The acrid smoke was increasingly plunging him into a state of helplessness. He was still standing on the beach, trying to pull himself together and run as far away as possible, but he couldn't. There would probably be bruises left on his arm, which wasn't a big problem, there were always injuries on the bodies of runaways, however what truly terrified him was the thought of how Mary's last plea had been to follow her rules. Don't trust. Don't fall in love. Don't look back.
As for the last prohibition, there were some minor difficulties, in the form of coughing behind him.
Maybe he had inhaled too much smoke and started seeing hallucinations? There was no other explanation for the fact that the boy who had disappeared without a trace several years ago was standing in front of him.
The pupils of those green eyes, filled with horror, widened at the sight before him. The tongues of flame, already almost extinguished, danced in the darkness of the deserted beach, while the blood on the car had already turned into black ash.
The boy seemed to have finally remembered that he had come here not to stare at such a sight, but for business.
-Alex Mitchell, right?- the brunette asked, coughing.
-Kevin Day, isn't it?- the brown-eyed boy's voice seemed unusual after such a long silence. It was impossible not to recognize the star player, whose characteristic feature was the Roman two on his cheek, Kayleigh Day's son, who had disappeared several years ago under unknown circumstances. All these years his face had been shown on television, along with his "brother" from the team- Riko, who begged viewers for any information about his teammate. And now this person, who had never said a single word to Moriyami, had appeared in front of him and was actually saying something himself? Nonsense. Perhaps it was madness caused by his mother's death, but it certainly wasn't reality.
-You're coming with me.- the green-eyed boy stated.
-This isn't up for discussion. Your life is in danger right now.- the person who had seen him for the second time had immediately realized about his problems. His mother had been right when she said that Abram was terrible at keeping secrets.- We'll help you, Alex. Just come with me.
-We?- the brown-eyed boy repeated, not believing his words. Was there someone else here whom he hadn't noticed?
-People at the camp.- Day cut him off.- Today I'm the only one they sent to look for the demigod, don't know why, don't ask.
At the hostels Mary used to read Greek myths to her son, so the brunette knew about demigods. Not that Abram was so stupid that he couldn't read on his own, the problem was something else, namely dyslexia. The neon signs of the places they stayed at were something the brown-eyed boy had never been able to read. The letters got mixed up as if they wanted to drive him insane and see which word would manage to do it the fastest.
-Were you kidnapped and hit on the head when you disappeared? We're humans and have nothing to do with the gods of Olympus.
-Believe me, I thought the same thing until I found out about my father. Alex, we don't have much time, either you come with me to the camp, or I drag both you and myself there.
The madman was right, Nathan's men weren't going to wait while he and Day had a nice little conversation.
Romero had already shown his skills with a gun on Alex's mother today, so what was stopping him from shooting two birds with one stone in a single evening? In his head, he heard the whistle of the bullet that had wounded Mary.
What did he have to lose? Only his life, and it was already in danger anyway.
Kevin ran to the car, which, as Nvl suspected, didn't belong to the boy. Just a fairytale, it hadn't even been a few hours since Mitchell had broken all the prohibitions.
The door slammed loudly. Day gave the boy a disapproving look for treating the vehicle so carelessly, but Mitchell didn't care, the most important thing was safety, and he could take care of everything else.
The brunette started the car and gradually picked up speed. The asphalt, surprisingly, was smooth, though there were stones from time to time.
-Do you even understand anything?- Kevin broke the silence first.
-Can you explain what's going on? Because I don't understand, really.
-Well,- the tattooed boy sighed.- I'm the son of Dionysus, actually. Back when they couldn't find me, I was in Camp Half-Blood, where Andrew took me,- Alex hummed sleepily, showing that he was listening.- you'll meet him later. That's where I found out about my heritage and decided to stay. They taught me everything I needed to know and protected me. Your divine father or mother will help you, there's no doubt about that.
-A cult, but hopefully a safe one.- the brown-eyed boy muttered without enthusiasm.
-I told you, everything will be fine. And now sleep, you'll have plenty of things to do once we get there.
Mitchell didn't bother answering. Dreams quickly caught up with him and sank their claws into the young man's consciousness.
Majestic black walls rose before him from the inside. He couldn't make out everything perfectly, the feeling of emptiness seemed to burst out from everywhere, making it seem as though nothing existed besides the edges of the building. There were no people either, though the voice was becoming clearer and clearer, as if it were coming from everywhere.
-Neil,- it wasn't his name, but for some reason they were addressing him inside his own head.- Neil Josten. You will finally reach the truth.
The last letters were already fading into a ringing echo.
Mitchell jolted awake so abruptly that even he was surprised.
-Nightmare?- Day asked, driving the vehicle along a rocky road. He had clearly been swearing before this.
-I'm Neil Josten.- Mitchell declared.
Kevin Day's exclamation was indescribable, and his expression had to be seen- the shock was simply written all over his face, while his hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter.
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