The Daughter Of The Sea God

The Way Home

The teleporter was impossible to figure out. After letting out a scream of joy and startling the boys so badly they jumped, we'd scoured the desert floor for any possible missing parts.

"I know there was something else!" John insists. "We just have to look harder!"

"We are looking hard you dumbass!" I snap.

"Yeah man, just give it up." Jason says his voice strained.

John turns to glare at us and in a brief fit of anger, smashes the teleporter against the ground. It seems to happen in slow motion, the teleporter cracking through the middle and splitting apart.

"Great. Just great." I groan sinking dramatically to the ground. "Why don't you go ahead and stomp on it a few times for good measure. Then it'll be sure to be broken."

I expect to hear him give me some smart-ass response, which will then cause me to reply in the same way, and we'll probably get into a full blown fight. But instead, I hear a cry of joy.

"It's working!"

I whip my head around so quickly I give myself whiplash. "That a load of- woah. It's working."

"That's what he just said." Jason says dryly.

Difficult as it is, I ignore his comment and instead, crawl over to where John is kneeling. And indeed it is, emitting a blue light, giving it an alien type appearance. I let out a squeal of delight and shake John's arm eagerly.

"Grab the douchebag's arm would you?" he asks, nodding at Jason.

I grab his foot instead and wait impatiently for the thing to get going.

"Take us home." John says, closing his eyes.

The blue light bathes over us.

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When my eyes reopen, I'm tempted to close them again and pretend that I had an eye spasm and I'm still sleeping. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen. The buff stranger drags me roughly to my feet and shoves me roughly against the wall. I would say something, expect there's an army standing behind him that's so big, I can't even see the end of it. Same thing with the room. White walls seeming to stretch on forever. He squeezes my neck a little and presses a dagger against it. I narrow my eyes and glare at him, my fingers itching to punch a face. Or more specifically, his face. Did he really just manhandle me like that or am I still dreaming?

The warm trickle of blood I feel running down my neck confirms that it's reality. Beginning to get bored, I flick a finger and his grasp on my neck loosens. I kick out his legs from behind him, knocking him to the floor. I bite my lip to hold back a laugh as he winces and rubs his ass.

"Take her." he barks gruffly.

The blood rushes out of my face at his words. Where the hell are John and Jason? The panic starts to settle in as two men grab my arms and bing them together. There's no way I can fight my way through this entire army and come out okay.

Just as one of the soldiers is about to grab my wrist, he face plants into the floor. I look down in surprise as I see a pair of bare feet walk up to the guy's head. My eyes trail up his body until I'm rewarded with a glimpse of John's ruggedly handsome features before my head is smashed into the floor, and a knee is pressed into my neck,

"She's with us." he barks.

"Well, well, well," the guy who I knocked over laughs. "If it isn't John and Jason. How are you doing boys? Bulked up did ya now? You don't have twig arms and chicken legs anymore!"

This is news. I can't imagine either of them without rippling muscles and inhumane strength. Of course, I can't even imagine whats going to happen in the next few seconds, so the limits of my imagination are quite, well limited.