Misted Eyes

Stowaways, Peanuts and Goddess of Feistiness

I stuffed the last of the chicken-salted chips into my mouth and looked at Lee wearily. Ethan scrunched the chip bag up and threw it in an airport trashcan, rocking back on his heels.
"Gate five New York to Sydney closing in five minutes." The intercom trilled. (I'm not going to go into how we got to the airport; it was a scarring experience involving EyeBalls and a white van definitely followed by the federal police. Never trust a white van.)

Lee swore in Ancient Greek (not that I could understand: I could speak shaky Latin though).
"Go go go," Ethan chanted as we jogged down a wide hall. Lee was fastest, and weaved through the crowds expertly. Ethan was on her heels as I wheezed, clambering behind them.
We reached the supply closet, which Lee had found on a map, and with a quick flick of my wrist it swung open. We snuck in and locked it, Ethan finding a light switch quickly. Whitewashed brightness filled the room and I crossed to the opposite wall, dodging mop buckets and shelves. When I got to the opposite side, I surveyed it.
"Reckon you could magic up a door?" Ethan asked, peering at the wall. Lee cringed.
"He needs to preserve his energy," she said doubtfully. Ethan sighed.
"So what do we do? The plane takes off in like 10 minutes," I comment.
"Try to contact your dad?" Lee said hopefully. I wrinkled my nose.
"Last time we talked I kind of badmouthed him," I tell them reluctantly. Ethan hopped away from the wall as the handle of the supply closet jiggled.
"Crap!" Lee hissed, gesturing frantically for us to get behind shelves. I ducked behind a bundle of mops and brooms and crouched, as Lee faded into nothing and Ethan hid in the a closet.
The door was unlocked and a woman stepped in, in a janitor's uniform. She had clear pale skin and wide brown eyes. She looked around 18, and had a beautiful round face and a slim build.

"Who's there!" She barked. I stared at her. What the hell. A bubble of hysteria formed in my throat at the ridiculousness of this entire thing. Less than a week ago, my biggest worry was passing Algebra. Now it was being found out by a strangely angry lady whilst my dead friend and I hid under some mops and shelves whilst a son of an Olympian hid in a closet seconds after we were contemplating how to break into a plane to travel to the country I had accidentally left via a magical doorway to save a Titaness...
I snapped out of my hysteria as the woman drew a long breath, sniffing suspiciously. Lee looked at me from her hiding spot, pale eyes wide with panic.
"I know you're there!" The woman hollered, pale complexion flushing beet red. I thought desperately.
Lee shifted, causing a billow of dust to rise. It wooshed into the cracks of the closet. Oh this is so cliché. I thought miserably, seconds before a loud ACHOO rang from the closet. The woman screeched and launched her thin body towards the doors of the cupboard, but Lee moved fast. She rolled from her hiding spot and struck out with her clunky combat boots, smacking the woman in the back of the knees. Lee scuttled back just as the woman collapsed, hollering.
"Stupid-demigod-scum!" She cried out, enraged. Lee halted, exchanging confused looks with me.
"Show yourself, demigod!" The woman continued, "For I am the great goddess Lyssa!"
"Oh, gods!" Lee cried out, "My lady, I am so sorry!"
She scrambled to her feet.
Lyssa glared at her, plump lips curving into a snarl.
"You ... Argg!" She cried. I took this moment to stand up, figuring I didn't like my chances of hiding. I slipped out from behind the mops.
"Hello," I said lightly. Lyssa got to her feet fluidly before noticing me. She glared at me challengingly, fists clenched.
"Who are you!" She demanded. I kept my expression calm and collected.
"Ryan Adams. Son of Janus." I told her, offering a hand to shake. Her lip curled in distaste.
"Cool," I said awkwardly, taking my hand back. A few seconds later and Ethan tumbled out of the closet, coughing.
"Sorry," He said, "Got distracted."
Lyssa suddenly roared in rage and pounced at him. Ethan yelped and ducked away, hands held up to his chest childishly as he pranced nervously next to me.
"Who're you?!" He spluttered.
"Lyssa! Goddess of rage and madness!" She said proudly, drawing herself up.
"No kidding, honey," I say mildly. She glared at me but didn't pounce. Her black hair had settled on her shoulders and she breathed deeply.
"What are you three doing in here?" She asked, eyeing the room.
"Breaking into a plane," I told her. I looked sideways at Lee, who was staring at me, and Ethan, who was quaking.
Lyssa arched her dark eyebrows. I distantly acknowledged how attractive she was, but pushed it away irritably.
"What's the gorgeous goddess Lyssa doing in an airport supply closet?" I asked. Then realized I had called her gorgeous. Mental pat on the back there Ry, I thought dryly. She blinked at me.
"Well- I - uh..." Lyssa murmured, swallowing audibly. Ethan clapped me on the back for no apparent reason.
"Uh," I said awkwardly, "OK. So, um, we'd better get back to the whole stowaway thing..."
Lee hummed in agreement and smiled tentatively at Lyssa.
"Again, I'm very sorry for attacking you," She murmured. Lyssa laughed dryly.
"I'm used to it. The whole anger-aura thing usually makes people angry..." She said, briwn eyes flickering to me. I smiled crookedly and scratched the back of my neck.
"Um... So, what are you doing here?" Ethan asked politely.
"I had to deal with some monsters that almost killed a very important mortal," Lyssa sighed, "What you humans call President or whatever."
I grinned, "You saved the president?"
Lyssa looked at me suspiciously.
"Yes. And?"
I shook my head, "Nothing."
She studied me for a second before 'hmph'ing.
"Goddess?" Lee asked timidly. Lyssa regarded her.
"We kind of need to go," I finished, as Lee stuttered and her cheeks darkened.
Lyssa's fists clenched and Ethan squeaked and I felt him bump into my arm trying to get further away. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics and smiled at Lyssa.
"Nice meeting you, Lys," I said cheekily, turning slightly and clapping Ethan on the shoulder.
"C'mon, coward," I sighed. Lee murmured something and checked the printed-out schedule we had nicked from a flight attendant.
"Crap!" She cursed, followed by much stronger language. Lyssa laughed.
"We missed the flight," Lee huffed. I groan, hanging my head back. Ethan snuck a look at the schedule. He narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah... Nope," He said, "Still can't read it. Darn dyslexia."
I snorted.
"When's the next flight?" I asked Lee, who didn't suffer from dyslexia since her death.
Lucky bastard.
OK that was horrible.
"Not for another ... What the Hades! 19 hours!" She moaned, jiggling on her heels anxiously. I looked at her, amused.
"That's one way to get exercise," Ethan said suggestively to Lee, who backhanded his shoulder angrily.
"Holy shi-!" Ethan yelped as he ducked from Lyssa's much more powerful punch that soon followed. Lee grinned and Lyssa shrugged, gesturing to the ghost as way of explanation.
"Okay, so, how do we get to Sydney in time? I don't know about you three, but this ADHD? In an airport? I'm gonna get at least four people accidentally killed." I said. Lyssa glared at me.
"'You three'? Who said I was coming with you, Adams?" She snarled. I gulped, but kept on a calm facade.
"She's a goddess, Ryan," Ethan chided, "You can't expect a goddess to-"
"I'll come," Lyssa growled, glaring at him fiercely. He gulped.
"Cool!" I said enthusiastically, "Let's g- Oh... The 19 hours thing."
Lyssa smirked knowingly and began to glow.