Jacquelyn woke up in a room.
The room was soft with pinks, greens, and turquoise. The carpets were plush, the curtains were heavy but soft, and the room gave you the feeling of being safe.
Except that Jacquelyn wasn't safe at all; she was a prisoner of the Hermaphrodite.
He said, "Well, sweetheart, I take it that you've enjoyed yourself?"
"No," said Jacquelyn angrily. "How can I enjoy myself if I'm your prisoner?"
"But you liked it, sweetie," the Hermaphrodite snapped at her. "You are just a silly girl who thought she could escape from me, but you know nothing. you'll never escape from me!"
"Try me," Jacquelyn snapped.
"Jacquelyn-Claire, are you awake?" an older woman's voice cut into the scene. Jacquelyn gasped; somehow she knew that her aunt Olive would show up. What if she had a hand in Jacquelyn's kidnapping?
"Yes, ma'am," Jacquelyn cried out, hoping that the older woman wouldn't open the door and notice that the Hermaphrodite was in the room. The last thing she wanted was for her aunt to give her the riot act about family and such.
"Well, hurry up and get dressed, child. Your wedding awaits," Olive Harlequin-Grantley snapped.
"OK," Jacquelyn said, but then retracted. "Wait...what?"
"Don't be the fool, Jacquelyn-Claire," said Olive. "You knew that this was coming. You're marrying your cousin Oliver."
"What?" Jacquelyn squeaked in horror at the thought of marrying her sickly disabled cousin. "You mean I have to marry him? No! I can't! I can't do it! I won't!"
"Oh yes you will, Jacquelyn," Olive snapped. "Your grandmother isn't around to object to this union. It has been planned since the day you were born, and you will marry Oliver and be happy about it."
Jacquelyn couldn't think of what was worse: being a prisoner of the hermaphrodite or marrying her cousin. in fact, she would rather die than marry a boy who was worse than Callie Gruven. she had to escape from the room.
The Hermaphrodite said, "Maybe you could marry me and put an end to this nightmare, sweetheart. You're still young. Who knows if that boy will live long enough to give you a child."
"I hope not," said Jacquelyn. "I'm not ready for children."
"Indeed," said the Hermaphrodite. "Now, I'm being told that we have to meet with Luke in a few minutes; he wants to have a word with you."
"Oh I'll have a word with him alright," Jacquelyn snapped as she gripped her sword. If Luke Castellan revealed that he arranged her kidnapping, she wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
Hansel and Francis weaved in and out of the crowd until they found Jacquelyn's hotel room. The boys gasped as the noticed a silver dress and matching silver shoes. a blue beaded belt was wrapped around the waist of the dress. They knew that this was a wedding dress, and it was meant for Jacquelyn. No way were the going to allow her to marry the Hermaphrodite.
They charged into the room and saw Jacquelyn laying on a huge bed, crying. She didn't want to marry ANYONE, be it cousin or Hermaphrodite. "Who's there?" she cried out, hoping that it wasn't Olive or Oliver. She didn't need anymore drama.
"Jacquelyn," the boys cried cried out. "We're here to rescue you!"
"I hope so," Jacquelyn cried out.
"Good!" the twins tossed her the dress and shoes. "We're getting you outta here."
"Thank goodness!" Jacquelyn cried out.
Ron continued crying as the others made plans on how to escape. So far, Magnus and Annabeth had to shoot down any plans that involved poisoning or sabotage.
Grover said, "Now this is crazy talk! We can't just sit here and allow them to take Jacquelyn. Who knows what that Hermaphrodite is doing to her."
"When we get out of here, he'll be the first to go," Percy muttered. "He's a sick, disgusting creature who chased us because of her."
"I hope so," said Annabeth. "But we need a non-lethal way of getting out of here...wait."
None of them noticed Ron aiming his sword at a keypad that was next to the door frame. Within a few minutes, an alarm had gone off, alerting the demigods of the security breech.
"Now's our chance," Ron cried out. "Run for it!"
Clarisse was about to warn them about Luke's threat when the others took off running. "No one ever listens to me," she snapped as she chased after them.
Jacquelyn, Hansel, and Francis quietly slipped from the hotel room and went down the hall towards the lobby. They gasped as they took in the guests; Jacquelyn did not see her cousins Seamus LeSouse-Rowes or Nichollo Trichenberg among the guests. She knew that Olive was trying to force her to marry her son without the two men around. They would both object to the union for various reasons.
Just then, they noticed Jacquelyn's friend Sabrina Haettenschwiller standing next to a much older man. Jacquelyn found herself swooning; she wondered what Olive had done to her. Sabrina saw her and said, "This is bad, right?"
"She's forcing me to marry Oliver," Jacquelyn cried out. "You and I both know what he's like. He's boring and lame and he can't make polite talk with me. I don't want to marry him!"
"Can't you just tell her that?" Sabrina cried out.
"I tried that already," said Jacquelyn. "That woman really has it in for me. She's demanding that she wants nothing else for me but the role of her daughter-in-law. My grandmother would go through the roof if she found out that this was happening; she won't allow me to marry anyone who is as sickly and disabled as Oliver Harlequin-Grantley."
"And what about Callie?" Sabrina snapped.
"Don't get me started," Jacquelyn cried out.
The alarm continued to ring as the demigods raced through the hotel and eventually, into the streets of Vegas. Ron gasped as he thought about the times that he, Harry, and Hermione escaped from danger. None of those escapes was as exciting as the escape that was taking place right now. He knew that Luke would be angered by them escaping, but right now, he didn't care. He had to get out.
Jacquelyn, Sabrina, Hansel, and Francis had reached the garage and ducked down into a Chevrolet. They had to escape or else the futures of Jacquelyn-Claire Ulrich and Sabrina Haettenschwiller would be compromised.
"Let's get driving," Jacquelyn snapped as she started up the car and the car took off.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE ESCAPED???" Luke yelled when a demigod named Albert Gard informed him that Jacquelyn had escaped from the Hermaphrodite.
"That spoiled bitch thought that she could escape from me," said the Hermaphrodite, "after all I've done for her."
"Don't worry, Alexandros," said Luke. "We'll make her pay for this."
Just then, another demigod named Beverly Fargo came to him and said, "The others have escaped."
"I knew it was too good to be true," said Albert. "They won't stay still."
"I'm going to hurt those brats," Luke snapped in anger. "They have defied me for the last time!"
Percy gasped when he saw an old car pull up beside him. He was standing next to the Hilton hotel. "Get in!" Jacquelyn cried out.
"How did you..." Grover began to say, but Jacquelyn cut him off. "There's no time. We have to leave now before my aunt catches me!"
"Right!" said Grover as everyone piled into the car. Jacquelyn quickly pulled away from the curb and the car zoomed away from the strip.