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72. Mischief ManagedArtemis was smirking; I'd been traveling with the group long enough to know that when she got that look, it meant trouble. Of course, that smirk on anyone's face usually meant trouble, but on Artemis well, trouble was usually an understatement. All this trouble started because Artemis was smirking
What's wrong with Magnus? I thought as I slunk down in my chair, trying to make myself look smaller in the hopes that he wouldn't see me in case I was the reason he was yelling. When he came storming into the room, I sat up, tilting my head to try to figure out why Magnus was pink
Artemis and Caleb burst out laughing and, even though I had no idea why this was so funny, I laughed a little too; Louis, meanwhile, just glanced up from his crossword puzzle, shook his head, and returned to the puzzle as though this was nothing strange. Once the laughter died down, Caleb walked over to Magnus and handed him a paper towel, still trying to stifle his laughter.
60. RejectionI'm used to rejection; I've been rejected and ostracized by the town I grew up in my whole life. I mean, my family accepted me and my siblings looked out for me when I actually went to school instead of being privately tutored, but everyone else in the town treated me like I was a demon, a plague on the town.
Of course, being a Hellhound might have something to do with it, but no one else knew that I was a Hellhound; they all hated me because of how I looked. My black hair, my red eyes the people were really scared of my eyes. My personality didn't matter; I could have been a saint and they still would have seen me as evil, as a sinner.
I never did anything to hurt them; I just tried to live my life and stay out of trouble. I just wanted to be normal, have a family, be loved; I had no reason to hurt anyone, to hunt any souls. Why should I? I had everything I could want. I was safe, loved; I was happy. Free. Even after I was expelled when I was eleven for fighting, I had no reason
85. SpiralI'm lost again; I took a wrong turn at the last fork in the path, I think, or maybe I had taken a wrong turn to begin with when I first got here. Either way, I needed to find a way out of here. If I didn't, Sirius and Caleb I needed to rescue those two. I couldn't depend on Magnus and Artemis to save them, not this time.
I turned around to go back the way I had come so that I could take the other path only to find the road gone; behind me was the hedge of thorns, preventing me from going back. I sighed and turned back to head the way I had been going; I'd have to keep going this way, even if I was just becoming more lost.
I turned left and found a gentle curve; I had found the spiral part of the maze. That meant I was close; that meant that I just needed to get through this spiral and I'd be out of the maze and able to find Sirius and Caleb. I followed the spiral path, though something was bothering me in the back of my mind, but I couldn't for the life figure out what it was.
2. LoveI love him. I can't help it; I love him. I've known for awhile that I love him, but I've been denying it; I mean, how could I possibly love a Hellhound? But, there's just it's so hard not to love Caleb. He's smart, loyal, nice he's just awesome to be around. When I'm with him, I can relax and talk about the supernatural world, the things my sister and I hunt; I don't have to pretend to be normal.
Sure, Artemis hates him, but that's because she's so convinced that there's no way a Hellhound could ever be good; I know that there's good in him, I'm sure of it. He ran away from Hell, after all, and is giving up the opportunity to have a normal life to help us hunt; of course, he also left to protect his family, but the point is the same. If he were pure evil, he wouldn't have cared so much about his family
How would my family react if I were to admit that I love Caleb? My dad probably wouldn't have minded much, though if my dad were still alive, my sister and I wouldn't be
82. Can You Hear Me?"Okay, so this will help you keep in touch with me and the others whenever we're separated," Caleb said, handing me a small, pocket-sized device. "The speed dial numbers are all preset so all you have to do is press and hold the number to call one of us. I'm number one, Louis is two, Magnus is three, and Artemis is four."
"Okay," I said, staring at the device I was holding. He had called it a cell phone, a way that people that aren't near each other communicate; it was like the howls Hellhounds use to keep in touch, but different. And not edible. Definitely not edible.
"Now, Sirius," Caleb said, returning my attention to his face, "Magnus, Artemis, and Louis are going out hunting and I am going with them; I don't want you to get hurt any more than you already are so you're going to stay here. Just call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Okay," I answered, though it really wasn't. Caleb was going to leave me here by myself with this cell phone.
I must have looked really miserable because
70. 67 PercentI've always liked math; it's weird, I know, especially given the fact that I suck at it. But, for some odd reason, I've always loved it. Especially percentages and statistics; again, I suck at this. According to Artemis, I like math because it's something I'll never use in the real world and therefore can suck at without the fear that I'll get killed by some creature
"You know, the chances of it actually being a water wraith are about twenty-two percent, right?"
"Yes, Magnus," Artemis said in an agitated tone as she dug through the multiple boxes in the back of our Tahoe.
"Then you realize that if by some slim chance it is a water wraith, our chances of being able to kill it are approximately ten percent?"
"Yes, Magnus," she replied again, retrieving a box of rock salt and frowning at it for a moment before setting it on the ground beside her.
"Okay. So then the chances of us surviving are what? Two, three percent? Five percent at best."
"I know, Magnus," she said, sounding
8. Innocence"Hey, Caleb?" Sirius asked me after we'd arrived back in the hotel room. "That security guard he wasn't a real one, was he?"
"No," I answered, sighing as I sat down and began channel surfing.
"He had no intention of helping me find you, did he?"
"Again, no." I know I sound a bit harsh and maybe disinterested, but honestly I'm really just trying to calm myself down.
Sirius was quiet for a minute and I worried that perhaps my tone had upset him; then he asked, "He was going to hurt me, wasn't he?"
"Yeah," I said softly, the thought of what that man could have done to him still in my mind. "Yeah, he was."
"You rescued me, though," he said, nuzzling against me in an effort to get me not to be mad. "So, why do you still sound so upset? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Siri. I'm sorry for snapping," I said, hugging him. "I'm just really concerned for your safety and I'd prefer you not get hurt. I mean, yesterday, it was the Hunter and today I just don't want you to constantly be in
36. Precious TreasureI still remember when Caleb and Sirius were born; they were both so tiny, so cute. It seems a bit weird that I would remember every detail about their births--fourteen years apart--but I do; I helped deliver them, actually. They were so sweet, innocent precious.
Now, Caleb is seventeen--well, at least he is according to his human parents--and Sirius appears to be fourteen; teenagers, both of them, and they couldn't be more different. Caleb is independent, loving, and intelligent while Sirius is clingy, affectionate, and a bit naïve regarding life on Earth. Despite how different they are now, they still remind me of when they were little.
When I first brought Sirius home, Caleb was jealous; he'd act out and be a little brat, but once he realized that I still loved him as much as I did before, he warmed up to Sirius and became more protective over him than I could have ever imagined. Sirius, as he grew older, became clingy towards Caleb; he refused to go anywhere without his ol
21. VacationOrdinarily, we don't get vacations; we travel, sure, but we don't get to stay there and relax. When we travel, we travel to kill supernatural creatures that are causing havoc in whatever town or city we go to; once the creature's dead, by that point the local authorities are suspicious of us and we have to get out of town. This time, though, we finally caught a break.
This time, we're going on vacation! No hunting, no killing, nothing supernatural except for Caleb and Louis! How great is that?
"I know where I'm going to spending most of my vacation," I said as I stretched in the passenger seat. "I'm not leaving the beach. What about you guys?"
"I'll most likely stay in the room or head to the hotel bar," Louis said, looking through the pamphlet advertising everything there was to do in Baltimore. Apparently sensing my incredulous look, he continued, "I am not particularly fond of big cities or beaches, for that matter."
"Caleb?" I asked, shaking my head at the fact that Louis was going
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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