A/N; Heylo! Amber again! I'm sorry for the wait. I'm still working out the kinks of writing multiple stories at once. I don't how you people do that! Anyway. First thing, I had tyo change the fact that this chapter was supposed to be my POV, I really want to wait until the...sixsome? Is that a word? I dunno, if it isn't I just made it a word.
Another thing; I didn't go through and proof-read this chapter like I usually do. Grace wrote this chapter. I don't want to hate on the GT kids but it is kinda funny to know that I know a bit more on grammar than Astrid and Gracey. So moral of the story the grammatical errors are NOT my fault.
Disclaimer; We donut own PJO or HoO. (No pun intend- who am I kidding of course the pun is intended! That's why I put it there a derr!)
Grace Kemp
August 18, 2014
2:07pm
Richmond, VA
Have you ever had a super-powered friend get angry?
Then have to be the one to calm them down?
Not fun.
Amber was still fuming about Wally calling her babe, in which she had already thrown him out the window (I'm dead serious, no joke) but otherwise, Wally was quick, so that was the only contact she made.
But still, Amber pretty much blew up the bathroom and half our supplies with water in them,
so I resorted to holding her back against the wall, while she cussed in what seemed like Greek at me and Wally, somewhat annoyed that Astrid and Andrew were jumping on a trampoline while I was in charge of Wally and Amber not killing each other.
Once she was back to normal and had even shaken hands with Wally and he apologized, she tried to rehydrate our freeze dried food.
"Well, now we don't have to worry about ever having to go to the bathroom again," grumbled Wally as he started to mop up the bathroom with a fire blanket we found downstairs in the toilet factory, though they only used porcelain and water...
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" a scream pierced the air
"Astrid." we all said at the same time.
Immediately, we lept out the window towards them, only to find a monstrous black hound with Andrew's sword through its mullet.
Astrid on the other hand, looked worse.
Battered and bruised, she had cuts all over (mostly on her face) and looked like she was about to go out hung from the other monster's hand, a ten foot tall bullish humanoid had one of his meaty hands wrapped around her, while his other hand was wrapped around a battle axe formed in an omega symbol, wrapped in necklaces with strange looking beads on them.
Andrew kept his eyes on the freak, along with his sword pointed at its gut.
"Don't. Move," he managed.
We froze in place, knowing even a small sign of fighting back would be fatal to Astrid and probably Andrew as well.
Luckily, the bull thing was 1) too busy watching Andrew or 2) too stupid, to notice my eyes glow, a sign I would pretty much go nuclear on him.
"Get a running start, Wally" Andrew's voice echoed in our heads.
"That's a… The Minotaur." responded Amber,
"What's he gonna do, call it 'babe'?" I thought sarcastically.
"One time! Once!" he called back, "Yeesh. But got it boss-man"
As he backed up and pulled a pair of goggles over his green eyes, I wondered how heroic we would look after he failed and got us all sliced and diced.
The big baddy snorted wildly and started to press his blade a little farther into her spine, causing Astrid to wince slightly and close her eyes.
Then a blur of red and yellow rushed past us, and returned with Astrid, wide-eyed and breathless.
And thats when we probably gave the monster nightmares forever.
Andrew lunged at it with his sword, slashing and smashing every open spot in between his armour, while Wally literally ran circles around him, Amber power-washed his beady eyes with a hose, and I levitated random large deluxe toilet into his face.
I almost felt bad for him, if he hadn't made a threat on our lives, of course.
Instead of him collapsing, he burst into multi-colored dust, and blew away in the wind.
"Well, that was… new…" started Astrid as she passed out.
Andrew rushed to her side and propped her up, pulled a square of a golden food and popped it in her mouth.
Instantly, her eyes flashed open.
"What are those, caffeine squares?"
"Ambrosia." muttered Amber. I turned to her,
"You mean… you?"
"No."
"It's like.. instana-heal pills." said Wally. "Or steroids."
"Not helpful." I said throwing him a hasty glare.
Astrid looked like she would vomit, "I took steroids?!"
"No! Ms. Helpful here…" I gestured to Wally,"...was kidding. I think."
"That's… much clearer." she said sarcastically.
Andrew stood, "It's not caffeine, it's not pills, and it's definitely not steroids. It's Ambrosia, its a healing food, like Amber said"
He and Wally exchanged a glance, "Which proves we were right."
I narrowed my eyes, "About what? That Amber's named after a medication?"
"You're demigods."
"Demi- what now?" asked Astrid weakly.
"Demigod, noun, a mythological being who is partly divine and partly human; an inferior deity," grumbled Amber unhappily. "Except this is no longer mythology, it's our life."
"Where'd you find that definition? ?" I asked.
"Actually yes" she retorted glaring.
"Doesn't matter. You all know you have 'outstanding or god-like tributes', since most mortals can't sing people to death or blow up bathrooms."
"You say mortals like we're not." I said.
"And technically regular people can sing someone to death, if they're that bad... though its easier to blow up bathrooms…" noted Wally.
Amber groaned, growled, and scowled at the same time.
"Look, we can't really explain right now, but we have to move."
"Where?" asked Astrid, "We're fine here."
"We have a base in New York." he said "It'll be safe there."
I tensed. I remembered growing up there, but I decided not to mention the details… though my father…
"Stop it." I thought. "I'm not gonna feel bad for myself."
Instead I asked "Can she even walk?" I said as I pointed to Astrid, who looked even more confused than me.
"Of course." snorted Wally, and Andrew helped her up… was she blushing?
Anyway, we trudged back inside and grabbed our supplies (though we threw the freeze dried food to the squirrels) and assaulted the boys with questions the whole way to the train station:
"Where in New York?"
"Who runs the base?"
"Why we were there monsters following us?"
"Who are you guys?"
"Why did you have weapons?"
"How the heck is that graffiti on a 50ft tall bridge?"
Well, at least me and Astrid did. Amber walked on the edge of the group, muttering something about griffins, so we decided not to bother her.
By the time we reached the station, Astrid was paler and we hadn't eaten a decent meal since last week, seeing as we'd been living on old bread and water from streams Amber had filtered with her hands (can regular kids do that Wally?) so we bought a big Italian sandwich and boarded the train. Our car was relatively empty, though three old ladies sat a couple rows in front of us.
All three of them wore flowery hippy dresses, only separated by different colored purses of shriveled leather.
We dug into our sandwich, though Amber watched them intently, as if expecting them to call the cops, seeing as we were underaged to be taking a train alone.
Though the ticket seller was busy playing Tetris on his computer, and Amber bought the tickets (she was the height of a 16 yr old) so we thought it was unlikely to get caught.
They seemed harmless, though they kept looking back at us, so either they really wanted our lunch, or they were out to get us. The more she looked, the more uneasy we all felt.
I made a telepathic link and thought, "Those ladies, my 10 o'clock."
"What's your '10 o'clock'" asked Wally
"It's a positioning, but anyway the ladies in the front row. Threat?"
"Probably not." responded Andrew. "Just tourists."
Amber snorted,"Since when do people tour Virginia?"
"Now maybe?" added Wally
I rolled my eyes as Amber said "ETA to New York?"
None of us had a watch, and there were no clocks in sight, but I somehow knew what time it was, if I focused, "2:38:19. Or in army time, 14:38:19."
"Umm... are you like a clock or something." asked Wally, just a tad bug-eyed.
I shrugged, "Lucky guess?"
Andrew shrugged back,"Just keep a watch on those ladies."
I looked out the train window, though I couldn't focus on the outside when in the reflection of the glass, as Andrew watched Astrid with a worried expression as she slumped against the seat.
Suddenly, the three old ladies rose from their seats.
"I need to use the bathroom." said the flowery hag #1.
"Me too." responded the second.
"Me three." added the last one in an identical raspy tone.
Andrew and Wally paled.
"Wait... Remember..." They looked at each other.
"Guys they just have to go to the bathroom, jeez."
"Not that, a story a guy at camp told us..."
They rose and walked to the bathroom on the opposite side of the car, though they watched us from the corners of their eyes… their… red… eyes? I eyed them suspiciously, joined by Amber's glare too, but Andrew dismissed it as he tapped his fingers on the rim of the seat. Astrid slept fitfully while Wally somehow had another sandwich in his mouth.
I rubbed the hilt of my sword, preparing to slice up some… whatever they were.
Amber woke up Astrid, while Andrew snatched the rest of Wally's sandwich in exchange for his celestial bronze gloves.
A sudden screech filled the air, and that's when the train flipped over.
A/N; That's our sad, sad, sad version of a cliffie. I think. I hope to update in two weeks from now. I shall make a reminder now. DONE. I shalleo noto forgeto anymoreo. Do noto judgeo theo accento. Becauseo to be honesto Io do noto knowo whereo ito cameo from eithero. Okay, I'll stop. But I think I'll experiment. Grace and Astrid may not agree to this but boo-hoo you're not the one updating. So yeah.
Tell us (more like me...) what you think about Amber's muttering about griffins. (And I was right about Sunny hating me for it. She told me later. I know her so well...XD)
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