So here's my first fanfic on this account. Obviously, the only character that is mine is Lynn. Also Clay. Reviews are always welcome, and if you want more regular fan fiction, (although admittedly crappier), check my Instagram account, percyjackson_fanfiction
Enjoy.
Bent is Not Broken Chapter oOe
It was a fairly normal day for Jason. However; he'd been keeping an eye on Nico, as he'd been acting weird lately. Jason didn't think that it was about Percy.
He had a feeling that it was much deeper.
His suspicions were confirmed that morning.
They had docked the Argo two, and everyone, even Nico, was out on the deck. But he was staring out at nothing, looking as if the world was going to eat him.
But Jason's eyes focused on someone running. She had run right out of the forest, and was screaming. A hellhound was following her.
Before any of them could react, she had slashed at it with a knife, but it didn't vaporize. It looked to be an ordinary kitchen knife.
But then Jason looked at Nico. He looked shocked, but then determined.
He drew his sword, and threw it with perfect accuracy at the hellhound, a good thirty feet below and away.
It landed right on its head.
The girl looked up at the ship, and Nico- without warning- jumped the good thirty feet and got up running. He ran straight to the girl.
They hugged. The rest of the seven ran down the stairs, all in total shock.
Who was this girl?
She had her arms around Nico, and she was sobbing.
Jason couldn't see much of her face, as it was covered by her dark hair. He could hear part of the words she was sobbing into Nico's shoulder.
"Clay...he's gone...oh gods...you saw."
They all heard Nico's answer.
"I saw." he said. And they could hear the emotion in his voice, all the pain.
They knew that something terrible had happened to this girl.
After a few minutes, she had calmed down.
They both stood up.
The girl was slightly taller than Nico, maybe five seven. She had dark hair that ended shoulder length, but looked as it had been cut off at all different points. Some brushed her eyes, other stuck out at odd angles. It looked a lot like Nico's. She had tanned skin though, a stark contrast to his, though she had the same bags under her eyes. Her eyes were a dark hazel, but they looked like Nico's- that is, broken.
Her clothes were all black, though all she was wearing was a jacket, t-shirt, and ripped jeans. The girl was grossly skinny, more so than Nico, her face hollow.
She also looked like she'd been through hell.
"Hello," the girl said as she looked at all of them. "I'm Lynn Rugsmire."
She gave them each a cold appraising look, her face only softening when she looked at Hazel and Jason.
The look she gave Percy was an I- want- to- throttle- you- look.
Of course, Annabeth asked the obvious question.
"How do you know Nico?"
The girl sneered at Annabeth. "You don't need to know that."
Nico turned towards Lynn. "Look, its okay." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
" I know." She said, and her voice softened a bit. " I can't help it."
The way they interacted was as if they'd know each other forever. Like they knew when the other would breathe. It was like how Percy and Annabeth moved, though their relationship wasn't romantic. Piper was rubbing off on him.
He could see a whole lot of trust there.
"We might as well tell them." Nico said to her.
"I know," Lynn said. "But it's been a secret for so long. "
"Would you rather start by telling them who you are?" Nico asked.
"No, I'd really rather not." She said quietly. Nico gave her another quick hug. It was gentle, and Jason could see real tenderness in it; real feeling. Jason was already freaking confused. That just made it a lot worse.
"How do I know him?" Lynn said, turning back to Annabeth, a cold gleam in her eye.
"That's rather a long story." Chills went down Jason's spine. "I started dreaming about him when I was ten. And consequently, the people around him. You."
Now Jason wanted to throw up.
"It's been the same for Nico. We always knew the other was real, and we felt each other's pain like it was our own. When his sister died, my mom sent me to a therapist because I did nothing but stay in bed and cry for a week."
The seven sat there in shock.
"I've been inside every single one of your heads." She said, her mouth twitching in disgust. "And I have seen what you think about Nico."
Jason suddenly understood her distaste for everyone but Hazel and him.
"So the connection went both ways..." He mused. "Was your life eventful?"
Lynn turned towards him. "More so than you might think. I lived my life as a mortal, never realizing I was a demigod. But my life- was not exactly typical."
She didn't elaborate anymore.
"How did you not realize you were a halfblood?" Jason was more than a little confused now.
She cussed at him in what sounded like Italian.
A few minutes later, after calming down, she said "Sorry about that. I can speak Italian fluently, because Nico's been speaking it for years. Anyways, what I meant was, how the hell should I know? My powers didn't make their appearance- until it was too late, and monsters never came after me."
"Oh." Jason wondered what Lynn meant by 'too late'.
"Who's your godly parent?" Percy asked.
She smiled. "Thanatos. I believe you met him." That's when Percy reeled back.
"So you have power over death?"
"Not exactly. I only inherited A specific part of his realm. That is, shadows."
"Shadows?" Now Percy seemed doubtful.
"What do you think a soul is made of? He guides the shadows, Perseus Jackson." Lynn said his name coldly, as if she wanted to smack him.
"Unfortunately, his children, though they are few, live quite horrible lives. I- well, I already knew that."
She sounded bitter, like she'd been dealt the worst hand you could get.
"What do you mean?" Annabeth asked.
"It's all over the news. But here." Lynn said, and tossed them an IPhone. "Click on the first video."
Jason stared at it.
The title was "Hell begins."
There were a total of forty plus videos, but they stared at the first one.
"I don't want to see this again." Lynn said. "Is there a room I could use?" She spoke calmly, but Jason could detect something else in her voice.
Coach hedge spoke up. "You can have mine." He said. "First bedroom on the left." Lynn actually smiled at him, and said "Thank you." Nico started to follow, but she turned to him and told him not to. "Make sure they don't see more than they need too." Her face was serious as she turned. Jason thought he saw the beginning of a sneer.
Nico turned toward them, a look of intense agony on his face.
"Let's get this over with." He muttered. "Leo, could you hook this up to a bigger screen?"
"Yeah...but why?" Leo asked.
"Because we're not watching this damn thing twice."
In no time at all, that had the phone linked up to a large screen on a wall.
Nico clicked on the video.
It appeared to be a classroom, science by the looks of it. There were around twenty five kids sitting and doing some kind of worksheet.
What did this have to do with anything...?
Suddenly the door opened, and a man walked in. He had black hair that was pulled into a ponytail and his mouth turned up in a good natured smile.
He looked like a good person.
That impression didn't last long. He took out a gun, and before anyone even registered what he was doing, he had shot the teacher in the head. It was silent and almost undetectable (what kind of gun was that?).
Every one of the students stared in shock, too shocked to do anything.
The man; instantly after shooting the teacher; walked over to the nearest student. It was a shaggy brown haired boy, who he grabbed by the hair.
He pulled the boy up to the front of the class room, up by the door.
"Jim!" A girl shouted. The boy-Jim- who now had a gun pointed at his head looked terrified, his eyes darting around pleading for someone to save him.
"Let him go!" The same girl shouted. She had been sitting next to him. Jason was amazed at her bravery, and it took him a moment to realize who she was. It was Lynn, but she was-so different. Her skin was still tanned, but she looked much healthier and wasn't dead skinny. Her eyes were still the same hazel, but they were worn, though still much happier. There was only the faintest hint of dark circles, but her hair... It was the same color but it was long and curly, not the choppy hurried style it was now.
She looked confident and angry and not the slightest bit fearful.
Her expression reminded Jason of Annabeth's expression right before she fell into tartarus.
It scared him.
The man released Jim and grabbed Lynn, but she didn't flinch at all.
"Brave, aren't you?" The man hissed. "I know how to kill that."
Lynn smiled, though it was more of a sneer. "Good luck with that. You don't scare me." The words reminded Jason eerily of Nico's words to Cupid.
The man smiled even wider, showing his even white teeth. "You have to choose one boy to go with you."
His blue eyes sparkled.
" Is this some kind of twisted hunger games?" Even with a gun to her head, she was stupidly brazen.
"No." The man replied. "It is rather worse."
"I won't pick who goes to their death." She spat, and Jason saw in her eyes that Lynn knew she was going to her death.
"Choose, or they all die."
Lynn's eyes darted nervously. She couldn't choose someone. Her eyes pleaded for someone to do something, anything.
Suddenly, a boy stood up at the back of the class, pushing his chair over as he did so.
He had light blond hair- parts were almost white and then underneath there was light brown. He had pale blue eyes, wore dark skinny jeans, and had a long sleeve shirt on.
He was obviously attractive, but not in the outgoing way many boys are.
He looked quiet and nice- A bit like Frank.
"I volunteer." He said, brave and true but sarcastic all at once. Maybe he was more of a Percy... His face was certainly identical to Percy's before he and Annabeth fell.
Lynn's face went through a series of emotions- shock, relief, and a bitter expression. One that spoke of irony.
"You always were the nicest of us, Clay." She said. Clay walked calmly over to the man and Lynn.
The man marched them out the door.
The video went black.
Nico turned away from the screen, an unreadable expression on his face. He took the phone and unhooked it from the projector.
"Seen enough?" A voice came from behind them. Lynn.
"Could you explain more...?" Annabeth asked.
Lynn smiled. "Phone." Nico tossed her it. She caught it effortlessly, right before it hit the ground.
Jason saw her go to google and type in
"Lynn Rugsmire and Clay Ackerson"
She clicked on the first website that came up. .
She started to read aloud.
"The kidnapping of Lynn Rugsmire and Clay Ackerson remains a baffling case to authorities. A man apparently forced them to volunteer and then took them to an unknown location. He then tortured them, again forcing them to choose who. He then hacked into the schools computer and played the live video each day. The FBI became involved, and were unable to track them down. The videos stopped precisely two months ago, and there has been no more forthcoming information on the case."
"Tortured?" Frank seemed baffled by that.
"We always vowed never to make a sound." She seemed lost in another world. "But he always found new ways to make us scream." She rasped, her eyes glinting. " I can still hear them."