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•|Hags Cutting Thread Pt.4|•

These women were defty with their craft, I mean, they have been doing it for millinea , they'd better be accustomed to it. Since the dawn of death , and you can tell that they enjoy what they do.

Snipping at thread and cutting lives short.

They are what I like to call schedueled monsters or century old geezers. Either way their not the kind of sisters to mess with.

And of course, just like with Mrs. Dodds, they were hear to scare Percy. There's a reason why they have no customers. Their creepy and any sane demi-god would run for the hills if they ever encountered them.

The middle one cut the yarn and it echoed in my ears. Ah, yes, The Fates.

I know that without a doubt Grov heard it, so the odd man out was Percy. I looked over at him in concern and from the look of confusion on his face, he did hear it.

Good, things like this will keep happening to him, especially if he is who I think he is. The signs are blatant, poor Percy just doesn't know what's happening ,or what's about to come.

At the rear of the bus ,the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered ,and the engine roared back to life.

The passengers cheered.

I mean it's nice that the bus it working again , but if it's gonna smell like burnt flesh , then it can stay out of comission.

''Darn right!'' yelled the driver . He slapped the bus with his hat. ''Everybody on board!''

''Thank god!'' I yelled and pulled the boys by their arms towards the Greyhound. No more life snatchers.

I sat between the boys , and shifted to make myself feel comfortable. But, that did not last long. Because as soon as I went to rest my head on Grov's shoulder I began to sweat, my blood was playing a game of switch. I was feel hot one second and then the other I would feel cold. Almost like he begining of a sickness. Someone had died.

Side effect of being near the Fates when the cut a thread. You can tell that someones about to die. It's scary and enough to make grown monsters cower, that's what Chiron said. And Annabeh backed it up, so I beleive it.

I reached into Grov's bag to pull out a tissue and dabbed my face sotfly. I wiped his own and ignored the hot and cold war going on in my body. I had turned into Katy Perry's ex.

Grover was shivering and his teeth were chattering. Damn, I keep forgeting how much these things creep him out. I turned to dab at Percy's face and froze at the suspicious look that he was throwing Grov's way.

''Grover?''

''Yeah?''

''What are you not telling me?''

My head snapped in Grov's direction so fast that I'm surprised that I didn't catch a dizzy spell with this hot and cold dilly dally nonesense. We stared at each other for a quick second , before I caught myself and lowered my head and faked a cough.

From the corner of my eye Grov wiped his forehead with his shirt sleeve. ''Percy, what did you see at the fruit stand?''

Great question. Grov and I saw it from our Pov , but what had Percy seen it as?

''You mean the old ladies? What is it about them ,man? They're not like . . .Mrs. Dodds , are they?''

Bingo, sunny. Right on the money!

Out of the corner of my eye I caugh Grov's. What would we say to that? what shoudn't be said and what could?

I feel like we've been stopped at a red light. A hault in our exhistence. A stand still. I hate it. My breath is caught in my throat as I stared straight ahead. I'm supposed to be the one to answer the question if Grov can't.