The Experiment

Chapter 7

"How long until we're at camp?" I asked the boys. Kacey was still asleep, it had only been about ten minutes.

"Once Kacey wakes up, we can start going again. We should be able to make it their by nightfall," River answered.

"That's if we don't get attacked," Cole added.

"I don't know. The times we've been attacked, it's made us go faster," I smiled.

The guys laughed. "True, it's made us run a lot faster," River agreed. I laughed along too.

"Do you know who your parent is?" River asked.

"Not a clue. I don't know about Kace, either," Cole said, shrugging. I smiled at his use of a nickname for the kid.

     "What about you, Electra?" The boy asked.

    "I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. Do you know, River?"

    "No, I don't know who your parent is. I think Chiron knows, however," River answered.

      "What grade were you in? Before you left, I mean," I asked Cole.

   "I was a freshman. What about you?" Cole answered.

     "Freshman too, I'll turn fifteen in August."

     Cole smiled, as if the fact that we were in the same grade made him happy.

     Kacey woke up soon after that. She gave Cole back his sweatshirt. We all stood up and stretched.

    Then we were on the move again. We walked along, talking a little bit.

    Kacey now had an ample amount of energy. She bounced and jumped around us and giggled hysterically the whole time.

   "Kacey!" Cole reprimanded finally.

   "Yes?" Kacey asked, stopping her antics to listen to Cole.

   "Please, stop bouncing and spinning!" He said, obviously annoyed.

     "Okay," Kacey said. She did stop spinning and bouncing, but she promptly started skipping. At least she wasn't making any noise anymore.

     We had been walking along for half an hour, when something happened. There were four, they surrounded us.

Hell hounds. Again. They came from the sides. One in front, one on each side, and one behind us.

We jumped into action. One for each of us, I thought.

River and I still had our knives. Cole had a hammer, and Kacey had a plastic baseball bat.

I zoned in on the Hell hound next to me. It stared at me, with intensely mean eyes.

The beast lunged, taking a leap forward, right at me. I contained my scream, already getting better at this tough stuff.

   I slashed the beast in the neck, but that just made him, I think it's a him, mad. It growled ferociously and came at me again.

I stabbed it in its eye, when it got close enough. It whimpered and backed up, like a scared cat.

Then it shook out its head, like telling itself to shake it off, and sprang once again. This was a tough little beast.

Now there was blood dripping all over the poor creature. Well, I guess I shouldn't call it poor. It is a monster, and one that is trying to kill me.

It came at me too fast this time. It's claw scratched my lower arm. I let out a little scream, then drove the knife deep into its side. It stuck, and the beast fell over, dead.