already gone ///E. Grimhilde

Chapter 4- poisoned situations

AFTER MAL Left, Evie walked over to the boys' dorm. She knocked on the door and waited for a response, since she didn't have a key. When the door finally opened after a few minutes, Jay's head peeped out. After spotting Evie, he smiled and opened the door all the way, welcoming her inside. She stepped inside the dorm and waved to Lonnie, who was stretched out on the carpet, reading about the best ways to disarm an enemy. She waved back before standing up and closing her book.

"Oh, hey Evie, is my dress ready?" Lonnie asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah, I'll drop it off tomorrow, after the last class," Evie responded.

"Awesome." She started to leave before turning to look at Jay, "bye Jay!"

"Bye Lonnie, take a spare key with you." With that, Lonnie snatched up a key, tossed it in her hand, and left, leaving the room to Jay and Evie.

"What's up? I have practice in a few minutes, so make it quick," Jay turned his attention to the princess, using an elastic band to tie his hair- Tanner, Tarzan and Jane's son, recommended.

"Well, ever since Doug broke up with me for Sadie, I don't know, I was doing alright, but then, I see them around the school, and I feel all queasy."

"Hold on, Doug left you for Sadie? Snow White's daughter? Your own mother's sworn enemy?" Evie gave him a glare that could make Harry Hook shut up, and so the boy fell quiet. But when he glanced down at his watch, and blew out air. "Bye Evie, I gotta go!" With that, Jay grabbed his bag and tourney stick and left. The bluenette sat on Carlos' bed and sighed, this was the second time that day that she had been blown off and left alone. She straightened out the comforter with her slender fingers. Suddenly, a blue-ish mist surrounded her and the room. At first, she panicked and ran to the door, trying to jerk it open, only to find it locked.

"Now, now, Evie, running away from an esteemed guest is not very kind," a male voice chided her, "did your mother not teach you well enough?" She whirled around and pressed her back to the door, trembling in fear.

"Wh-who are you," she asked, hating her voice quaked. "Where are you?" The blue mist was everywhere, so she couldn't see where the man was. Then, a man with electric blue hair, and gray-like skin with a menacing snarl permanently written on his face stepped out- or rather the mist stepped around him.

"I'm Hayden, son of Hades. And you are Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen, Grimhilde," the man, Hayden, stated. "And I have a preposition for you." Evie stepped forward, curious how he knew her mother's real name -since no one did- and to get a better look. Her lip curled in disgust at his wardrobe options.

"What's your preposition, then," she asked. She knew a little about Hades, the God who tried to kill Hercules, and she knew that if he was here, he would be up to no good. "And how did you get here?"

"I want you to make an apple- a poisoned apple, and give it to a specific someone," the god (or demigod, since no one knows who his mother is) said with a yawn, picking his fingernails.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because if you don't, she dies." Hayden held up a hand, palm-up, and smoke seeped from it, swirling into an oval shape. Evie raised her eyebrows and looked at him. He held up a finger, winking, and then zapped the smoke with lightning, and the smoke turned color, showing Dizzy in her grandmother's shop, gluing gems and stones onto pieces of twisted metal.

"What does Dizzy have to do with poisoning people?"

"She doesn't. But if you fail to poison this person, then the only thing you'll ever find of the wee little girl are her ashes." Evie didn't believe him, so she scoffed and rolled her eyes. But Hayden raised his eyebrows and twisted his wrist, and the vision of Dizzy changed. She began choking, and dropped the bracelet she was working on. She held her throat, trying to get in one more breath. Evie lunged at Hayden, but she went right through him. Her eyes began to well up at the thought of her surrogate sister dying.

"Okay! I'll do it!" She called. Immediately, Dizzy stopped choking, and both girls sighed in relief. "I'll do it, you monster."

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm only doing what I was raised to do, and what you failed to do. Poison Herkie, son of Hercules, by tomorrow at midnight, and if you fail? You'll never see poor Dizzy again." Evie tried lunging at him again, but he dissipated into a wall of blue smoke. Her breathing quickened at the thought of poisoning someone, but she knew she had to do it, or else Dizzy would die. And the sooner she did it, the better.