Searching For My Legendary Parents

Since I love the Percy Jackson series SO much, I've decided to make a Percy Jackson story. Please don't hate on it, if you don't like it, don't read it! Thanks guys! =)


8. Chapter 7

"Kayden. . ." A haunting voice calls to me. Though everything is dark, and I can't see anything, I know that I'm not alone. "Kayden. . ." The voice calls again.

Who's there?! I want to shout, by my voice does not work.

The voice does not answer. But it's laugh, as sharp as knives, rings through the air. "Your family will die before you can even come close to saving them. And there is nothing you can do to stop us! So go ahead Kayden. Just wake up,"

I don't move an inch, and the voice is more persistent. "Wake up, Kayden, before I kill them all!"

I jolt awake, my right cheek stinging, and I focusing on Quinn, who's curiously looking at me. I touch my hand to my face and wince. "Did you hit me?"

"I had too!" She exclaims, trying to save herself. "You kept muttering in your sleep, and I tried to wake you up by shaking your arms, but it wouldn't work."

I scowl at her. "Where are we? Where's Kane?" I ask, still groggy from sleep.

"He's in the gas station using the restroom. And we're just outside Ohio, I think." She says.

I yawn, and rub my eyes. And Quinn quizzically stares at me. "What were you dreaming about?"

I sigh, as I explain, getting out of the cab and going into the gas station to find my brother.

"Do you have any idea about who could be taunting you?" She asks me, picking up a bag of sour Skittles.

"I. . . I don't know." I said, my eyes trailing down to the floor. So much for being a child of Annabeth Chase.

Quinn pats shoulder. "Hey, it's all right." She said, offering a smile. "We'll find them."

I smiled back a small smile, grateful for her attempt at reassurance. 

I feel a tug on my black windbreaker and turn to find my little brother, staring wide-eyed at me and anxiously bouncing on the balls of his feet.

My hand instinctively went to the dagger I keep sheathed at my side and wrapped my other arm around his shoulders.

"What's the matter, darlin?" Quinn asked Kane, eyeing him curiously. "Did you get spooked by something?"

Kane furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "I thought I saw. . ." He trailed off, his mind in another place. "I finished changing in the bathroom. . ." He gestured to his fresh pair of jeans and Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. "And I walked out and this guy was staring at me. I got a bad feeling."

Quinn raises her eyebrows and glances at me.

Before I could say something along the lines of 'Trust his instinct, we need to leave', there was a loud Bang! coming from the back of the gas station, followed by a lot of screaming.

"How did a bull get in here?" This woman screeched trying to usher Quinn, my brother and I out of the gas station.

"Kiddos come on," She frantically said to us. "Let the police or animal control or whatever, take care of this, you need to get out of here!"

But as we neared the front entrance, this woman--no this thing--blocked us from leaving.

"I don't think you'll be going anywhere, honey." She said to me with a melodic but demonic voice. She grinned at me, her cold smile never reaching her eyes and her unnaturally pointed teeth gleaming.

She took a step towards us and I cringed, glancing at her legs. Her legs were unequally balanced, so she limped a little as she walked. One was bronze and the other was the leg of a donkey. . .

Instantly I recognized what this creature was, and pushed Kane behind me, between Quinn and I. This was an Empousa--My dad had fought one when he was around my age.

The Empousa grinned even bigger, her smile stretching unnaturally wide, reminding me a little of the Cheshire cat.

"You can tell your father that Kelli said hello," She hissed, lunging for me.

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