Whelp, since yesterday my mom's birthday, and in her honor, I've decided on a little Percy/Sally bonding. I've got no inspiration for this, so let's see where this goes. Hmmm, thunderstorm, perhaps? I can relate to that, I'm deathly afraid of those things. *shudders*
A flash of light and a crack of thunder.
Seven year-old Percy Jackson woke as her heard those terrifying sounds.
He knew where they were coming from; a thunderstorm. One of his greatest fears.
Another flash. Percy sat up and began to whimper under his blue blankets. "Mommy!" he yelled desperately.
Moments later, his mother walked in the room, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"Yes, Percy?"
He hugged clownfish plushie he got two years ago. "I'm scared."
Sally went and sat on the edge of his bed. "There's nothing to be afraid of," she asserted. "Just a bunch of wind and rain."
Percy winced as he heard the storms sirens go off. He began sobbing hard into his blanket.
The rain was coming down hard. Sally and Percy could hear the plinking of the hail.
Sally hugged her child. He sobbed in her shirt.
The sirens stopped, but in their place was the wind.
Oh, the wind. It was strong, and broke the window to Percy's room.
Sally quickly scooped up her seven year-old son and briought him to the "living room". Of course, Gabe was still asleep. He would sleep during an earthquake.
More storm sirens echoed through the apartment. Hugging Percy closely, Sally ran out of the apartment and down the hall to the stairs. She raced down them as fast as she could without tripping.
Buy the time she reached the first floor, she heard a crack. No doubt the seventh floor (the floor above her) was gone.
Percy was crying; he was deathly afraid of thunderstorms.
Windows shattered as Sally found the stair to the basment. She raced down them by twos, skipping the last three steps. Pery was holding her in a deathgrip as she sat down and hugged him, not wanting to let go.
Sally's ears popped. She could hear debris everywhere. The wind was echoing, even through the basment.
Then it stopped.
The rain became still. Percy stopped crying.
After a few minutes, Sally got up and was going to the basment door. It was jammed.
She had tears streaming down her face. "Please, Poseidon," she begged.
With the smell of the sea breeze in her nostrils, she gave one last shove, and the door opened, revealing the sky, and a crumbled apartment building. On top of the debris was Percy bedroom, in perfect shape. Not even ten feet away was Gabe, in bed, still asleep.
Percy and Sally were crying.
There was a tornado that went through New York.
So this reminds me of the times when it was just me and my mom and there was servere storms.
And in case you didn't know, this was after Thalia was turned into a tree. And Zeus was a bit pissed, if you can't tell.
~Percidia Jackson