The Daughter Of The Sea God

Two Idiots, Me, And A Death Trap

I had managed to keep myself from barfing my guts out at the time, but it didn't mean I'd be able to keep my guts in for long. In fact I was starting to feel a little...

I shove John away to puke up any bits of food or water left inside of me. When I'm finished retching, I wipe my mouth with a trembling hand and stagger back, trying to get the puke out of my breath. Unsuccessfully I might add. Is it even possible to get rid of the smell without water and a toothbrush?

"That was definitely not on my bucket list." John grimaces.

I breathe in his face and he starts choking quite dramatically. It ends with him falling to the ground after I've kicked him in the ribs.

"Be glad you're injured and it would be against my morals to kick you down too." I inform Jason.

"I'd rather you kick me in the stomach then talk in my face like that." he shudders and makes a big show of holding his nose.

"My best friend just died and you make fun of me for barfing?" I demand angrily.

"I was actually under the impression that you two were arch-enemies." Jason mutters.

I glare at him. "You shut up and you!" I yell pointing at John. "Get us out of here!"

"Why do I have to get us out of here?" John whines.

"Because Jason's injured and I'm a lady. Don't want to have me puke all over you huh?" my voice rising with each word.

"Alright, alright." he grumbles. "Just calm down would you?"

"Gladly." I grin, satisfied that I don't have to do any of the work now.

"Let's see. If I lick my finger, the wind's coming from that way." John says, fingering the desert.

"For god's sake we're already outside! Why do you need to know where the wind's coming from? And if you're going to do that, use any finger but your middle one!" I snap.

"Jesus lady, you put me in charge of getting out of here. Just let me do my thing and figure it out." he retorts.

I narrow my eyes. I know what he's trying to do. He's trying to make himself look purposely stupider than usual so I'll get fed up and take control. Ha! If there was a chance in hell that was happening, it's burned up now.

"The longer you take, the more time you idiots lose in trying to get me back to the Romans 2.0 and then we'll all be dead." I drawl.

This seems to be the first that they actually remembered why they dragged themselves through this shithole of events. Their mission to get me back to their home territory. Though I've got to admit. I'm pretty excited to be getting a peek into the enemy's HQ.

John scrambles to his feet and motions for us to follow him. Where? I have no idea. I just get the sense he's leading us away from Cyron and his minions. Why did it have to be that I got stuck with the psychotic killer and they got a lady with a crappy army? Whoever made up the phrase "life's not fair" deserves a bullet in the head. And the one about "no pain no gain". Because I've been through a lot of pain and I haven't gained a single thing from it. It was possible that some old wiseass came up with it when they were drunk and everybody decided to take their word for it.

"John where exactly are you taking us?' I complain. "My feet hurt."

He puts a finger to his lips and shushes me. When I realize my question isn't going to be answered anytime soon I decide to give up on it and start following him.

As we get closer, I realize where he's leading us. There's a big army tank with about four soldiers on it with guns. I can't tell whether of not they're demigods, but all the same, they've got guns and we've got a dumbass war boy, injured Peter Pan, and little old me. Who's feeling quite dehydrated again. If we manage to get through this, they'd better have some water.