A Different World (Percy Jackson Fan-fiction.)

Chapter 3

What do they mean secret parents? How could they be secret, was I just dropped off on the porch in the basket, or did the Kinleys not tell Dan and Hayley? Eventually, all the questions got on my nerves and demanded answers so I walked upstairs to get some. Unfortunately it was already mid-night and they would be asleep, and the the last time someone woke them up didn't end well. So I decided it best to go to sleep, even if I didn't want too. I stood in front of the second floor bedroom that Dan and I share. I put my hand on the knob which awoke the conversation I overheard in my head. Realizing I didn't want to sleep in the same room as him I decided to sleep downstairs, I turned from the door and walked down the rugged stairs. When I got into the living room I crawled onto the couch and closed my eyes, with the thought of one thing on my mind before drifting to sleep. Secret Parents.

I woke up on a basement floor, which is weird since our house doesn't have a basement floor. As I went to move pain shot throughout my body, making my muscles scream. I stood up slowly, fighting back the nauseating pain that swam through my nerves. I looked around, observing my surroundings. I smelled limestone and figured it must be the walls, but I felt cement under my bare feet, which felt cool but painful at the same time. I noticed a heavy wooden door with big black hinges that connected it to the wall. The door had an open window on the top, with three iron bars in it. So Someone could look in, but no one could squeeze their hand through. The door had tear-mark stains going down the length of the wood. Which, opened my ears to the noise of dripping. I looked up and noticed that higher on the wall, and on the ceiling, there was moss and mildew leaking disgusting liquid onto the ground. Other than the door the room was shut off from the outside world, so it even smelled like cancer and other diseases.

Suddenly my ears popped and I heard crying ring off the walls, spinning around violently I saw a crip set up in the corner. Is that a baby I hear? In this damp basement with moss and mildew all around, what is a baby doing down here? I walked out as fast as I could, but for some reason I was limping because of a pain in my right groin and left ankle. Even though I'm confused by the pain I have to get to the baby to make sure it was okay. I don't know how I didn't see the crip before when I looked around because as I got closer I noticed the material it was made out of was polished silver. I put my right hand on the top of the crib, ignoring the slight chill it gave my body. It looked like this baby was tucked in with sheets made of soft gold laced with diamonds, held together by silky leather. Although the silver made the outside of the crib glow brightly, it made the inside dim and comfortable looking.

"Shh," I spoke as I reached my hand down to the baby, hoping to calm it. To my surprise, my hand went through his body and out the other side, so now i'm the one who needs the calming. Slowly I backed away from the expensive crib with the ghost baby in it. Then the wooden door busted open, hitting the wall with a loud thud. A male and female came storming in, the look of exhaustion heavy on their faces. I turned and put my hands up, "I wasn't doing anything! I just woke up here in this room and this baby was crying!"

The pair payed no attention to me, in fact, they walked right through me. Literally. They both looked down at the baby and threw their hands up in exaggeration. The women spoke first, her eyes watery and voice shaky. "What are we going to do? The longer he cries the more attention he attracts and he's been crying for months straight. Soon they'll find us and kill us."

"Well, we could put a stop to it," the male said, his voice calm but scary. Scary as in like a crazy mastermind creating devious plans.

"We could run," the females suggested her voice shaky and quiet. "Just run away and hide."

"No, we can't," the male responded angrily. "You know they would find us, they would catch up in a couple days and be at our backs before we could turn around. A sword replacing our hearts." He spoke as if he somewhat respected whoever he was talking about. Not like the, 'hey, you've been working hard good job,' type of respect. No more like 'i've seen you run your sword through many traitors and i'm no different so what shoe do you want me to polish?'

The women grunted and collapsed on the ground, her back connecting to the mossy wall. "Then what can we possibly do? We can't escape or hide, and we can't kill him either, we'd be responsible for the world ending violently if we did that.

Once again, I saw the man look off in the distance as the gears working in his head and his eyes glazed over like a madmen. He began to shake and convulse when all of the sudden his eyes came back to color. "We give him away," he kneeled in front of his wife, well I think it's his wife, "and hope, hope he somehow gets set on the right path."

The women looked down at him with big watery eyes, and nodded. "You're right, that's the only way." He stood up and her head fell onto his shoulder and I heard the suppressed sobs she shared with him.

I woke up on the floor drenched in sweat and shivering. I realized as I looked at the digital clock on the tv stand, that it was five am. I got up and went into the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower. "Thank god for a three day weekend, no way could I go to school tomorrow," I mumbled to myself. I undressed and turned on the hot water, sticking my hand in to gauge the heat. Once it got hot enough I stepped in, relief shooting through my body as the hot water relaxed my muscles. It cleared my head and I began thinking about my dream even though none of it made any sense. Why did I see what I saw, what was the point? What does it mean? Who was the kid? Who were the parents? Who's chasing them? Where did this dream come from?

I finally forced the questions out of my head, since they were giving me a headache. Sighing I ran conditioner through my hair, and turned off the water when I rinsed it out. I dried off and went to look at myself in the mirror, I started to shave my cheeks and mustache leaving only a goatee on my face. I stared at my face, trying to decide if I should style my hair or not. I decided against it and continued to get dressed. I only put on underwear and sweats and slung my tank top over my shoulder, figuring it was safe to keep my shirt off since it was only 5:45 in the morning. As I opened the door my tanktop fell as I jumped a foot in the air as Hayley was standing three feet from me.