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DEDICATION: Thank you, my wonderful Beta, SkyZorander. Without you, this chapter would still be an example for flawed grammar. Thank you :D


CHAPTER ONE

I Got Attacked By a Fury


It was our school field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and I spent my time looking at Greek and Roman sculptures and paintings. Truthfully, I'd always wanted to visit the museum, but my mom, Renee, and dad, Phil, were always too busy with work to go anywhere with me. I sighed, examining the painting in front of my class group.

We had been here for almost thirty minutes and all the excitement from our group had already died down. I know for a fact that most of my fellow students were definitely not interested in Latin (or the Arts, for that matter). They only came so they could have extra credits in their report cards.

We moved towards the narrow room which exclusively stored the most expensive things in the entire museum. I recognized a small replica of the statue of Athena from the Parthenon from the late Classical Greek period. Our Latin teacher, Mr. Brunner, was discussing it last lesson so it was still fresh in my mind. He now waved us to the actual version of a painting he had shown us in a PowerPoint not too long ago.

Mr. Brunner turned his wheelchair so he was now facing us and started his lesson. "Now, here is a painting of Achilles. Can anybody tell me who Achilles was?" Mr. Brunner asked aloud. No one raised their hands, but, I could hear their silent chattering. It was easy enough to figure out that what they were discussing had nothing to do with what Mr. Brunner was asking.

I sighed, hesitantly putting my right hand in the air. "Oh, yes, Ms. Swan?" he asked, sounding relieved to have at least one attentive student.

"Achilles was dipped in the river of Styx by his mother, a Nereid named Thetis, so he'd be immortal and invincible. However, he was left vulnerable at the part of the body she held him by, which was his heel. Thus, he was killed because of his only weakness by an arrow shot through his heel," I answered. Most of the students weren't even listening; I caught Percy and Grover in deep conversation, probably not into the discussion like the other space-cadet students around us.

"Full credit, Ms. Swan. . ." he looked around, figuring out who to call next to explain what the other painting meant. "Now, Mr. Jackson!" he called aloud, earning a lot of glares from the students. Percy looked embarrassed when some of the students snickered at him. I shook my head at their immaturity and listened closely to the lecture.

"Mr. Jackson, do you know who the person in this painting is?" Mr. Brunner asked. I leaned closer, examining the work of art in front of the class. The class' chattering had died down and were all straining to hear what Percy would answer. Oh, that's easy enough, it's . . ., I thought.

"Hercules," Percy answered before I could even finish the sentence in my head. Mr. Brunner rolled his wheel chair towards him and stopped just in front of Percy. The students were silently laughing and making funny faces at him behind his back. But somehow . . . I think he knew what they were doing by the way his brow creased. He looked sort of irritated. Interesting, I thought he was one of those oblivious people . . .

Percy gulped and tugged on Grover's arm as Mr. Brunner continued on circling around him. They whispered to each other furiously but then Grover gave him a little push, encouraging him to continue. "And what does the scene depict?" Mr. Brunner asked as he gestured towards the painting, while at the same time, looking at Percy with unperturbed attention.

"He's killing the Hydra," he answered with ease. I smiled at the thought that he managed to remember those little details. I didn't know he was listening in class before now, he always seemed to be in his own world. Maybe I shouldn't judge him by the way he looks, I thought. But then, as I warmed up with the idea, he changed it all together by staring at me questioningly.

I huffed and looked away. I don't like it when he looks at me like that. Like I'm from some other world. He always did that every time I look at him. I don't remember a time when he didn't look like an arrogant ass in front of me. An arrogant ass with a cutting death glare.

"Very well, Mr. Jackson…" Mr. Brunner patted his back before turning to the rest of the class. "Now, may someone tell me what a Hydra is?" He produced a pointing stick from his suit and tapped it on Angela's arm. She squealed at the unexpected touch and blushed when she noticed the class staring.

"I-I don't know, sir," she stuttered as the blush scattered on her entire face, effectively making her look like a ripe tomato. Mr. Brunner didn't look pleased at her lack of attentiveness. I saw him say something to her but I was unfortunately not in hearing range and so I didn't get to hear what he just said to her. She nodded at whatever he said and whispered something that seemed like an apology.

"Now, who wants to help Ms. Webber?" he asked the whole class. Once again, no one dared to answer and so I didn't have any choice but to do just that. Mr. Brunner spotted my raised hand and acknowledged it with a hefty dose of relief. "Ah, Ms. Swan again," he said.

"Hydras are ancient serpent-like water beasts that possessed seven heads. For each head cut off, it grew two more in its place," I answered confidently. Greek mythology came like second nature to me; I never knew why, but I was always very engrossed with it. There was something in its stories that never bored me, but only held me captive and in awe.

"You've really prepared for this, Ms. Swan," he complimented before turning to the whole class. "I hope all of you will follow Ms. Swan's example," he announced, looking at each one of them sternly. "Especially you, Ms. Webber," he said to Angela specifically. She bowed her head in embarrassment and murmured another apology.

The lecture went on for another thirty minutes and I, too had grown bored myself. I started to look around on my own and detached myself from the group. Whilst I was walking among some statues, I caught sight of Mrs. Dodds talking to Percy. I hid myself behind Adonis's sculpture as I tried to listen in to their conversation, but I wasn't near enough to do so. The only thing I caught was that Mrs. Dodds asked him to follow her . . . and I found it very suspicious.

They both went into a room (that looked like it was for storage) and I looked around to see if someone had noticed. No one had. I breathed out a sigh. It wouldn't help if I'll be caught wandering away from the rest of the group. That's when I spotted another door leading to the room Mrs. Dodds and Percy had gone into. I nearly ran towards it and quietly squeezed myself in.

It was empty besides some building equipment. There was silence besides Percy's voice calling out for Mrs. Dodds . . . confusingly? I slowly and cautiously walked towards his voice. I took a step back when I saw Percy. I couldn't make my presence known to them, but I couldn't really hide it when I saw Mrs. Dodds on top of a high platform.

Mrs. Dodds crouched, glaring at Percy with pure hate and also making a rumbling sound in her throat that sounded like an inhuman growl. I was frozen at the sight and from the rear of my vision I could see Percy still searching for her, oblivious to the sight behind him. I stepped back, my back firmly against the wall as my scream echoed the room, effectively letting my presence become known. "What the—"

Percy turned to me quicker than I could've imagined and asked, "Bella, what are you doing here?" I couldn't even focus on him as I watched Mrs. Dodds shifting form with my mouth wide open. I swiftly ran to Percy and hid behind him. "What are you doing?" he asked, surprised at my fright. By the time he said the words, Mrs. Dodds had jumped from 30 ft. down from the platform and was right in front of us. Only, it wasn't Mrs. Dodds anymore, it was a gray, bat-like creature with rows of teeth that looking like it had come straight of a horror movie.

"Give it to me, Percy Jackson," she said, bearing her unnaturally large (and sharp-looking) teeth. I clutched Percy's shirt tightly as looked over his shoulder and clung to his torso for dear life. The sight of Mrs. Dodds as a bat-like creature was already scary to look at, but her having mammoth sized teeth was just simply terrifying. Percy stepped backward, staring with wide eyes at the said teacher.

"What's she asking?" I whispered frantically, unable to believe what was happening before me. What had Percy taken from this...this creature?

"How the hell could I know?" he snapped back, unable to take his eyes off her. He seemed to be tenser than I was, probably because he was the one in the front line. Something in his stance told me that he was quite alright with his position and that I was grateful for. I knew that we weren't in good terms, but we weren't exactly in bad terms either.

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson. Now give us what you have stolen," the creature seethed as its eyes turned totally black.

My eyes widened. "You stole something?" I pushed him away as I shouted. I couldn't believe he could do such a thing. Even though I didn't like him that much, I still wouldn't assume he was that kind of person. I knew his stepfather was a pig and all, but that didn't change the fact stealing was bad. My mind went haywire as I thought of all the crazy things I was seeing and finding out.

That is when Percy decided to reply, "No! Of course I didn't!" From my peripheral vision I saw Mrs. Dodds moving and, so, even though I was deliberating on believing Percy, I grasped on to him for safety once again. I could feel my body tensing and shaking from fear as she continued to stalk around us. Out of nowhere, a sack filled with powdered cement burst open, creating a thick fog.

While tugging on Percy's sleeve, I ran the opposite direction of Mrs. Dodds. I couldn't see where we were going. Luckily, my equilibrium didn't trip me on anything.

Coming from the fog, Mrs. Dodds stepped forward, her lips curled into a snarl. "Your time is up." She said. At the same she did, she lunged, and I let go of Percy and ducked away. I closed my eyes the whole time it had happened and my eyes only snapped open when I heard Percy shouting. I panicked as I looked around for him and noticed that he was snatched within the creature's claws.

"Percy!" I shouted with fear. I realized that it was a mistake when Mrs. Dodds—or formerly Mrs. Dodds—turned to me.

I practically run towards the EXIT door but the damn creature had wings and flew straight at me. I ducked again just in time, but I did not miss the creature's claws. I held on my now bleeding arm and scampered on the floor for something I could throw for offense. Percy was getting up from his fall when the winged creature suddenly dropped him to attack me.

A pointed metal pole rolled on the floor that was caused from Percy's landing. I grabbed it without hesitation and stabbed Mrs. Dodds, attacking the figure with all my might. The metal pole pierced its gray skin and went straight through it. Coming from the point where the pole connected, the skin and flesh started to disintegrate into ashes until it was no more.

I sighed in relief as the last cry of the creature was given and we were once again safe. "What the hell happened?" he shouted at me as though it was my fault that we were in the situation in the first place.

"Why the hell are you asking me? How could I know? You're the one who stole something from that-that—"

"The Furies," someone whispered from the dark corner. Percy stepped closer to me, while I held on to the metal pole tighter. "There is no need for that, Percy, Bella..." he continued as Mr. Brunner wheeled himself out from the shadows and eyed what I was holding. Percy somehow relaxed, but I remained in my position. What if this was just a ruse? Percy couldn't possibly believe him, could he? We both heard some squeaking sound as Mr. Brunner's wheelchair moved towards us. "There's nothing that can hurt you here at this moment," he said.

"Yeah, we knew they'd find out soon enough," a boy, who turned out to be Grover, said as he walked out from the shadows.

Percy pushed me out of the way, voluntarily or involuntarily, I wasn't so sure. "Grover? What- how?" he asked in surprised. I raised my metal pole to refrain Percy from running to them. Who could be sure that they were on, presumably, our side? Percy still continued his ramblings as I stood there, holding a metal pole as an offensive weapon. Great if this turns out to be a fight, I'm not saving him, I thought.

"What the hell is happening? First that—Mrs. Dodds was...well, Mrs. Dodds and then just all of a sudden she's that hideous flying creature!" he asked Grover, waving his hands in confusion. From the sounds of it, he would really look crazed, but I knew it was true so I just shivered with fear.

"She was a fury," Mr. Brunner replied coolly as though we knew what a 'fury' was. Percy ignored my warning stance and walked towards them. I couldn't do anything but panic then. Why the hell is he approaching them? What if they're like her?

"Percy, stay away from them!" I shouted after him, but made no move.

Percy stopped midway and turned to me. "Bella, they're Grover and Mr. Brunner," he pointed out.

"And that—"I pointed my metal pole on the pile of ashes, "—is Mrs. Dodds, how could you know they're not like her?"

"I just know," Percy insisted as he took one more step closer to them.

I huffed at him with frustration, causing me to drop—or chuck my metal pole on the floor with a loud clank. "Fine, you know what? I don't care what happens to you, you're on your own," I screamed at him, slightly hoping that that may change his mind. But he didn't even acknowledge that he heard me.

I stared at his retreating figure with glaring eyes before turning to the EXIT door, only to find out that Grover was now in front of me. "What the hell do you want?"

"We need to speak to you about some serious stuff," he said.

Little did I know how much I could learn about myself from that one talk . . .

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A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson and Twilight Crossover. This would be based on the PJO movie and not on the book.

REVISED CHAPTER 1: (03/14/11)