The Cursed Ones

Lizzie's POV

I looked at Jazz. I could tell there was something Vahl wasn't telling us. Or she wasn't telling the truth. I decided not to ask her about it, seeing as she just had and NDE. Or a Near Death Experience. The boat dad gave us was small, but nice. Plus, it was fully stocked with supplies.

We stopped in St. Petersburg, Florida for some more supplies, and, surprisingly, nothing happened. Which in turn, made me extremely nervous. Vahl was quiet and didn't talk much. After she fell in the ocean and nearly choked to death, I couldn't blame her, but I was worried.

Well, we made it to Galveston, Texas and let me just say, eww! The water is disgusting. The sand mixed in with the water, and it was gross. When we got off the boat, it disappeared in a shimmer of light.

"So, what now?" I asked. Jazz had a glazed look. I waved my hand in front of her face. She blinked and shook her head.

"What? Sorry. What?"

I smiled. "What now? How do we get to San Antonio?" I asked. Jazz scratched her head.

"We should probably find a convenience store and look for a map. They should have tourist attraction pamphlets, and maybe we can find one for the Alamo. That's where we're going right?" She said. I nodded, and we took off for the main street.

We we had no idea where to go. We asked several people, and they didn't know of anyplace. I was sitting on a curb, looking at the old houses, when someone sat down next to me.

"Having trouble finding some place?" A familiar voice said. I looked up, and squealed on the inside. I wrapped him in a bear hug.

"Oh my gods! Ryan! How, what, where did you come from?" I asked. He smiled.

"It complicated. What are you doing in Texas? Weren't you in New York?" He asked.

"I, ah, well, you see, I.." I heard a gasp. I turned around and saw Jazz run across the street, dragging Vahl along with her. She hugged Ryan.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. He laughed.

"I see you haven't lost your twin sense have you? I was sent here to protect some people." The mental gears in my head started moving. Ryan, moving away mysteriously, sent to protect people, and ending up in Texas? I gave him a glare.

"Are you protecting demigods?" I asked. He looked startled at the question, his brown eyes looking confused, then realization.

"Ya. How'd you guess?" He said, giving me a sly smile.

"Oh, just a guess. But seriously. How did you end up in Glaveston?" I asked.

"Well, I'm actually on a break. I was is Houston, protecting this girl and her brother. EmmaLee, and Daniel. Emm is 14 and Daniel is 17. It was hard to keep them safe. They were giving off a strong scent." I felt a tugging in my gut. Ugh! Not again!

"Um excuse me for a minute please!" I said, running across the street, not bothering to see if any cars were coming. I made it to the beach before water started bursting from my hands. I stuck them in the water, hoping no one would notice. I glanced around, and saw a tall figure, standing in the sand, and staring off at the horizon. The beach was fairly empty, and she was just standing there.

The water finally stopped, and I worked my way up to the road. I was in the middle of the street when my vision blackened. I started seeing images, and froze in place. I heard a scream, then my hearing stopped. I saw a hydra, it's head up close enough that I could see inside it mouth, I saw green mist swirling around in a dark room and I heard a deep voice laugh. I suddenly felt a crushing pain, and blacked out.



Jazz's POV

When I saw Lizzie coming back I sighed. It was never easy for us, especially her, to be around other people when our powers got out of control. When I saw her freeze, I screamed. Ryan jumped up, and ran out into the street.

It was a six wide lane, and it took him ten seconds to get across, but it took seven for a truck to hit her. I screamed again, and collapsed on my knees. I didn't have the heart to look at her, knowing I would probably go into a trance. I heard lots of voices. Someone called 9-1-1 and I felt Vahl's hand on my shoulder.

I heard a voice in my head. "Save her. Save her my daughter. Save your sister." I looked up and saw a cars stopped and a circle of people surrounding Lizzie. I ran over to her trying to muster up enough courage to look. I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd, and when I reached Lizzie, I fell to my knees and grabbed a water bottle from my back pack.

Ryan looked up and took note of what I was doing. He knew about our 'abilities' and let me help. The left side of her face was bloody and her ribs looked broken. Her eyes were closed, and her left leg was cut deep.

I pour the bottle of water on her face and tried to heal it. The blood cleared, and I moved to her leg. There was a six inch long gash in her leg. I took some ambrosia and shoved it down her mouth. I heard sirens in the distance, and rushed to heal her leg. The blood stopped flowing, but the gash wouldn't close.

I looked up and saw a helicopter landing near us. The people who had tried to help moved out of the way, so the pilot could land. The rest was a bit of a haze. I saw people rush over to Lizzie and put her on a stretcher and carried her to the helicopter.

I went in the helicopter with Lizzie, Ryan assuring me everything would be okay, and that him and Vahl would meet us at the hospital. I held her hand while the emergency crew people started hooking her up to antibiotics, and a bunch of other stuff. All I could do was hold her hand, and watch, hoping she would wake up.

Notes

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