Zeus Get A Lightning Bolt In His Ass

Piper

I hate my stupid life.

First, Boys look at me like I'm a piece of meat, I've tried everything to make them to stop flirting with me. I tried to say I'm not intrusted, but turns out it doesn't matter. I've tried to ignore them but when boys locked on something they never let go. I've tried to threat them, but they just laughed and told they "like they're girls feisty". I even tried to tell them I have a boyfriend, which I didn't have but you're desperate you'll try everything, but apparently that just makes me desireable.

Secondly, my dad, doesn't have any time for me. He is super famous actor with thousands of screaming girls at his feet, not that he even notice the girls. Why? Well, 'll get to that later. Anyway, my dad and I used to be quite poor, lived on what he have modestly, and we both liked it. I was my dad's whole world, and he was mine, in those time I could just shake the annoying boys off me and enjoy the time with my dad. But my dad wanted the best for me, so he started acting to gain money. None of us expected my dad to get so successful. Soon enough, we stopped with our family nights and now he's never around. So my only parent figure is my dad's bitchy assistance Jane, who cares for me about the same she cares for the dumpster.

You're probably thinking, so where's your mom? So here's the thing, she left. My dad and she long time ago at Hell-Knows-Where and fell in love in first sight. My mom was my dad first love and his last. She was the love of his life, he wouldn't think about another girl but her. Some of the reader might think Oh, that's so sweet But that is so not. My dad remained heart-broken, he thinks she's dead and that's why she hadn't come back. But I know better. I know in my heart that she's alive, no matter where she is I know I will find her and punch her in the face for leaving my dad and me.

And third, I'm what you can call "a delinquent". I got arrested more times than I can count and was kicked out of five schools in my life. I wasn't always like this. That's what I do to get my dad's attention, I know its stupid but it's the only way I have to get him to finally notice me. When I stole a car that was it. He sent me to the worst place on earth The Wilderness School I would elaborate about this hell later.

Well, I didn't exactly stole that car. You probably won't believe me when I'll tell I didn't steal the car, not exactly, but it's true. The owner of the car shop just let it to me, I know that doesn't sound so realistic but I'm telling the truth. He gave it to me, willingly. That's how I get all the stuff I "steal" if I would actually try to steal something I be caught more fast than I could even say "Oops". I usually just ask from the owner and he gives me the idem I wanted without any hesitation, then, he realizes the idiotic thing he have done and calls the police. And of course he wouldn't believe me.

So, I guess I should intrados myself. My name is Piper McLean. Yes, I'm the daughter of The actor Tristan McLean and no I'm not getting you an autograph. So don't you dare to squeak or gasp or whatever.

I'm sixteen years old and as I already said I'm going to school at the hell called The Wilderness School. It's a school for "troubled kids" supposedly, like me. But actually I'm pretty much stuck with a bunch of stupid morons in one boarding school.

I was sitting next to my best and only friend in this apes cage, Leo Valdes. I wouldn't call him innocent, not at all, bit he's the only one sufferable in this place. He's a loyal and great friend, and always has a joke to lighten up the mood, no really he never gets out of jokes. Sometimes I think he spent all night creating new jokes.

Leo was a little Latino boy, with dark skin - Not African Dark - and curly brown hair. He had that mischievous smile that warns you to never let him near matches or sharp objects.

I laid my head on the glass and tried to ignore the noise. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, which was hard since I'm ADHD. At last I fell asleep, when I saw my dream I wished I could just go back to the reality.

In the dream, and I was fully aware that it was dream, I was standing in A Gigantic room. It was definitely the prettiest room I had ever seen. The walls were decorated with drawings of things I recognized as Greek Mythology stories, straight from the beginning of the world when Chaos, the first being created the world and up to the The Giant war, when the gods defeated the Earth Goddess Gaea.

I saw scenes from The Legends about the Greek Heroes, I saw Heracles kills the Nemean Lion with his bare hands. I saw Perseus slays Medusa. I saw Theseus slays the Minotaur in the Labyrinth. And plenty more, and that was the eastern wall. The Western Wall was full with images I did not recognize. The main Character there was a teenage boy, there were six drawing of him. In Each image he seem to grow another year.

In the first Image he was standing in a lake, a glowing Trident above his head and many teenagers looking at him awe. He held a bronze sword in his hand, I could see only his back. His hair was black. He looked about twelve.

In the next Image he was standing next to a big pine tree, a girl with spiky hair and piercing blue eyes. They were staring at each other, both wide-eyed.I could see his face now, he was seriously handsome for a 13-year-old. He had mesmerizing Sea Green eyes.

I was about to look at the next image when a shout from someone made me to turn.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAD?" The voice screamed desperately.

I whirled around to see the exact kid from the images standing in the middle of the room. He was about seventeen, to say he was hot would be an understatment. He was tall in his 6'3 foot. Muscular. His hair was wind-swept Jet-Black and his eyes... oh, his eyes. They were like the bottom of the sea that I used to love when I dived with my dad. But they were darker, filled with hopelessness.

Three girls and a oy were struggling each against three boy who were holding them. Screaming and protesting. The boy with the Sea-Green eyes turned to them, giving them a small smile mouthing 'I'm okay.' They, ignored him. Kept screaming and kicking and visibly wounding the ones who held them down. A crowd of kids and a centaur were watching. My eyes widened, not because of the centaur, because the shape he was in. He was lying helplessly on the floor, his horse legs bleeding hard. It was a dream, I shouldn't be shocked about centaurs, I mean, yes, it's kind of weird because most of the girls dreams about Unicorns. I guess I just picked other kind of hybrid horse.

What shocked me the most, was not centaur, not the Gigantic room. It was the fact that all that tremendous crowd of teenagers no one but the centaur and the struggling kids were showing any sign of them being upset of what is occurred right in front of their eyes. In fact, they looked rather pleased with the events, that made me want to take a knife and stab each of them.

The four kids looked like they've seen better days.

The boy, had his light-brown hair all messed, he had big bags under his eyes and his sky-blue eyes help too much pain. He was hot, I had to admit, not as hot as the Sea-Green-Eyed one, but still hot.

The girl on his right was literally sparkling with electricity, what made the teens who were holding her a much harder job, their hands looked burned up. And they winced once in a while. The girl herself was beautiful, her silver parka was toured up, revealing her sexy legs. Her hair reached a little after her shoulders, she had a silver tiara on her head that somehow didn't fell as she struggled and twisted from side to side. Her electric blue eyes crackled like the sky on a lightning storm.

The girl to his left was a total different challenge, undoubtedly she was the strongest. She was tall, her brown hair was picked up in a suppose-to-be hight pony-tail. She had define muscles and the kids who were holding her down were practically screaming in pain as she twisted their hands and bones. If looks could kill the entire room was already long gone after looking in her broen-reddish eyes. Her whole facial expression promised pain.

The last girl didn't look like much compared to the other three. But my instincts told me not to unsermaste her. She had the curliest hair I've ever seen. Her orange curls flew down to her waist like flaming fire. It was beautiful. Her skin was slightly tan, although she was the least tan of all kids in there, her face we covered with graceful freckles, she looked like someone who would fit good in the part of Ginny Weasley in the Harry Potter movies. But way more beautiful. Her jeans were splattered with paint. She green eyes, I could quiet figure out the name of the shade but they were full with panic.

In the room there were twelve thrones, shaped in a U. And a hearth in the middle of the U, right before the boy. A girl, non more than eight years old was sitting by the heart and poking the fire with a stick. She had tears in her eyes. Her arms were shackled to the floor, she looked like she wanted to jump forward and defend the bot but couldn't.

In the twelve Gigantic Thrones twelve Gigantic people were seated. One woman with ebony, wavy long hair, piercing gray eyes that full with wisdom and a white-gold crown on her beautiful head chuckled darkly.

The boy shot his glance to her, his eyes like the stormy sea. Furious and Merciless.

"He didn't even notice Apollo poisoning his drink." The woman said delightfully. She looked rather amused, in a cruel twisted way. "It was only a matter of time before he dropped."

I gasped, my hand flew to my mouth in shock. Poison?

The boy's eyes widened and tears fell from them, now, his eyes looked devastated.

I heard a gasp from the right side of the U. I turned my eyes to see a rather good-looking man holding a thing that from the time I help my dad to study about Greek Mythology I recognized as Hermes' Caduseus. He looked at the Gigantic teen, sitting at the throne by his side, his sky-blue eyes flickering with berayal. If I would have to guess he was the bog brother of the boy who was struggeling, they looked so much alike, but he was far to young to be his father, the boy looked 19.

Like the girl next to the hearth, he had tears in his eyes and he was shackled to his throne in the same bronze chains like the girl.

The Gigantic teen was the defination of handsome. He had blond swooing silky-looking hair, and glittering sky-blue eyes. He war a Yellow T shirt that's written on it 'I know I'm hot, I'm diriving the Sun Chariot.' Smooth... I thought sarcastically. I knew just by looking that all the Gigantic people were related. I could quiet figure how.

"Apollo, how could you?" The man with the Caduseus shouted, his voice cracking.

Mr. - Oh, I'm so great - Apollo grinned. "Come on, Hermes, chill out. That's not like he's going to die from it!" He said cheerfully.

"How could you be so sure?" Hermes bellowed, the girl by the hearth glared daeth at Apollo who kept grinning. "What if he couldn't suffer it! It's your uncle, Apollo! Your family! Why would you do such a thing?"

Apollo shrugged. "If he insists on defending a murdurer then he can go straight to the Void."

His uncle? Why would he do such a thing to his family?

The Sea-Green-Eyed boy opened his mouth, probably to protest about him being a murderer when Hermes exploded. "He didn't do it!" He thundered, this time turning to the majority of the room and not only Apollo. "You are punishing an innocent man! In fact, you are punishing an innocent man that spent the last five years in saving your immortal ass! Not caring for his own life even! Just so you could sit here today and vote how to kill him painfully while keeping his dad who is by the way your family that you have known FOR FIVE THOUNSAND YEARS!" Hermes' face were already red in rage and his nostrils were flaring with each breath.

"If the punk didn't do it so who did?" Another man, about 28, with the looks of a bicker who set on the other side of Hermes demaned grumpily.

"Please, listen to reason." The girl by the the hearth begged, the wisdom and age in her voice was way over for her age, even my dad's age. She sounded like someone that lived for thousand Hermes said that they know each other for five thousand years... The girl turned her gave to the woman with the gray eyes. "Athena, you of all people should know what am I talking about. Please, think clearly, Perseus could not do due his fatal flaw wouldn't alow him to."

"And again." The bicker started. "If he didn't do it, then who did?"

"I didn't do it! I would never!" The Sea-Green-Eyed whom I guessed to be Perseus insisted. I could see inhis eyes and hear in his voice, he was telling the whole truth.

"Don't lie!" A girl from the crowd screamed and walked forward. She looked confident, she had the same gray eyes as the woman, Athena, I suppose she was her mother. Unlike Athena, the girl had curly blond hair, she had princess curls. Personally, I didn't like it. To fancy for me. But I couldn't deny that this girl was really pretty. Like realy.

She walked forward out of the crowd. Her body language showed me how sure she was of herself, no, really she was pridefull. She walked to Perseus with distate in her eyes. She stood before him and slapped him scross the face. Tears glittering in her eyes.

Why she was crying? I had no idea. She wasn't the one wo is going to be killed and having her own dad poisoned. No, she was watching and slapping him.

"I can't believe I ever like you, you psyco! You murderer!" She shouted at him.

"Annabeth, I swear I didn't-"

Annabeth's face morphed into a cold, heartless expression. "Don't even bother. I will enjoy seeing you die slowly. Like you deserve."

I could see Perseus' eyes brokering. I could almost hear them shattering, like broken glass. He looked like the life had just drained out from his body. In that moment I wanted to go, take the sword Bicker Dude was sharpening and plunge it throughout Annabeth's head.

"So be it!" The man in the center of the U declared. He held something in his hand, something that looked suspiciously like a lightning bolt. But if it was, how could he hold it without being electrified?

He was the father of the girl with the electric blue eyes, it was way too obvious. They looked too much alike. The same hair, the same eyes, the body language. But they didn't held the same opinions as the girl struggls to keep Perseus alive and the father looked more than happy to kill him rather painfully.

The time seemed to be in slow motion as the the man shot a massive bolt toward Perseus. The centaur's desparate call of "No!" Hermes and the girl by the hearth trying to jump to him but being held back by their chains. The struggling kids finally set free only to watch how Perseus flies to the wall and breaks it and creating a hole in his own head.

Without even thinking I ran to him. He was dead, I'll tell you that. There was no way he could stay alive. I knelt by his side, practically kneeling in his blood that somehow didn't drench my clothes. I saw how his skin turned from tan into deadly pale in matter of seconds, I saw how his now empty Sea-Green eyes flutter shut. I saw his body go limp.

And it broke me.

After about five seconds there was a flash of black and two people appeared in its place after it faded. A man and a teenage. The man was the boy's father, they looked exactly at he same, maybe with just a little different. They both were pale, like, really pale and they both had massy black hair and they both obsidian black eyes.

Non of them seemed to notice Perseus in the corner. They did notice Lightning-Bolt-Dude grinning. This guy really needs to fall from that three he climbed on, because his ego is way to up.

"Is that true?" The teenage boy shouted, he looked about fifteen, but his eyes showed wisdom of an at least eighty years old man. "I just felt Percy die! Is that true?!"

"Nico!" The girl with the electric-blue eyes shrieked. The teenager, Nico, whirled around to see her pointing at the corner of the room her face soaked with tears that kept coming out. She stopped struggling, her shoulders slumped in defeat and her eyes red and puffy. So was the boy.

The red-headed girl was on her knees banging on the floor and sobbing. The other girl, the brown-haired one kept struggling screaming at Lighnting-Bolt-Dude: "I'll kill you, Zeus! I don't care you're immortal you'll reach the Underworld one way or another!" I grinned at her and silently praid that she will keep that promise.

When Nico saw Perseus - Percy fits him better - lying dead on the floor he didn't waste a second running to him. His eyes already leaking up with tears.

"NO, PERCY!"

He fell to his knees, sobbing next to Percy's body muttering "No, it can't be true. He isn't dead. My cousin, he can't be dead." But I saw he knew better than believing his own words.

But then he noticed me. I was shocked, until now no-one noticed me here, but he was looking right in my eyes. His black teary eyes staring deep into mine, as if seeing every secret I have.

"Who are you?" he whispered, barely audible, I almost couldn't hear him.

"Piper McLean." I squeaked quietly.

"Nico Di Angelo." He whispered, his voice was base deep. Like the bottom of a pit with a dark echo.

"But what am I doing here? Who are you guys? Why all the Giant Dudes have names from the Greek Mythology? Why am I here? Why they killed this guy? He didn't look like someone deserved it. Why no-one did something? Is this a dream? How does everyone here seem related to everyone?" I ranted eagerly, unable to stop myself.

"Yes, it's a dream." Nico said. "But it's a demigod dream, what means that the dream is completely real. You're a demigod. I don't have much time to explain. But the Greek Mythology is not so mythical. It's real. Your mom or dad is a Greek god or goddess. I know it sound ridiculous but I'm saying the truth. This guys on the thrones are the twelve Olympians -"

"There are only eleven over there." I interrupted. After this blizzard dream I had no problem to believe anything.

Nico frowned and looked at the U. But then he chuckled a little. I frowned as well and I swear that if it wasn't for the situation I was in I would of cracked up laughing and tearing up from the laughter until nightfall.

Nico's dad pinned Lightning Bolt Dude - Zeus - into the wall and was pushing his own lightning Bolt into his ass!

All the other Gigantic Guys - I guess I should them gods - were staring shocked and partly amused to the sight. Hermes and the goddess by the hearth, Hestia I assumed were smily smugly.

"You good-for-nothing-Air-For-Brains!" Nico's dad pushed the lightning bolt a little harder. "My nephew is dead and you killed him you man-whore! Now bring Poseidon back and heal him before I stick that lightning bolt so deep that you will never get it out!"

"Okay, Okay!" Zeus squeaked. And with a flash of light a man appeared by the hearth.

He was ashen pale, his body shivering and sweat was purring down his forehead. His hair was massy black like his brother that now I recognized as Hades, god of the dead and he looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Oh, brother." Hestia gasped and managed to scoop a little ahead to Poseidon who was barely breathing in ragged breaths.

She held him close and put her hand on his forhead. With a warm orange glow his body went limp. My heart almost stoped when for a second I thought he was dead, but then I noticed his rising and falling chest. His skin was slowly regaining its color, he was sun-kissed tan. He stopped sweating and breathed evenly. He was only asleep. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I turned my gaze to Nico.

"What happens now? No that I know I'm a demigod, there's got to be a catch. My luck isn't that good that I could just keep on living." I asked, rather calm. I mean, the calmest I can be after seeing someone dies.

He raised an eyebrow. "You're not surprised?"

I managed a low chuckle. "After a dream like that - I could I be?"

Nico gave the same low chuckle as me. "I guess you're right, Piper." He told me, then sighed deeply. "Now you need to get to a safe place. Where do live? I'll come to get you."

I was a little incerdulous about going to a 'safe place' with someone I barely know. But he seemed trustable. "I go to the Wilderness School, corrently we're on our way to the Grand Canyon."

"School? But it's Christmas." Nico frowned.

"No it's not." I argued.

Nico seemed to ponder about it. Then something seemed to click. "What's the date today?"

"The twenty seven in September 2009."

Nico nodded, like he knew something I didn't, he probably did. He pulled something from his pocket, a Greek sword - How did he managed to put that thing inside of his jeans pocket? - Half Silver half black metal that I didn't recognize, with a Steal hilt.

"You'll need protection until I'll get to you." He explained. "This would be enough, I guess." He pressed the hilt hard and the sword turned into a beautiful hairpin with a diamond on it. He pressd the daimond and the hairpin turned back into a sword.

I took the sword and pressed the hilt. It turned into a hairpin again. I gethered my hand together and with the sword\hairpin made a low ponytail that rested on my shoulder.

"Thank you, Nico."

Before He could respond something happened. Percy's body glowed gold and then - Oh, my gods.

The body crumbled to dust.