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The First Daughter

FEARS

Chapter Twelve:

Well jeez I don't know what else to tell you, other than we went to the train station and actually pointlessly boring and nothing happened again. Oh the irony that at Penn Station that we were supposed to be safe and everywhere else we were safe: Life is more twisted than I thought.

But hold on kiddos, this chapter happens to have some action, ok a lot of action. But it all started back at the train station in Shreveport Louisiana, other than the extreme humidity, even in January, it was freezing! Just because there is humidity in the air apparently just doesn't make it hot, if the air is cold it makes it feel colder.

“Welcome to the South!” Darren said with a smile.
“You've been here before?” Lilly asked.
“Mom and I lived in the South a lot; Louisiana a lot for some odd reason.”
“Why didn't you say something before?” I asked.
Darren flashed a huge grin and replied, “You never asked.”

We walked out of the train station and looked around for a transport of some sort. “Bus or Cab?” Lilly asked. I thought for a moment and smiled, “I'm feeling a lil' generous, let's go for a taxi.” We all walked towards the front of the building. We slowed because of the people in front of us and so we waited patiently for our turn to exit the building.

That was when my alarm bells went off, but I was too slow to react when a hand that was slightly reptilian grabbed Darren's shoulder and with a quick yelp and he was pulled into the crowd. I turned and I looked around for Darren. I had decided that I couldn't pull out my bow until absolutely necessary but I really still wanted to pull it out.

I grabbed Lilly's hand and I pushed myself through the bumbling crowd, bumping into a lot of people that wanted to get away. But for a moment the crowd disappeared and I saw in the center of the room Darren and a woman with a thick long python's tail from her waist down. I gasped and the crowd was back and I didn't see the half snake woman and Darren.

I smelled the air and yes I did smell snake but apparently it came from a little pet garner snake in a plastic carrying case. Now let me tell you this now: I: with a white hot intensity of a thousand and one suns: HATE SNAKES! See I was bitten by a venomous snake: yeah I was in Texas that ONE time and I got bit and next thing I knew I was in a hospital. You'd think since my Mother is the goddess of creatures that the snake would be nice to me and leave me alone. Well I just had to walk in and it hissed at me and then it managed to bite me. So yes I hate snakes.

I inched away from the guy with the snake and continued to look for Darren in the crowd. I heard Lilly whimper and I looked down at her and saw her shaking and stared in fear at the center of the building: without taking her eyes off the center she reached for my arm and slowly drew close to me. I looked towards the center and only saw a crowd. My alarms reached their peak, and my head hurt my body yelled at me to move or do something but I didn't know where the danger was coming from. Then something thick and heavy hit my legs and knocked me to the ground. I hit my head on the stone floor and found myself staring at the ceiling.

I quickly got back up and noticed that Lilly had disappeared in the crowd. People brushed up against ne and starting to push me back. I started to freak out as I could hardly breathe and yearned for space and fresh air. Another fun fact about me: I'm claustrophobic, and that was NOT helping me at all. I was swept up in the sea of people. I screamed as the people pushed me out towards the door. I thought they were just being rude and were just trying to get through. But I looked and found they were intentionally pushing me away, they no longer had suitcases, or any bags but were just people pushing against me. I reached my hand up screamed for all it was worth. Everyone in that train station was literally against me

“SAVE YOUR FRIENDS!!!” A harsh voice yelled. The voice was cold cruel and unforgiving, it was like when your Mom was seriously upset because you did something wrong. The people surrounded me and the air around me seemed to suck the air out of me. I felt like drowning in a waterspout together the people lefted me up and I practically crowd surfed in a tornado of people. My head spun: I could hardly think, I looked down and I saw people somehow standing in a hole bottomless hole. Now don't ask me how that works but it did anyway, I still don't know how that happened and how physics didn't apply to these people. They continued to pass me along the line of people and I was slowly going into the hole.

I screamed as I tried to stop the people from carrying me into the bottomless pit. No: I wanted the air, the blue sky. I hated the crammed people in the hole, and worse yet, as I looked down I couln't see what was in there!
I heard a voice laugh as I struggled against the people, and a body appeared suspended in air he stood there with disheveled hair, and eyes that were wide with fear and looked like he hadn't slept in centuries, an dclothes that were rags and was dirty from top to bottom.
“I have not had this much since,” He paused for a moment, “Since the Black Plague!” He reclined on an invisible chair, “Oh the fear of The Great Plague: The fear of death and the unknown! This is so much fun!”

I was still being carried down the hole, and I shouted, “WHO ARE YOU!!!?”
The guy disappeared in black smoke and reappeared on my left side with a bowler cap and cane and took off his hat and bowed in an gentlemanly way, “The name is Deimos, minor god of Fear, and I will be your fear today.”
“I FEAR NOTHING!” I lied.
Deimos looked up and wagged his finger back and forth and clicked his tongue, “Tick, tisk, tisk: Don't lie to me Hannah: I know everyone's fear: even yours.”
I continued down the line of people, and the hole was coming closer to me and it rose closer to me at the same time.
“You hate being enclosed in tight spaces: you fear snakes, and you fear that you'll never get your Mother back and that you'll be hated amongst The Hunters.” I screamed at the top of my lungs as the darkness of the hole overcame me, my heart pumped, squeezing the blood through my veins and quickly too! I felt like I couldn't breathe as the walls closed in around me, and darkness surrounded me. I screamed through the emptiness and darkness surrounded me and I heard that harsh mother voice yell, “SAVE YOUR FRIENDS!!!”
and I heard Lilly scream, “I CAN'T!!!”
I screamed bloody murder again as fear arose and took over my mind.
“YOU CAN STOP THEM!!!!” The harsh mother voice replied again.
I heard Lilly scream again and a green mist shrouded around me, and I heard the harsh mother voice whisper, “You have failed the test.”

My lungs took in the green mist and I felt it fill my body, and take me over. The hands of the people fell away from me but I was left suspended in the air. My heart slowed down and the fear subsided, and my body automatically heaved in and breathed in a massive amount of green mist entered my body. I felt it filling myself like helium filling a balloon. My head fell back and tried to breathe out but my body didn't let me but just continued breathing in for the mist. My eyes rolled back and my head felt light headed and I closed my eyes and fell unconscious.

Notes

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Comments

@WritingDreams
Glad to hear that! I am writing the squeal now and if you click my profile you will find other stories I author in...

Eliza Rush Eliza Rush
2/23/15

@Eliza Rush
I know what you mean. All the characters in my book usually have something of me in them.


@Blackjack Tempest
Kinda but not really... In all honesty all the character have a little bit of me in them...

Eliza Rush Eliza Rush
2/16/15

Did you base Eliza on yourself?

Really well written! I truly appreciated the whole storyline, with its well-development characters and adventurous plot. I would love to read some more.

WritingDreams WritingDreams
1/28/15