We Both Walk Among the Dead: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Ch. 9 :)

Hello everyone! Here's the highly anticipated Ch. 9, I hope you enjoy it :) Everything that belongs to Katy Perry, AC/DC, and Rick Riordan belongs to them, and everything else belongs to me :) Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to pixie0licious because pixie was the first one to comment :) HOPE U ENJOY :DD

          The early morning sun glinted off the other cars along the highway, blinding me momentarily. I blinked at the green after-images, and waited impatiently for them to go away.

            I turned my gaze away from the window, catching a glimpse of black shaggy hair in my peripheral vision. I scowled, but paid no attention to the infuriating asshole beside me, stiffly ignoring me as well. But there was a tension in the air between us, a charge that could be lit as easily as one look at each other. I wasn’t keen on setting off the bomb in a tiny compartment racing down the highway, and doing so would only make things worse.

              So I held back the string of words I had been dying to use on him, and watched outside my window for any signs of attack. We were in our regular sitting pattern, or what seemed to be becoming our sitting pattern, and Ree had the radio on softly. She was singing along to the classic rock song in a falsetto tone, since that was pretty much the only way she could reach the same notes as the lead singer of the AC/DC song.

           “I’m on the highway to hell, highway to hell,” I heard her mumbling in the front, underneath the carefree and loud noises from the two boys in my row of seats. They were on some conversation about whether the gorgons or harpies were the worst monster, with occasional input from Carson and the twins in the backseat.

              Oh. Well, I guess there was some new part of the seating arrangement. In the front were Ree and Candice, who was wrinkling her nose at Ree’s taste in music. In the back, replacing Candice’s usual seat with her horny boyfriend was Ellis, happily reunited with his twin. They were probably making the most amount of noise in the car, constantly blabbering about anything and cracking up at the weirdest moments. You could tell who had been diagnosed with ADHD the most.

            Beside them was a sullen Carson, continuously throwing longing glances to the front of the car, and sighing audibly so everyone could hear. But I knew who the two people were that he wanted to hear him suffering the most.

             Yesterday, we’d spent the entire day in the library, researching the possible concentration camps in the States, and arguing about which one to go to. There actually were quite a few of them, along the west coast. We’d all argued over which camp would be the most terrifying, since they were graded by different levels – camps just for accumulating the Japanese, camps that they were moved to when it became more serious, and camps for the ‘troublemakers’ or the people that the government were ‘interested’ in.

               Well, I actually didn’t argue. I didn’t research either, though I was at the library for the entire day. I’d shadowed Caleb, making sure that he didn’t know I was there, and me keeping an eye on him, like I was supposed to. It was probably the most peaceful morning we’d had in a while, despite all the arguing, since I wasn’t there to clash with Caleb. I hadn’t left when we’d gotten back from the visit with the goddess of love; I’d only hung around the motel and reminisced. I got flames in my chest when Caleb had mentioned…him, and the only way to quench them was to remember all the times we’d had together. Almost all of them were good, and I’d laughed and smiled numerous times. But when I’d remembered exactly what had happened, I’d had to cut myself with my scythe to keep from crying. I was done with that. It was over, he wasn’t going to come back anytime soon, and I had a job to complete. Then maybe I could join him.