We Both Walk Among the Dead: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Part 7

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            The car ride out of camp was quiet, with occasional half-hearted attempts at conversation made by Ree, or a cheesy joke by one of the twins. But nothing could de-frost the icy air between me and her, so after about five minutes the only sounds in the large car were our breathing.

            I was glaring straight ahead, determined not to look to my right. Ree, for some horrible reason, seemed to think that by seating us together, Kira and I would get along better. If anything, it was making the situation worse, and I had to constantly remind myself to look only out the window, or ahead. I knew that if I even looked at her, we would start fighting, and her mere presence was pissing me off.

            I ground my teeth in my seat, breathing in the sharp, fake scent of the pine car-freshener. Mixed with that was a dark, musky scent that I knew came from under the earth. I knew it well enough from the bed in the cabin, and like her presence, it was infuriating me.

            I turned stiffly to look out at the scenery whipping past us, the hills of Camp fading into the constructed buildings of the city; with pedestrians walking like nothing was wrong. Like they didn’t have to worry about a whole council of Gods wanting to kill them, because of an ability that they hadn’t ever dreamed they possessed, and a stupid bitch who was ‘protecting me’ but really was just using that as an excuse to look down at me and call me weak just because I hadn’t been on the run my entire life from said Gods –

            My vent was disrupted when the hated person beside me squirmed in her seat uncomfortably, and purposefully slammed her bony elbow into mine, which would most likely cause a bruise later on. Screw ignoring her, I thought angrily to myself. I whipped my head around so fast I got a pain in the side of my neck, but I ignored that.

            She seemed to have predicted my glare, since I was receiving one of hers when I made eye contact. Her almost-white eyes were practically glowing hot anger at me, and her voice was icy cold in comparison, “It was an accident.”

            My reasonable side of my brain knew she was right, but I had decided long ago that I was done with the shit she threw at me, and her superior attitude.

           It had actually been Carson and Al that had convinced me that I didn’t have to go through with apologizing again. “What’s the point? She’ll only give you the ‘don’t-look-weak’ speech again,”Carsonhad informed me, the day after capture the flag. We’d been attempting archery, whichCarsonwas only good at because he could control the air currents and therefore direct the arrow. Al had been with us, grimly shooting bulls-eye after bulls-eye, fully concentrated. Only after the last arrow was shot did he bother to respond.

             “She’s right, about the strategy,” he unhelpfully told me, and I glared at him. “ButCarson’s got a point, why should you apologize? You already tried to, it didn’t work out. Move on.”

            The regular pep-talk by your regular son of Ares. “Yeah, but Ree and Candice both seem like it’s their life goal to get us back on good terms. I personally couldn’t care less, she’s done training me and I’m done with her shit. So my dad can be grateful that she came this far, I’ll thank him for sending a bitchy bodyguard so that your dad can zap her instead of me. Thanks a lot, Dad,” I muttered loud for both of them to hear, and let loose the arrow I’d had poised for flight for several minutes. I’d adjusted my aim numerous times, and I was sure that it would be a perfect bulls-eye.