It’s sad, I don’t have many reviews for this story :( I’m hesitant to start “UnStoppable” If I don’t start it, at least then I won’t have to endure all the hate for the ending I have planned for that… But for the two people who did review, ForeverAGallagherGirl135 and the Ice Within, thank you thank you thank you!  I love both of your reviews :)

Chapter Quote:

“I think prom is just about enjoying yourself.”

~Victoria Justice

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Chapter 9: Best Night Ever

Silena 

The past few weeks had slowly climaxed to almost a frenzy at school.  Why you might ask?  Three words.

Prom.  Next week.

The girls were in a frenzy trying to get guys to ask them out.  Guys were apparently in a frenzy trying to think of creative ways to ask girls out to prom.  Derek had asked Silena last week at one of the soccer games.  It had been a game against their high school’s biggest rival so the turnout of students was massive.  Derek had disappeared just before halftime.  Five soccer players from her high school came out with Derek running behind them and grinning maniacally.  The five soccer players stood in the center of the field before holding up one sign each.  Together, they spelled “PROM?” Derek had been handed a microphone and in front of two schools and probably three or four hundred people, publicly asked Silena if she would go to prom with him.  Naturally, Silena ran down to the field, told him “Hell yes” and gave him a kiss, much to the delight of the crowd who started cheering for them both.  He handed her the bouquet of white roses and the bluest irises Silena had ever seen.  As the two had walked hand in hand back to the stands, she smelled the irises, her favorite flower. 

The bouquet was still in a vase in her bedroom, surprisingly alive.  She’d never had much of a green thumb.  She wasn’t as bad as Bryn though.  Silena flashed back to an amusing conversation they’d had a few weeks ago.

Luke, Bryn, Derek, and Silena were in PE, walking around the gymnasium.  The two girls were in the middle of the boys.

“So Bryn, care to tell Luke and Silena about your cactus?” Derek inquired with an amused expression.  The daughter of Zeus glared at him.  To explain, Bryn had suddenly found an interest in plants of all sorts, mainly flowers.  When she couldn’t keep them alive, she decided to try a cactus.

“No, I do not care to tell,” Bryn snapped.

“What happened?” Luke prodded, intrigued.

She sighed. “I killed the cactus…”

“You killed a plant… that survives in desert?” Luke confirmed, trying not to laugh.

“Shut it,” Bryn said.  Silena, Derek, and Luke started laughing.  Bryn merely gave them a sheepish expression.

Silena smiled at the memory.  Currently, she and Bryn were sitting at the lunch table with Luke, Derek, and some of the boys’ friends and their friends’ dates.  Except for Bryn and Silena, who could really care less about prom, the other girls chattered away excitedly about what they were going to wear, how they were doing their hair, and all that nonsense.  Silena felt bad for Bryn.  No one, not even Luke, had asked her to prom.  She didn’t think Bryn really cared but still, all the girls at the table but her had a date.  Silena kept expecting her brother to ask the Daughter of Zeus to prom but if he had any intentions of doing so, he kept it hidden from his sister.

The main talker of the table was a girl name Gina.  She had shocking red hair and brown eyes.  Silena liked her for the most part, but the girl tended to be a little too hyper for her most of the time.  Gina was in the middle of describing what she was going to do to her hair for prom (which involved some really complex braid Silena thought was way too complicated for any type of occasion) when she stopped mid-sentence. “Does something smell like… ozone to you?”

Gina sniffed the air repeatedly.  Silena didn’t need to ask.  She looked over at Bryn who, obvious to Silena, was trying to calm herself down.

“Hey Bryn, do you want to go get a snack from the Fishbowl with me?” Silena queried.  The Fishbowl, as the students called it, was a separate eating room that sort of resembled a diner.  There were two entrances to it, with half- walls enclosing the room.  Then there was glass so you could see into the eating area, which is why the kids called it the Fishbowl.

“Let’s go,” Bryn replied immediately.  She stood up along with Silena. “Want anything Derek?  Luke?”

“I think we’re good,” Luke said, eyeing his blonde friend curiously.  He knew the ozone smell had come from her, he just didn’t know why.  Silena, on the other hand, had two theories.

When the two girls were a far enough distance away from their table that their group wouldn’t be able to hear them, Silena queried, “Okay, is it over Gina’s nonstop babbling about that crazy braid she’s going to do or is it because you’re seriously cramping?”

“Both,” Bryn grumbled. “I swear to the gods, if I hear her say one more thing about hairspray or bobby pins, she’s going to be a pile of ash in her chair.”

“You need some chocolate.  And a lot of it,” Silena decided, grabbing out a wad of cash. “We’re getting every chocolate snack they have to offer.”

“That sounds divine.  I don’t give a damn about the weird looks we’re going to receive.  I’m starved and I want chocolate.”

Silena chuckled.  They purchased the food and headed back to the table, quickly stuffing all their chocolate in their school bags.  Their group gave them a “what the heck” look but the two girls ignored it.  Bryn opened a bag of chocolate covered donuts when the first crack of thunder blasted above them.  It scared every single kid in the cafeteria.  Bryn flinched so violently, she accidently threw her package of donuts in the air.  They just happened to land in the trash bin.  She muttered something in Greek that Silena cared not to translate for anyone at the table.  It wasn’t necessarily appropriate for them to know, even the group tended to cuss a lot anyways.

When no more thunder followed, talking resumed.

For about five seconds.

Another crack of thunder, louder than the first, came from directly above them. 

“Bryn, are you doing that?” Luke whispered so only she and Silena could hear.  Without looking at him, Bryn shook her head gently.

“I don’t know what’s causing that,” she said softly.  Bryn stood up and went to the window, looking out at the sky.  Luke followed her.  He stood directly behind her, his hands on her arms.  Silena and Derek followed.  One by one, the students formed a group looking outside the massive window in their cafeteria up at the ominous sky.  Most of the students thought it was some freak thunderstorm, but Silena, Bryn, Derek, and Luke knew better.  Either something had severely pissed Zeus off, or a very powerful, very deadly enemy was nearby.

A lightning strike right in front of the building sent the kids stumbling backwards.  At this point, the principal came over the PA system. “Due to current information, weather forecasters do not know how long this storm will last although they believe it will be here for a few hours.  All students are to remain at school until told otherwise.  Thank you.”

Right when the announcement finished, the power went completely out.  Many kids took out their cell phones using them as flashlights to see where they were going in the near pitch blackness.  The four demigods, on the other hand, decided to go to a quieter part of the school so they could carefully watch the progress of the storm.  They ended up in senior hall where part of the roof was made of really thick glass, a good thing considering hail the size of baseballs started to fall down.

“This is insane,” Derek said, watching as lightning streaked across the sky.

“It’s not my dad,” Bryn informed.

“How do you know?”

“I just asked him.” She held up her phone to show the text.  The gods, a few years ago, had decided to use phones rather than appearing before their children every time they were needed or speaking to their children through their heads suddenly and making them jump in the middle of class (this might’ve happened to Bryn once or twice in AP Psychology). “He can’t stop it.  He doesn’t know what’s going on.”

When another clap of thunder made Bryn practically jump into Luke’s lap, he held her hand.  It frightened Silena to see her best friend so terrified by her own element.  If Bryn was worried about this, Silena should be too.

“I just hope no monsters attack us in the school.  That’d be a pain to explain.”

“I think it might be storm venti.  They’re pains in my British butt.  They’re no lover of Zeus.  They prefer Gaea or Typhon, but I’ve never seen them so powerful.”

“Venti?  Sounds like an evil Starbucks drink.  What’s caused them to be so angry?” Luke inquired.

“Hey!  Who are you?” A teacher’s voice demanded.  The four demigods looked down the hallway just in time to see Mr. Freud, the Psychology teacher (a little ironic), thrown against the wall and fall down to the floor unconscious.  Instantly the four teens were on their feet, swords out.

“The venti are not here because they are angry.  They are here as a distraction,” A voice hissed.

“Oh bloody hell,” Bryn breathed.

“Who are you?!” Luke demanded.

A hulking man of about seven foot four loomed into view; he had one brown and one blue eye.  He also had a French accent Silena noticed. “I’m Jacques Bonhomme.  The fearsome manticore.  Ah, Miss Winchester.  Nice to see you again.  Just who I came to see… or take actually.”

“Fat chance of that happening,” Luke said.

“Ah, I was warned of you, grandson of Poseidon.  I fought your father and mother many years ago; I was not near as powerful then as I am now.  My master has empowered me.  I am twenty times more deadly than I was before.  Fear me.  Hand me the girl over, and I shall leave in peace.  Do not, and I shall unleash hell.”

“Is your last name really Bonhomme?” Silena inquired randomly.  She cursed her ADHD.  It sometimes caused her to blurt out unplanned questions.

“Yes.  Your point?” Jacques sighed in annoyance.

“Well, it’s sort of ironic.  In French, ‘bon homme’ means good man, but you, sir, are far from that,” Silena remarked.

“Who’s ready for hell?” Derek queried casually, looking at his friends.  The demigods charged the humongous monster.  Bryn flew up into the air, attacking the monster from the top.  Derek, Silena, and Luke surrounded him.  A projectile thrown from the manticore’s tail whistled dangerously past Silena’s ear.

“Don’t get hit by the thorns!  They’ll cause immense pain!” Bryn warned from above.

“Yeah!  Think I figured that one out for myself!” Luke hollered back.

“Oh Hades no!” Silena growled. “The only person who gets to hurt my brother is me, Bryn, and Derek!”

“Uh, thanks?” Luke said, looking conflicted on whether he should be thankful about that or not.  Silena ignored him and flipped into the air, judo-kicking the monster in the face.  He roared in rage as he stumbled backwards.  His tail whipped through the air, aiming for Silena.  She hit the floor, barely missing getting hit.  The manticore fired thorn after thorn after thorn, aiming for any demigod who got in the way. 

Bryn dove down and wrapped her arms around the monster’s neck from behind.  He ran backwards, slamming himself and Bryn into a wall with a so much force, the lockers were dented.  Silena heard Bryn groan, but somehow, the daughter of Zeus managed to stay on.  The manticore was so preoccupied with the demigod on his back that he failed to realize Luke and Derek running straight at him with their swords.  The two boys sliced through the monster with the utmost ferocity.  It howled furiously before it disappeared into a yellow sulfurous powder.  Bryn fell to the floor, not getting up.  Derek crawled over to her.  He had about five thorns in his leg.  He looked sick from pain.

“Bryn?  Bryn, come on,” he urged.

“I’m okay,” she murmured scooting backwards so she could use the wall to brace herself while she sat up. “Where’s Luke?  Silena, you okay?”

“I’m here,” Luke groaned, walking over to the group.  Silena, the only one uninjured of the group, pulled out some ambrosia squares.

“Where’d you get that?” Luke asked.

“I always kept some on me just in case something like this happened.” She handed the three injured demigods a few squares to relieve the pain.  Derek gritted his teeth as he pulled the thorns out and threw them in the garbage can nearby.

“Why is Hannah so dead set on getting you?” Derek questioned, helping Bryn stand up.

“Why wouldn’t she?  A kickass daughter of Zeus on her side?  I would if I were Hannah although thank the gods I’m not.  I wouldn’t want to be a crazy demigod like her,” Luke commented.  Bryn smiled but said nothing.  The four walked over to the unconscious psychology teacher who had just begun to stir.  Derek placed a finger on the temple of the teacher’s forehead, muttering a few words.  Within seconds, the teacher woke up.  Healing incantation Silena figured.

“Where did that man go?” Mr. Freud demanded immediately, trying to sit up.

“Gone.  He ran off when the four of us tried to attack him.  We should get you downstairs.  You probably have a concussion,” Bryn said.  Luke and Derek lifted the teacher up and led him to the nurse’s room downstairs.  The principal came in, asking what in the hell happened.  The demigods let Bryn explain.  They were out of there in twenty minutes; in fact, the principal excused all the students from school for the rest of the day once the storm ended a few minutes after the fight with the monster.  Luke, Silena, Bryn, and Derek waited until the craziness died down before leaving the school.

“Why don’t we meet at my house?” Luke suggested.  None of them disagreed so that’s where they went.  Once inside the Jackson’s living room, the four began working on homework.  Derek crashed out fifteen minutes into it.  Bryn fell asleep a few minutes after Derek on the recliner, curling up into a tiny ball, surprising considering Bryn’s height.

“Silena, they’re going to be out for a while.  Come help me with something,” Luke insisted quietly.  Curiously, Silena got up and followed her brother out to the car.

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Bryn 

Someone had covered Bryn up with a super cozy blanket which probably caused her to sleep much later than she meant to.  But the blanket felt so nice and warm, she didn’t want to get up even though she knew she needed to.  She stood up, deciding to bring the toasty fabric with her.  Her nose smelled something delicious.  She padded to the kitchen to find Derek chatting away with Mr. and Mrs. Jackson.  Luke and Silena were nowhere to be seen.

“Hey everyone,” Bryn greeted, taking the bar stool next to Derek. “Where are Luke and Silena?”

“They went to take care of something; didn’t say what,” Mrs. Jackson answered.

“What time is it?”

“Seven,” Mr. Jackson responded casually.

“Oh gods!  We need to get home!” Bryn exclaimed.

“Don’t worry about it.  Your parents called over and asked if you were here.  I told them we’d gladly have you two over for dinner so they went out on a dinner date,” Mrs. Jackson assured with a smile.

“Although, dinner is going to be ready soon, and Luke and Silena forgot their phones here.  Could one of you go get them?” Mr. Jackson requested.

Knowing Derek would be too lazy to, Bryn offered to go.  She took the blanket with her though; she wasn’t giving that up anytime soon.  The drive to her house took less than five minutes, although that might be because she sped through her neighborhood a little, if only by five miles over.

When she arrived at her house, it was eerily silent.  Most of the lights were out.  Cautiously, Bryn got out of her car, her hand ready to make her sword appear in case she needed to.  But once she opened her front door, she relaxed.  A white lily with a small purple candle lay at her feet with a note attached to it saying: “Will.”

She picked it up, heading to the next flower, a rose.  It was a deep, beautiful purple with a white candle next to it.  The note attached to this one said: “You.”

Grinning, Bryn walked halfway up the stairs where a white lily and purple candle waited for her.  Picking it up, she read the note. “Go.”

At the top of the stairs awaited a purple rose with a white candle, saying: “To.”

Halfway down the hall to her room, a white lily with yet another purple candle lay on the carpet.  The note said, “Prom.”

The last purple rose with the last white candle was placed in front of her bedroom door which was closed.  Bryn knew for a fact she’d left her bedroom door open before she’d left for school that afternoon.  Looking at the note, it said, “With.”

Bryn opened her door.  Luke stood there holding something behind his back and a sign that read, “Me?”

On the floor, more white and purple candles spelled out the word, “Please?”

Bryn started cracking up at the candles on the floor before she leapt over them and gave Luke a hug.  He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly.

“I was so worried you were going to say no,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“How in Zeus’s name could I say no to you?” Bryn countered.

Luke smiled. “Here, these are for you.” He handed her a bouquet of the most beautiful white lilies and purple roses she’d seen in her life.

“They’re amazing,” she whispered, smelling the flowers.

“Derek took my idea of asking you at the soccer game, that jerk,” Luke laughed. “So I went for something a little nicer and not as… public.  I hope you don’t mind.”

“I’m glad you did this.  You know I’m not one for much public,” Bryn said.  She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.  And in case my answer wasn’t clear enough, I will most certainly go to prom with you.”

“Thank the gods for that,” he replied with a grin.  Then he shouted, “Hey Silena!  You can come in now!”

The youngest Jackson appeared in the doorway a few seconds later. “Did she kiss you?”

“Silena!” Luke chastised.

Bryn laughed. “On the cheek.  You know we can’t go farther than that Silena.”

“Which I find incredibly stupid.  I don’t think you two are stupid, I just think our divine heritages are being stupid.” Bryn waited for thunder to rumble across the sky at the insult but nothing happened.  Maybe the gods agreed with Silena… “Let’s blow out these candles before we or Neville accidentally knocks one over and we set the house on fire.”  The group looked in amusement at the husky puppy sitting innocently in Bryn’s doorway.

“Derek’s parents would just love me after that,” Luke joked.

“Wait!  Let me take a picture of all this!” Bryn exclaimed.  She took out her camera and snapped pictures of the roses and lilies with the notes attached to them, the candles that spelled out “Please” and of Luke holding up the sign that said “Me?”  She took a picture of her bouquet as well.

“Okay, now we can blow out the candles,” Bryn said.  The three demigods proceeded to do so before going back to the Jackson household.

Mr. and Mrs. Jackson and Derek were all grinning from ear to ear when Bryn, Luke, and Silena entered the kitchen.

“You knew all along didn’t you?” Bryn asked, although it was more of a statement than a question.

“Of course.  You’re just super oblivious,” Derek teased.

“Shut up.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

Mrs. Jackson set the table and the six demigods ate dinner, talking and laughing like one big family.

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The room pulsed with music as every junior and senior student from Havenbrook High School jumped up and down to the music.  Currently, they were playing “Best Song Ever.”  But they’d played some other amazing music as well ranging from Rita Ora’s “How We Do” to LMFAO’s “Party Rock Anthem.”  Luke spun Bryn around multiple times, making her semi-dizzy.  Both of them were dancing like they’d never danced before, maybe because they were super excited they’d been named Prom King and Queen.  Bryn had no idea how she’d been voted as the Queen, but she had to admit, she didn’t necessarily mind.  She got rather angry at the thought of any other girl dancing with Luke.

“What’s the face for?” Luke asked with a grin.

“What face?”

“You looked ready to kill someone.”

“Oh, that’s a thought I’m not telling you.  Just for the record, when you find a girlfriend, I have to approve of her.”

“That’s a random change of subject if I’ve ever heard one.  And how will you tell me you don’t approve?” Luke queried, lifting her up in a spin.

Bryn pondered the question for a moment before replying, “I’ll zap you.”

“Try to do it lightly so I don’t jump fifty feet in the air or end up a pile of ash,” he teased.

“I would never do that to you,” she answered mischievously.  He looked at her with mock wariness before grabbing her wrists and spinning her around in circles.

Laughing, Bryn tried to slow him down.  He got the memo and pulled her in close to him.

“You don’t have to worry about me having a girlfriend for a while,” he whispered.

“Why’s that?”

“Besides having to worry about the world possibly ending and having monsters trying to kill us and Hannah attempting to kidnap you?  The girl I do like as no idea I like her.”

“Does she go to this school?”

“Yes.”

“Does she know you exist?”

“Everyone knows I exist here,” Luke replied with a smirk.  Bryn slapped him upside the head.  He hunched his shoulders from the impact but chuckled. “I deserved that.”

“Tell me!  I want to see if I approve!” Bryn insisted.

“Never in a million years, Ziva,” Luke told her.

“You suck, DiNozzo.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Let’s just enjoy the night, my queen.  Let me sweep you off your feet like a gallant prince on his noble steed in shi-” he began.

“Stop!” Bryn laughed. “I don’t need a gallant prince on a noble steed in shining armor, but you’re welcome to sweep me off my feet.”

Luke grinned and proceeded to do just that.

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So this is the second to last chapter.  Depending on if I get a lot reviews for this chapter and the final one, I might publish the first chapter of “UnStoppable” sooner than later if that’s any encouragement for you people to REVIEW!  Please and thank you :) Or I might kill Bryn off if you don’t… or Luke… or both… Better review if you want Lukyn to survive >:) So just another friendly remind, review!