Pj slid to the ground where she was, her eyes on the pieces of corpse in front of her. She should have been paying more attention but the fact of the matter was that she hadn’t been. She’d just been being happy and having fun–something she should have known better then to do. And not she didn’t even know who to call; no one in her family even knew about him. She’d been seeing this boy-Tyler-for about 2 months now and had managed to keep it a secret from her family.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to know them, or that she was embarrassed by her family. But every time anyone brought a girlfriend or boyfriend home in that family it was like they were being screened by the FBI. So she’d kept it from them, canceling out their ability to sense her with her own sensing ability and making sure that it wasn’t really suspicious. After all she did it a lot when she wanted to be alone.
Gorgons though–they’d attacked her; four at once. They’d wanted to get the bow of Hyperion from her because of the fact that it was the only thing that could kill their ‘queen’ Medusa. If she’d known he was gonna get killed she would have just given them the stupid thing. Finally though she called out for help, releasing the block that she’d had on her whitelighter and cupid family members ability to sense her. “Someone–please; help.”
She meant to yell for them, but her voice was quieter then she wanted it to be. She knew he was dead. There was no saving him. He’d been turned to stone, and then they’d smashed his body into pieces.
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