When I say Hillary had a nice place, I mean a 7th floor, 6 room apartment with two windows in each room and two bathrooms. So It was nice for apartment complex standards. We rushed through the parking lot and passed by the lobby, and no one seemed to care what was happening. Hillary ushered the two of us toward the elevation hallway.
The elevator hallway was full of... well, elevators (no surprise there.) We had Ethan across our shoulders, but now, mine ached like there was no tomorrow. We stood silently as we waited for an elevator to be available. Then, the elevator on the far left dinged and the silver doors slid open. Despite all the people waiting for an elevator, we scooted past them and rushed in, because, our hospitality levels were very high that day.
Hillary pressed a button with the number 7 on it. The button glowed and doors closed as we went up.
Behind me, I noticed an elderly couple, about in their late 60's, staring at us, but mostly Ethan, who was still unconscious, though he was smirking and giggling like an idiot. Then he mumbled something, something about him taking a ride on a Tardis. (Whatever in Hades that was.) The couple looked like tourists, I could tell from their surprisingly pale skin, Bermuda shorts, and Hawaiian-themed shirts.
"Um... he-he partied too hard," Hannah suggested to them. "Man, does he love that Kool-Aid!"
"Whee!!" Ethan seemed to giggle, as if still riding that Tardis in his mind. (Again, don't know what that is.)
That was a very weird, out-of-the-blue excuse, yet the elderly people seemed to buy into it. The man leaned closer to his wife. "Teens these days, with their eye for crack parties and techy-devices." He whispered, rolling his eyes. "If you ask me, they all have more common sense when they are drunk than sober!"
"Agreed," The woman subtly nodded.
I wanted to retort a comment like, Well, at least we don't smell like chicken soup and mothballs! But I had Ethan to worry about. He looked so weak, so helpless; I just wanted to cuddle him up in my arms. (This was kind of the situation.)
He was a dear friend to Hillary and me, and more importantly, he was part of our quest. Whoever his godly parent was -Apollo, Ares, Athena, or another A god-, how long would it take to find another offspring of a dead god? I silently prayed to my father, then remembering that he was probably dead or too insane to hear me, I prayed to Artemis.
Please, let Ethan be alright. Bless him with your godly magic and what-not. A fair trade: Ethan's health for a life supply of arrows! Oh right, you're immortal...
Music to my ears, the bell rung and the elevator doors slid open once more. On the other side of the doorway, people crowded the entrance, making it hard to squeeze through. I would have been pushed back into the elevator if Hannah hadn't grabbed the collar of my sweatshirt, choking me a little, yanking me out of the stampede. I would have thanked her but she nudged my shoulder with her sharp elbow. "Come on! Dying boy here needs medical help!" she persisted.
We rushed through the halls with Hillary in the lead. She stopped us at a wooden door with a mechanical card slot. The metal plating on the door read: 7th floor, 2b: Davidian residents.
"This is it." Hillary declared. She pulled out a golden key card from her pocket, its black designs around the edges making me dizzy. She lodged it in and the lightbulb on the card slot blinked green. She then rammed through the door and ushered us in.
I have never been to Hillary's apartment before; we either hung out at my house or at the coastal shops near Hollywood beach. But when I saw the inside of casa de' Hillary, I wanted to spend the rest of the week there. Without being able to fully take in her structure, Hillary led us to a red-velvet couch. Hannah and I threw Ethan and the sofa with a ploomf. I propped his head up with a few hand-sewn pillows while Hillary went to get her sister. Hannah fixed herself a spot on the armrest, sweeping Ethan's dusk-brown hair out of his face, which was plastered against his bony cheeks.
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قصص عامةSierra scott seems like a normal 15 year-old girl- well every hero does at first. The Greek mythology world comes alive in front of her own eyes as she is called to find twelve demigods to fulfill their destinies in Olympus. Including her, they must...
