We are the Enhanced

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Kay hi. Once again, very sorry about the wifi issue and the absence of updates. And the writer's block. And all the tests and work my teachers are giving me. But guess what? You get action this chapter! Yay!

Other note: so my mom and I are driving along doing errands, when there's this car that we see, and its license plate was 'DEMIGOD'. It was so cool. If you are that person who's license plate is DEMIGOD, you are awesome. I applaud you. And then my mom notices and says "Isn't that a little sacrilegious?" Well in that sense, I suppose it could be, but in the sense of all of us who go to Camp Half-Blood, we know different. I'm a Hunter of Artemis and a daughter of Hecate, I follow the path of Isis, and I work as a Valkyrie in Valhalla, for those of you wondering, by the way.

That's all for now, folks.

Talent felt miserable. He could tell Alex did too, and it wasn't just that they had lost their family. They were both pale and feverish. Alex had been sleeping for all three days since they left the clinic.

Their plan had been to tell the authorities about their problem after Alex was back on his feet, but that was the problem: Alex wasn't back on his feet, and Talent wasn't doing well either. They only seemed to be getting worse.

For awhile, the only sound Talent heard was the patter of soft rain on the roof of their makeshift shelter, an aluminum roof plate leaned against an old building.

"Rebecca," Alex mumbled again. His sister's name and Talent's were the most common mumblings of the other boy's sleep.

"Mom! DAD!" His voice became louder. Talent turned quickly to the boy, hand on his head.

"Hey, hey, Alex it's fine. You're all good. It's okay," Talent told him over and over. Slowly the screaming faded to mumbles, and Talent moved his hand aside.

"HELP ME!" Alex snapped awake, breathing heavily and eyes wide. Talent looked back over, as shocked as Alex.

"Sorry," Alex mumbled, "I didn't mean to scream... Oh, Gosh, I'll be back." Alex paled and stood up, or tried to. He wobbled a moment and fell over on the ground, hacking and sputtering.

Talent inched over, nauseous as well. All his senses felt out of whack. Everything seemed quiet and blurry, like he was in his own world. Or like he was dreaming, just, he couldn't wake up.

"Talent, just gimme a moment. I'll be alright," Alex said, though he shuddered on his hands and knees in a puddle from the rain.

Talent looked at his friend skeptically, but went back into their shelter all the same. He was soaked and cold; surely Alex was too.

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It took another two days for them to get better. They both woke up Monday and felt completely fine. Talent woke after Alex, who sat in the morning sun nodding along to some beat only he could hear. Talent went over and stretched out next to him.

"What'cha dancing to?" Talent asked.

"Dunno," Alex answered, as he continued to bob rhythmically. "There's like some high school band playing."

"I don't hear it," Talent shook his head, concentrating on the noise around him. Nothing. No, actually, he did notice something. For a moment, it confused him. He didn't know what he was hearing. It felt... That's what it was. He didn't hear it, he was feeling the drums through the ground. It was faint, and Talent realized this school had to be at least a mile away.