The Red-Headed Nightmare

Chapter Seven

Erm, sorry? Long wait, I know, but we went on vacation (which, honesty, wasn't that fun). But I bet this chapter makes up for it! *wink, wink*

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Walking into The Empire State Building, Rachel calmed her nerves. The gods won't do anything rash, would they? There was a nagging thought in the back of her mind that kept whispering, Apollo only wanted you here to kill you and Octavian! The other person was just a warning, 'don't make friends with oracles, they'll only get you killed.'

It made sense, though, if you think about it. It was their fault, that the Camps were in chaos, they had predicted terrible war between both the Camps and Gaea. And the woman in her dreams had also said that "wars, terror and death follow in her footsteps." And then the while thing about "the Crooked One's right hand."

All this thinking was making her head hurt.

Walking up to the doorman, she said, "I need the keys for the 600th floor, please."

"There ain't no 600th floor, kid. Move along, now." He said, not even looking up.

"Do you know who I am?" RED snapped, "Huh? Do you?"

"Don't know, don't care, kid." He sighed, still not looking up.

"Don't make me turn all oracle-y on you!" Rachel sang, "It won't be pretty!"

Finally looking up, the doorman snapped, annoyed, "Kid, you don't know who you're messing with-" He trailed off, "Jeez! You're Rachel Elizabeth Dare! You're Percy Jackson's friend, right? Could you-"

Letting out a sigh, Rachel Elizabeth Dare cut him off, "I'm not here to put in a good word with Percy Jackson! I'm here to go to Olympus!"

"Erm, Ms Dare, aren't you mortal? You can't-"

"Save it," RED snapped, "Just give me the freaking keys."

Numbly, the doorman handed over the keys without a word.

"Finally! Thank you, we'll be on our way, now."

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On the elevator, Rachel Elizabeth Dare was antsy.

What if the gods called her up here into kill her?

What if Rebecca disrespected a god[dess] and they killed RED and Octavian will her?

What if the dream was a fake?

What if Octavian starts ranting about the Greeks again?

What if Apollo doesn't let her be the oracle anymore?

What if rainbow gummy bears started flying on rainbows?

Hey, with gods you can never be sure.

But the worst part? Rebecca kept smirking at her from the corner of her eye, almost as if she knew something Rachel didn't. It was unnerving.

Relax, she demanded of herself, you're fine, if they want to kill you, you'd be dead.

Wow, what pleasant thoughts.