A/N; Heylo! Guess who it is! ...Naw I don't have patience. Dis is Amber! If you guessed it have a star; ******************. And no I'm not cussing at you. ;) Those are stars. Anyway I'm sorry for the wait blah, blah, blah, blah. Life's busy. This chapter though is one of my favorites. Even though it doesn't feature the fantabulas me. I have more to tell you at the bottom, so stay tuned! Hey guys its Astrid, um so amber posted this one early so I fixed it (idk if you noticed) but yea I hope you enjoy!

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ON WIF DE CHAPTER!

Chapter 7

Wally West

August 18, 2014

4:13 pm

Allentown, NJ

How did I feel about pulling a makeshift chariot?

Imagine carrying 4 teenagers in a chariot made out of train metal at the speed of sound.

Heavy?

Grace had snapped her fingers, and the metal from the wreck had rearranged itself into a chariot.

Cool, yes, but carrying it completely questioned if I even wanted to be a demigod anymore.

"Seatbelts on, people," we had tied rope around everyones' waist, "The Wall-man is about to give the ride of your lives!"

Before they could ask, I vibrated my sneakers and ran straight north.

I vaguely heard them grumbling and cursing as I ran past Staten Island two seconds later.

Suddenly, I heard Amber yelling behind me "Wheel's on fire! Stop!"

I slid to a stop next to the Verrazano-Narrows bridge.

Of course, I slid in front of a taxi.

The cab driver wasn't braking.

"Schist," I grumbled.

2 milliseconds before the car hit the chariot, I ran until time stood still.

I grabbed the driver, his passenger, Astrid, Amber, Andrew (whoa, alliteration overload) and Grace, and sped to an alley holding them all like kittens, by the scruffs of their necks.

Time resumed.

The guy and his passenger were gasping,"You… streak…"

They both fainted.

"4:39:23 pm." mumbled Grace.

Andrew knelt at Astrid's side. She was still unconscious, but the more we jostled her around, the more pale she got.

"Staten Island." he grumbled."Couldn't be Manhatten."

"4:40:45pm." added Grace.

"We have to walk." said Amber, "Can you lug Astrid to Camp, Andrew."

"Sure." He threw her over his shoulder like she was a feather and we set out for Long Island.

I sped us along every 100 feet while Grace muttered the exact times.

"4:52:09pm.

5:00:37pm

5:02:24pm"

"Shut up." I said in a sing-songy voice.

"5:02:26pm"

We managed to get to Brooklyn without strangling each other, but we were still too far away from Camp Half Blood.

We walked/ran through Howard beach, still almost 20 miles away from the Long Island sound, as the sun set.

The sky was blood red, hopefully not a foreboding omen to us from the gods.

"5:03:00pm." declared Grace as the last sliver of the sun sank below the horizon.

"We are so dead." I responded,"Could we make it to Manhattan?"

"Yeah, in half an hour," snorted Amber, "Minus the amount of time it takes to fight for our lives."

"I'm not playing horsey again," I stated firmly. People are heavy.

"Shadow-travel?" I asked Andrew.

"Not with all of you." he responded, "Just doing it by myself is worth a month in a hospital."

"So what are we gonna do?" asked Grace, "And i'm not going to even ask what Shadow-traveling is. I don't want to know."

"We can't exactly walk with her," said Amber, pointing to Astrid who was now laying in the sand

"We walk then," contemplated Andrew. "We're not leaving anyone behind."

"Did you not just hear me, we have an unconscious person!" shouted Amber getting frustrated.

"Why Manhattan?" asked Grace who completely ignored Amber.

Andrew looked in the distance, just making out the fading image of the Empire State building. "Reasons we don't have time for. But we could hijack a car."

"Fine, but I'm not driving," I blurted out immediately.

"Are you kidding, Bay-Watch? We're not gonna even let you sit in the front seat!" exclaimed Grace.

"Well thats nice. At least my super-powered friends trust me," I added sarcastically.

"More moving, less bickering," said Amber. "How about that one?" she asked, pointing to a green Volkswagen across the street. "We'll have to switch it out by Manhattan, don't want the monsters to recognize it."

We agreed, and piled in.

Andrew got to drive, Amber sat shotgun, Grace in the first row of seats with Astrid laid against a window, and me in the very back.

Grace was serious.

Amber was right, the car was small, and its gas was low, so it didn't matter if the beasties recognized, it would probably only go 25 miles.

Andrew gripped the steering wheel, "Buckle up."

We buckled.

He was a surprisingly good driver, and no one gave us a second look.

"Turn right on 157th street," said Amber, listening to the GPS.

"Okay, go for another mile then turn left."

We reached Queens in 20 minutes, but even then the car started to stutter.

"This is getting boring, turn some music on," complained Amber.

"Yeah it's boring," I added

"Fine," said Andrew and turned some music on.

Amber started humming along and tapping her feet.

I looked over to Astrid who seemed to be stirring.

"Uh guys…" I gestured to Astrid.

Andrew almost got us killed when he turned around to look.

He faced us for 5 seconds, which was enough for him to hit a newspaper stand.

"Gah! Dude!" I complained.

"Sorry," He muttered,"Astrid?"

Her eyes fluttered open, "Wha… What?" She looked around, confused.

"The music…" mumbled Andrew with wide eyes.

"The car…" mumbled back Grace.

Only then did we realize two things, 1) We were in Manhattan, 2) We had just killed a perfectly good Volkswagen.

We jumped out of the car, expecting an angry newsman to run after us with a rolled up paper and thwack us on the head, but luckily it was closed for the night.

We left an apology note on the dashboard of the car, and started walking.

We stayed with the crowd of mortals in Times Square to prevent monsters from locking in on us.

"What's the plan?" asked Amber.

We sat in the midst of the mob, cross-legged on the dirty sidewalk.

"We jump another car." I said immediately.

Astrid raised her hand, "Just a question, WHAT HAPPENED!?"

"Long, LONG, story. But we're in Manhattan now," supplied Amber smiling somewhat uncharacteristically.

"Let's get to a back road so we don't get arrested when we take the car."

We walked down a street cramped with apartments, but one had a decent car sitting out front.

The blue prius was parked in an alley and was out of sight from its owners and neighbors.

The apartment was standard, though it had a beautiful silver flower sprouting from the garden box, very uncommon for any sort or form of gardening to happen within a 20 mile radius of the city.

"There," I pointed out.

We creeped over to the building and I started my magic.

I had found out I was surprisingly good at breaking locks and hijacking things so this was right up my alley, so to speak, but the more modern the lock (or car) the longer it takes.

The tingling in my fingers told me I was making progress.

"It'll take me about 7 more minutes to get this opened. Stay alert," I said.

They nodded and sent up a temporary camp.

Andrew force-fed Astrid some more ambrosia while Grace and Amber scouted.

"Least I won't die alone," I thought bitterly.

"It won't come to that, and you know it." said Grace's voice in my head, though she faced the other way.

"I know about your past. I read your mind the day you guys came."

"That's none of your-"

"I know what happened."

She paused.

"It wasn't your fault, Wally."

I sighed, "Why does this matter now."

"So we all have confidence when we 'die.'" I grinned, just a little, but I think she knew.

"This is almost nice of you!" I responded sarcastically, "What do I owe this honor?"

"Don't test your luck, Bay-Watch. I still hate your guts."

"I don't see how this is a pep-talk anymore…"

A door closing interrupted the mental conversation.

"Step away from the car," said the figure's voice from the alley.

He sounded familiar...

"Oh great." I thought.

"Charge on three." responded Grace, this time to everyone.

We backed away.

"One."

Whoever they were stepped closer, holding a... sword? Not a good sign.

"Two."

I got a slight running start.

"Three!"

We charged, but a wall of water intercepted our attacks.

"What the…" started Andrew before he was slammed with the hilt of the dude's sword in the gut.

He flew back into a brick wall, groaning.

"Oh it's on," snarled Amber. She drew water from a large puddle down the road and blasted it at him.

Or at least tried to.

The water bended around him and he responded to that by flinging it back at Astrid, who collapsed next to Andrew.

Amber ran back to check on her, only to be hit in the back with another blast of water, knocking her over.

I continued to open the car, though it would be hard to get all of them in the car.

"Keep going!" yelled Grace, "Get them in and drive!"

She held him 40 feet above the ground with her telekinesis, but he was quickly escaping her grasp. Now that he was held not in a dark alleyway we could see his jet black hair and struggling face, I vaguely remembered someone with the same features and hair.

"Drop. My. Boyfriend," growled a female voice from the same alley.

Those voices… I knew them from somewhere...

"Bad choice of words, lady," said Grace. "Leave me and my friends alone, and I'll put him down."

Her silhouette tensed. Her hair stuck out everywhere, curls snaking around her head. If we could see her face, she probably would be pretty angry.

"Thank you," said Grace, and nodded her head. "Load them in, Wally."

I nodded back and lifted them in the car.

After I had loaded them in the back and buckled them in and closed the door, I beckoned for Grace to get in.

The girl looked me straight in the eyes, like she was looking through my soul.

Grace stepped in the car tentatively and turned to me, "As soon as we get out of range, floor the gas pedal."

She opened the window and continued to restrain the guy.

We rolled about 20 miles per hour until we reached a decent distance, and she dropped him onto some grass.

"Go!" she shouted, and we sped down the alley.

She sighed deeply and put her hand to her forehead.

"Well that was… interesting."

We both started cracking up as we drove onto the Robert F. Kennedy bridge.

"Wally, this is a toll bridge, do we have money?"

"Schist. No. But I have an idea."

She gave me a skeptical look, but didn't say anything.

I drove up to the window and snapped my fingers in front of the drowsy looking toll collector, who held out her hand, waiting for money.

I snapped my fingers and she twitched.

"We already paid our fare, Miss," I said pretending to be annoyed.

She blinked, "Sorry… wait… do you have a license?"

I snapped again, "I already showed you! Do you want me to complain to your boss?"

"I'm so sorry sir."

"Oh, the prejudice of looking young!" I 'wailed'. Grace snickered into her hand.

She walked back to open the gate when she noticed the others in the back seat.

"Sir..." she started, looking scared to see bodies laying in our car.

She blinked again and said, "You didn't show your license! Stop!"

"Drive, Wally!" shouted Grace.

I broke through the tax gate, sending a jolt through the car.

We swerved and zoomed off the bridge, police in tow, until we lost them in rush hour and exited the highway, laughing all the way.

"That..." panted Grace,"...was ridiculous."

"My middle name is Ridiculous." I said, dead serious.

We cracked up again, almost hitting a tree in the process.

After a while, Grace broke the silence.

"You know, you're not so bad after all, Wally Ridiculous West."

I broke a grin.

"You either Grace ehh..."

"Grace Kemp," she offered her hand.

We shook just as Andrew woke up.

"What's going on?" asked Andrew

"We just got away from the cops but I'm surprised you woke up. With your injuries you should have been out for days" I said.

I looked at Astrid and said,"What did you do?"

Andrew looked confused but stayed silent while she said,"Well um... I don't really know... I... all I know is I was treating his cuts and they just started magically healing and I checked and none of his ribs are broken anymore either."

Grace must have noticed something I didn't because she said "Yeah but you did something... what did you do?"

"Nothing."

"You're lying... what did you do?" Grace asked raising her voice slightly.

"It's okay we just want to know what you did, we won't get mad," Andrew said calmly sitting up from his horizontal position.

"I sang, okay, I frickin' sang and I healed him I don't know how all I know is that was trying to fix his cuts and I started singing and he started healing!" She said sounding frustrated. "Why does it matter?"

Andrew and I exchanged looks like, "We're screwed."

"I hate when you guys do that," mumbled Grace.

A/N; Do you know who the mystery people are? Cookies to those who can tell us! I know Grace will hate me for adding in those extra details about the character but boo-hoo them. When I edit/read the chapter I couldn't figure out who it was Astrid had to tell me. And she told me like I was an idiot but I couldn't take the context clues and figure who the heck the mystery people were. Two chapters until we do my POV! whoot whoot!

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no? :'( sad face.

Oh well. Ummm...anything else to say... Nothing little brain who likes to keep secrets, fine. Be that way.

I guess thats all then! Off to the world of Pangaea, faces, vertices, edges, adjectives, nouns, adverbs, conjunctions, and pronouns... (aka Science...{don't ask why we're looking at Earth in science, cuz quite frankly I don't know}, maf [or math], LA Language Arts.) Or basically all my shtupid HW.

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