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The Titans Curse, Page 26

Rick Riordan

Page 26

 

  I ran through the exhibits and ducked behind a tour group. I looked for my friends, but I couldnt see them anywhere. Where was the dam snack bar?

  "Stop!" The metal-detector guy yelled.

  There was no place to go but into an elevator with the tour group. I ducked inside just as the door closed.

  "Well be going down seven hundred feet," our tour guide said cheerfully. She was a park ranger, with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail and tinted glasses. I guess she hadnt noticed that I was being chased. "Dont worry, ladies and gentlemen, the elevator hardly ever breaks. "

  "Does this go to the snack bar?" I asked her.

  A few people behind me chuckled. The tour guide looked at me. Something about her gaze made my skin tingle.

  "To the turbines, young man," the lady said. "Werent you listening to my fascinating presentation upstairs?"

  "Oh, uh, sure. Is there another way out of the dam?"

  "Its a dead end," a tourist behind me said. "For heavens sake. The only way out is the other elevator. "

  The doors opened.

  "Go right ahead, folks," the tour guide told us. "Another ranger is waiting for you at the end of the corridor. "

  I didnt have much choice but to go out with the group.

  "And young man," the tour guide called. I looked back. Shed taken off her glasses. Her eyes were startlingly gray, like storm clouds. "There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it. "

  The doors closed with the tour guide still inside, leaving me alone.

  Before I could think too much about the woman in the elevator, a ding came from around the corner. The second elevator was opening, and I heard an unmistakable sound—the clattering of skeleton teeth.

  I ran after the tour group, through a tunnel carved out of solid rock. It seemed to run forever. The walls were moist, and the air hummed with electricity and the roar of water. I came out on a U-shaped balcony that overlooked this huge warehouse area. Fifty feet below, enormous turbines were running. It was a big room, but I didnt see any other exit, unless I wanted to jump into the turbines and get churned up to make electricity. I didnt.

  Another tour guide was talking over the microphone, telling the tourists about water supplies in Nevada. I prayed that Thalia, Zoe, and Grover were okay. They might already be captured, or eating at the snack bar, completely unaware that we were being surrounded. And stupid me: I had trapped myself in a hole hundreds of feet below the surface.

  I worked my way around the crowd, trying not to be too obvious about it. There was a hallway at the other side of the balcony—maybe some place I could hide. I kept my hand on Riptide, ready to strike.

  By the time I got to the opposite side of the balcony, my nerves were shot. I backed into the little hallway and watched the tunnel Id come from.

  Then right behind me I heard a sharp Chhh! like the voice of a skeleton.

  Without thinking, I uncapped Riptide and spun, slashing with my sword.

  The girl Id just tried to slice in half yelped and dropped her Kleenex.

  "Oh my god. " she shouted. "Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?"

  The first thing that went through my head was that the sword hadnt hurt her. It had passed clean through her body, harmlessly. "Youre mortal!"

  She looked at me in disbelief. "Whats that supposed to mean? Of course Im mortal! How did you get that sword past security?"

  "I didnt—Wait, you can see its a sword?"

  The girl rolled her eyes, which were green like mine. She had frizzy reddish-brown hair. Her nose was also red, like she had a cold. She wore a big maroon Harvard sweatshirt and jeans that were covered with marker stains and little holes, like she spent her free time poking them with a fork.

  "Well, its either a sword or the biggest toothpick in the world," she said. "And why didnt it hurt me? I mean, not that Im complaining. Who are you? And whoa, what is that youre wearing? Is that made of lion fur?"

  She asked so many questions so fast, it was like she was throwing rocks at me. I couldnt think of what to say. I looked at my sleeves to see if the Nemean Lion pelt had somehow changed back to fur, but it still looked like a brown winter coat to me.

  I knew the skeleton warriors were still chasing me. I had no time to waste. But I just stared at the redheaded girl. Then I remembered what Thalia had done at Westover Hall to fool the teachers. Maybe I could manipulate the Mist.

  I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers. "You dont see a sword," I told the girl. "Its just a ballpoint pen. "

  She blinked. "Um… no. Its a sword, weirdo. "

  "Who are you?" I demanded.

  She huffed indignantly. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Now, are you going to answer my questions or should I scream for security?"

  "No!" I said. "I mean, Im kind of in a hurry. Im in trouble. "

  "In a hurry or in trouble?"

  "Um, sort of both. "

  She looked over my shoulder and her eyes widened. "Bathroom!"

  "What?"

  "Bathroom! Behind me! Now!"

  I dont know why, but I listened to her. I slipped inside the boys bathroom and left Rachel Elizabeth Dare standing outside. Later, that seemed cowardly to me. Im also pretty sure it saved my life.

  I heard the clattering, hissing sounds of skeletons as they came closer.

  My grip tightened on Riptide. What was I thinking? Id left a mortal girl out there to die. I was preparing to burst out and fight when Rachel Elizabeth Dare started talking in that rapid-fire machine gun way of hers.

  "Oh my god! Did you see that kid? Its about time you got here. He tried to kill me! He had a sword, for gods sake. You security guys let a sword-swinging lunatic inside a national landmark? I mean, jeez! He ran that way toward those turbine thingies. I think he went over the side or something. Maybe he fell. "

  The skeletons clattered excitedly. I heard them moving off.

  Rachel opened the door. "All clear. But youd better hurry. "

  She looked shaken. Her face was gray and sweaty.

  I peeked around the corner. Three skeleton warriors were running toward the other end of the balcony. The way to the elevator was clear for a few seconds.

  "I owe you one, Rachel Elizabeth Dare. "

  "What are those things?" she asked. "They looked like—"

  "Skeletons?"

  She nodded uneasily.

  "Do yourself a favor," I said. "Forget it. Forget you ever saw me. "

  "Forget you tried to kill me?"

  "Yeah. That, too. "

  "But who are you?"

  "Percy—" I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. "Gotta go!"

  "What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?"

  I bolted for the exit.

  The cafe was packed with kids enjoying the best part of the tour—the dam lunch. Thalia, Zoe, and Grover were just sitting down with their food.

  We need to leave," I gasped. "Now!" But we just got our burritos!" Thalia said. Zoe stood up, muttering an Ancient Greek curse. "Hes right! Look. "

  The cafe windows wrapped all the way around the observation floor, which gave us a beautiful panoramic view of the skeletal army that had come to kill us.

  I counted two on the east side of the dam road, blocking the way to Arizona. Three more on the west side, guarding Nevada. All of them were armed with batons and pistols.

  But our immediate problem was a lot closer. The three skeletal warriors whod been chasing me in the turbine room now appeared on the stairs. They saw me from across the cafeteria and clattered their teeth.

  "Elevator!" Grover said. We bolted that direction, but the doors opened with a pleasant ding, and three more warriors stepped out. Every warrior was accounted for, minus the one Bianca had blasted to flames in New Mexico. We were completely surrounded.

  Then Grover had a brilliant, totally Grover-like idea.

  "Burrito fight!" he yelled, and flung his Guacamole Grande at the nearest skeleton.


  Now, if you have never been hit by a flying burrito, count yourself lucky. In terms of deadly projectiles, its right up there with grenades and cannonballs. Grovers lunch hit the skeleton and knocked his skull clean off his shoulders. Im not sure what the other kids in the cafe saw, but they went crazy and started throwing their burritos and baskets of chips and sodas at each other, shrieking and screaming.

  The skeletons tried to aim their guns, but it was hopeless. Bodies and food and drinks were flying everywhere.

  In the chaos, Thalia and I tackled the other two skeletons on the stairs and sent them flying into the condiment table. Then we all raced downstairs, Guacamole Grandes whizzing past our heads.

  "What now?" Grover asked as we burst outside.

  I didnt have an answer. The warriors on the road were closing in from either direction. We ran across the street to the pavilion with the winged bronze statues, but that just put our backs to the mountain.

  The skeletons moved forward, forming a crescent around us. Their brethren from the cafe were running up to join them. One was still putting its skull back on its shoulders. Another was covered in ketchup and mustard. Two more had burritos lodged in their rib cages. They didnt look happy about it. They drew batons and advanced.

  "Four against eleven," Zoe muttered. "And they cannot die. "

  "Its been nice adventuring with you guys," Grover said, his voice trembling.

  Something shiny caught the corner of my eye. I glanced behind me at the statues feet. "Whoa," I said. "Their toes really are bright. "

  "Percy!" Thalia said. "This isnt the time. "

  But I couldnt help staring at the two giant bronze guys with tall bladed wings like letter openers. They were weathered brown except for their toes, which shone like new pennies from all the times people had rubbed them for good luck.

  Good luck. The blessing of Zeus.

  I thought about the tour guide in the elevator. Her gray eyes and her smile. What had she said? There is always a way for those clever enough to find it.

  "Thalia," I said. "Pray to your dad. "

  She glared at me. "He never answers. "

  "Just this once," I pleaded. "Ask for help. I think… I think the statues can give us some luck. "

  Six skeletons raised their guns. The other five came forward with batons. Fifty feet away. Forty feet.

  "Do it!" I yelled.

  "No!" Thalia said. "He wont answer me. "

  "This time is different!"

  "Who says?"

  I hesitated. "Athena, I think. "

  Thalia scowled like she was sure Id gone crazy.

  "Try it," Grover pleaded.

  Thalia closed her eyes. Her lips moved in a silent prayer. I put in my own prayer to Annabeths mom, hoping I was right that it had been her in that elevator—that she was trying to help us save her daughter.

  And nothing happened.

  The skeletons closed in. I raised Riptide to defend myself. Thalia held up her shield. Zoe pushed Grover behind her and aimed an arrow at a skeletons head.

  A shadow fell over me. I thought maybe it was the shadow of death. Then I realized it was the shadow of an enormous wing. The skeletons looked up too late. A flash of bronze, and all five of the baton-wielders were swept aside.