onething that seemed untouched. I grabbed it.

Class of the Titans by Archie Brook

I knew Herry had been reading that book. It had given both of us knowledge and awareness of the mess we were in. I put in my rucksack and worked my way up the hill. The road was deserted still but the explosions would have caught someones attention. Authorities would eventually show up. I needed a ride and fast.

Medea's bike was still there. The keys were still in the ignition and she even left the helmet on one of the handles. How convenient. I took the bike and raced towards the nearest right turn. Worked my way around the mountain and soon found myself surrounded by trees and a massive mountain looming over me. It had been almost a full day and the sun was setting.

How in the hell was I going to find Herry here? If he was anywhere, he was in the mountain somewhere. I needed to find an entrance, but where in the world could it be?

I looked for a trail. Maybe a path that was similar to the one we were on earlier. I paced back and forth on the bike up and down that road. I went up evey trail, every road, every suspicious trail, but there was nothing. Then, as the sky went pink and the sun gave way to the stars, I noticed a trail that I had obviously missed the first five times. I zoomed up it and noticed many signs that said "Danger, no trespassing." and such. At the end of the gravel road, there was an entrance to some kind of tunnel. It looked exactly like the one on the other side. It even had weird writing all over it. I was at the right place.

The entrance was blocked by a large boulder. I had just the tool to crack it open. I took out my father's whip and sliced the boulder in two. I could not believe my eyes. Herry was crawling on the ground with a stab wound in his shoulder blade. The blade was gone but it had left a black ooze all over the shoulder and he was screaming in pain. There was a monster, shaped in the form of mist with red beady eyes looking like it was about to feast on him, but he was blinded by the light. There was no way I was letting that THING eat my boyfriend.

"Don't you fucking touch him." I warned him. The monster had readjusted his eyes and roared at me.

"Let him go you son of a bitch." I shot it with the crossbow. The monster surprised by my ferocity, clenched the burn. I shot it again, and again, and again. I have me one last roar, and retreated into the dark depths of the cave. When it seemed gone for sure, I rushed to Herry. He was unconcious, but alive. He needed medical attention. I bandaged his shoulder wound and carried him to my bike. Men make it look so easy carrying girls. It is not as easy visa versa. Herry wasn't very big as far as men go, but he sure was damn heavy. His hair was wet with sweat and his skin was cold. I hauled him onto the bike and I set him between me and the controls. It was uncomfortable but Herry's life was at risk. There was no time to waste. I rushed him to the nearest town with a hospital. It was a half hour drive at full speed. The town was further north in the valley. It was the only hope for Herry. I stopped the bike in front of the hospital and ran with him in my arms. My arms were in pain from the weight never mind my sprained wrist. The lady at the desk in the emergency room greeted me. She had curly brown hair and looked around her 50s.

"What happened dear?" She asked calmly and nicely.

"He was stabbed. It may have been poisoned. He needs immediate help." I muttered from my gasping breath. Within seconds, Herry was on a stretcher and was run off to a room." That was when the lady started asking questions.

"Were you there at the incident?"

"No. I found him. But he's a very close friend."

"Do you have any family members we could contact?"

I stood silent for a moment. Herry's mom was in a mental clinic, Odie was in jail, his dad was godknowswhere, and he had run off from home.

"No." I finally said.

"Any emergency contacts?"

"Me."

"And your name is?"

"Ashlynn-" If I said my last name they could easily track us, "Underhill."

The lady nodded, obviously in too routine of a mood to notice how obvious my lies were.

"Alright Ms Underhill, we will keep you posted on his status.

I the whole night in the waiting room, a tear flowing from my cheek every now and then, desperate to see Herry. If he died, I wouldn't have known what to do. It would have put all this effort, the sacrifices, the risks, all in vain. No, he would make it. He had to.

In 4AM, a doctor called out a certain Ms Underhill. I stood up.

"Your friend will live, but he is still unconcious. Come with me." The dark haired doctor beckoned.

"The poison you mentioned is something that astounds me. We have sent some to the lab to test it. So far, they have never found such a unusual strain of biological material. I experienced it once before when two men came in drunk from partying in the woods south of here. They both died before we could help them. Your friend is lucky to be alive if you ask me and-, are you alright?"

I realized I was clenching my teeth and holding my sprained wrist. "Oh yeah, umm, I'm fine."

The doctor resumed talking. "While the poison did not kill him, he will be scarred for life. The scar will not recover, but his physical well being will be fine in a matter of days." We finally reached the room. Herry was lying on the hospital bed, linked up to blood. His arm was sealed up in bandages and he seemed sound asleep. I looked at him through the window.

"How long before he wakes?" I asked.

"Not anytime soon I'm afraid." said the doctor. "He might not wake up for a few days. I recommend that you get home and rest up."

"Can I see him?"

"Most certainly." He opened the door for me and I walked inside. He quietly closed it, allowing me and Herry to some privacy. I slowly walked up to the sleeping body of Herry. I noticed the heavy bags under his eyes, even when they were closed. Whatever had happened to him, it must have been hell and back, because his face looked like a ghost. Even still, I thought he looked handsome. He had gained some weight since our travels. And I'm not talking about fat. He was a strong looking, but thats not why I like him. He was so kind and caring. I foundd it hard he could find anything interesting in me, the tomboy that all the girls redeemed unfit to talk to. I sat down on the chair beside his bed. He had a piece of his ginger hair over his closed eye. I gently picked it up with my finger and set it aside. I had a strong urge to hug him, kiss him even. But that would have to wait, if it would ever happen.

I remembered Medea at that moment. Odds were that she was on the hunt for me again, angrier than ever. If I stayed there, she may have found Herry and killed him. I had to leave, for his sake. I would go to New Olympia without him,find the oracle and get some things straight. Maybe, when he was alive and strong again, we would see each other again. But like the doctor said, it could take days, weeks even, before I would see him again. I decided to give him what was rightfully his. I wrote a note at hiss side table, explaining what had happened to me, telling him my plans and where he can find me. His wallet was already at his side. I guessed the doctors took it out of his pocket while examining him. Whatever happened, I knew that for now, Herry was safe.

I decided to get some urge out of me and I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He would never know I did that, but even still, it almost felt like he did. I left him his book at the table too. I had no further reason to stay. It was time to leave this town, leave the hospital, lure Medea away from Herry.

Even as I turned on the motorcycle, I felt a form of satisfaction, like I had accomplished something worthwhile. After all I did save his life. Didn't I? Those where my final thoughts before rushing on my stolen motorcycle into the bleak blue of dawn.

Woah, it is so weird talking as a girls point of view, talking about a guy. :S

I know that my updates are getting lazy. I cannot promise it will improve though. Anyways. PLEASE REVIEW AND HAVE A NICE DAY. :)