If Looks Could Kill

As it turns out you can't drive from Piccadilly to New York.

I hopped on the plane at London airport and made sure that I could get my car to New York ASAP. I had to pay quite a bit extra but I managed to do it. The car would arrive in New York just a day after I would.

I hop into the bathroom's at the airport. Inside there is one old woman who is standing there looking at the mirrors. She's got a head scarf over her head and dark sunglasses over her eyes. She kinda scares me, reminds of a terrorist.

I stand next to her trying not to look at her but she's really off putting. I can hear a faint noise coming from under her head scarf. What the hell does she keep under there? Rats?

I turn the tap on and splash some water over my face before realizing that, my make-up would get ruined. I sigh at my own stupidity. I grab my new handbag from the new Kardashian collection and pull out my make-up bag.

When I'm about half way through touching up my face, the old woman next to me takes a large sniff into the air. I turn to look at her weird-ed out. Then she smirks.

"I was more beautiful than your mother once." She says in a raspy tone, hissing the S's. Like a snake. My eyes widen. What the heck? My mother is dead!

"Who the hell are you? My mother is dead!" I yell quickly trying to gather up my stuff so I can get the hell out of there.

"You reek of your siblings sent. I ought to kill you." She says in the horrible accent that she has. Kill me?! Is this woman high?

"Lady! What are you on?" I shriek. I drop my lipstick into the sink and a red mark runs down the side of the white sink. Great. Now I need to buy a new lipstick.

"Hold on. You smell different," She says suddenly. "You are I are very similar, we both have looks to die for." She says emphasizing the 'die' bit.

Without warning she removes her sunglasses. I look into her eyes and realize that they're gold! What the hell! No drugs do that! Then I realize that no drugs do, do that. I remember back to one of the Greek mythology books I read when I was trying to find out what I am.

Medusa.

I realize it too late and she has already taken the headscarf off as look up to her. Great. I'm going to die because some ancient, and don't forget extinct, monster is in the bathroom at the London airport.

My eyes meet hers and I prepare for the worst. Her snake hair-do is terrifying. I'm quite surprised that I haven't passed out from shock yet. Or died for that matter because you know, that's kinda her thing.

We stare at each other in shock for a good 15 seconds. Before Medusa yells in frustration, "Why are you not dying?!"
I shrug my shoulders. How would I know?
"Why are you alive?" I ask, "I believe that Medusa is actually dead." As soon as the word, dead, leaves my mouth. Medusa's golden eyes widen and starts to choke on her own blood.

Just like my Bio teacher and Parents.

Oh god. I looked at Medusa and killed her rather than her looking at me and killing me! What kind of freak am I?

"NOOO! Medusa screams, I only just got back since that freak Perseus Jackson killed me!" She scream as blood pours from her cheeks and mouth. I grab all my stuff, not wanting to get it all bloody and navigate my high heeled shoes around the pooling blood at my feet.

What I have a plane to catch.

Notes

So heres chapter three! I wrote it in math...yea I hate math.

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