Chapter 16: I'm glad I don't have tatoo's
Sadies POV:
Betrayal hurts. Real bad. As I sit with Percy on one side and Walt on another in the back of this cursed truck I stare at Annabeth. She has her head laid across my brother's shoulder. When she surrendered she had look at Carter like he was king of the world. Gross for one. Completely stupid for two. Carter had just broken up with his girlfriend a few days ago. I waited for Carter to sidle his shoulder out from beneath her but he just sat there with a sad look on his face.
I can't get comfortable in the truck. Things stick into my back, into my arms and legs. It was a long drive. I couldn't talk to anyone. This was my personal hell.
I ended up entertaining myself by closing my eyes and imagining I was at the beach with Walt. We danced through the waves. Built sand castles like little kids and ate sandwiches gritty with sand.
I could have gone on imaging this all day but Percy gave me a light nudge. I opened my eyes and he gestured with his eyes in front of him. I catch a glimpse of something like a television screen. As it flickered out I saw a girl and a guy at the beach eating sandwiches. I felt my eyes widen. That was magic! What was it the iron sisters had said? "Soul, of course."
Soul! I close my eyes and imagine the tape on my mouth disintegrating into nothing. Nothing happened. I open my eyes again and looked at Percy and tried to put across with my eyes 'you try.'
He must have gotten my message. A few minutes later I was watching a lady with long black curly hair and Percy sitting in front of a camp fire. I'm guessing the lady was Percy's mum. It flickered away.
Carter and Walt were trying too. Every so often the truck would flash with light. It was really a beautiful sight. Just a small glimpse in this stupid truck was just heart wrenching.
The light shows soon morphed into a way for me and the boys to communicate. Percy sent me a picture of an arrow pointed to carter and Annabeth. I shrugged and sent him back a question mark.
It entertained us for ages.
Eventually the truck seemed to slow down. Growing up in London, I knew this feeling even if I couldn't see it. Traffic. I used my obscure knowledge of geography to figure out we must be in Portland.
Only Portland? Really? It had felt like we'd been in the truck for weeks.
We pulled up somewhere and came to a complete stop. The back of the truck swung open.
A guy with blonde hair and ferity features gestured behind him. "Out of the truck." V
I snorted and nearly choked. This guy was trying so hard to be intimidating.
"Will! Just get them out , will ya?"
We were herded out of the truck. We were in park. This could be our chance. I glanced at Annabeth, she was watching me. I gazed at her boot and then slightly shook my head. She was not under any circumstances to reveal that spell.
I decided I really badly needed to go the toilet. I hopped up and down on one foot hoping someone would notice. Will grabbed my arm and shoved me to the toilet block. He untied my hands but then stood guard outside the toilets.
I started to silently giggle in my head. I went into a stall but didn't lock the door. I pulled my bow off my arm and loaded an arrow. Slinging the bow back around my arm I thanked god for the mist. I had discovered that my Bow and Arrow turned invisible of its own accord when Clarisse didn't demand it.
I took a deep breathe then stood on top of the toilet. I braced myself. I kicked the door hard and Will came running in to see what the noise was. I swung the door open and punched Will in his neck like Annabeth had taught me.
He crumpled to the ground.
Now time for the show to begin. I edged slowly around the corner of the toilets. I saw my people huddled in a miserable circle guard by two guards. Shoot. I would need more weapons. I went back to will. He had a dagger in his belt. Good. That should be enough to knock out someone else to grab their weapons.
The parks were full of trees and I ran from tree to tree like a flittering bird. I slowed a little as I neared my friends. Clarisse was sitting on a picnic table eating a cheeseburger, she looked very absorbed in it and the only person watching them was a tall dark skinned girl.
I raised my bow. Now was the time for tactics. If I hit the girl then everyone would notice her fall but if I don't know if I felt comfortable enough with my aim to hit the tape.
"Maybe I could help? " I turn around. A woman about thirty stood behind me. She smelled amazing, like cookies and roast beef.
"I know you are not familiar with Greek mythology, my dear. I'm Hestia, Goddesses of the hearth."
I breathe again. This was the other goddesses Artemis said could help me. "Can you help me?"
"I can't help you physically but I can give you a plan. Sometimes you just need a little guidance to achieve greatness."
A minute later I'm by myself again. I'm prepared for this. I can do this. Oh what am I saying, no I wasn't. There was no way I could hit Clarisse. Hestia had told me she was the daughter of Ares the war god. Surely she would sense it if I shot an arrow at her head.
I decide to do it anyway. I hope that an arrow flying at her makes her day a misery like her locking me in a truck had been for me.
I let the arrow go. It heads straight for Clarisse. The arrow seems to move in slow motion. I got her... I got her… I don't have her.
Dam it. She moved slightly and the arrow embedded itself in the table next to her arm. She jumped up and started counting how many prisoners she had. Whoops. She missed one. She heads for the toilets yelling at the dark skinned girl to keep an eye out while she found the other one.
I sprint out from behind the tree for my friends. I raise my hands and pointed to the dark skinned girl. She looked lonely. She raises her sword and plunges it towards my heart. I concentrated all of my efforts on an image. An image of friends and life and love. The screen of magic flew up and the girl stood transfixed watching it. The sword was an inch from my heart. I grab the sword off her. She makes no attempt to stop me.
Slashing through Percy's bonds I hand him the sword. And then Annabeth the dagger. In a flash we have Walt and Carter's hands free to. We don't bother to look around but make a beeline into the trees heading for the road. We had just reached the road when I heard a stampede of war cries behind us.
I pull the tape off my mouth finally and yell, "Quick! " We run across the road dodging traffic. We got a lot of horns. On the other side was a motor bike shop. I hopped on one then realised we didn't have keys. Percy brandished his sword and ran into the shop. I heard a scream than Percy was back with 5 sets of keys.
"GO! GO! GO!" he screamed. "They're coming."
Sure enough on the side of the bitchermen was an angry hoard of possessed demigods.
I shoved the key in and hoped to every god I knew that I would learn how to ride a motor bike in a split second.
The motor roared then I jolted off. The others better have been following me because I was off and I didn't know how to stop this thing.
I would love some feedback, good or bad.. . tell me what yout hink