His head was pounding. He wanted to stay in bed, even though it now felt like rocks. He just didn't want to get up and face this world.
"Ahh," He groaned as he began to sit up but the pain in his head sent him crashing back down, "Why?" He thought as stars danced in his vision. Percy tried to get up again.
He managed to get to his feet. The pounding had only gotten worse. Percy was dazed and confused as he tried to absorb his pounding head. It was pitch black and he could see very little. What he could see was the ground. Percy understood why his bed felt like rocks; it was rocks. He had just been lying right in the middle of the street. He was just lucky he hadn't been run over.
"Who are you?" A kid demanded.
Percy was startled. The kid came from behind. Percy already didn't like him.
"Waiting!" The kid said as Percy turned around sluggishly, instantly reaching his hand to his pocket feeling for a pen.
"I'm... I'm... I don't actually know..." Percy said with his head still pounding, but not quite as hard.
"How do you not know who you are?" Said another kid.
"I honestly don't know. Where I am, who I am, why I was passed out in the middle of the street are all big questions for me right now." Percy said.
"Let's bring him to base." The first kid said, clearly the leader of the group.
"What?" Percy said only getting even more confused, as he was blindfolded.
"Help me load him Sasha." The second kid said. The first kid looked annoyed.
The first kid, Sasha, wasn't happy with his identity being revealed. Who knew what was with the kid on the street? Sasha didn't know if he was homicidal, suicidal, or just plain dangerous. He and the others would figure it out in the morning, when he had coffee for blood.
Percy slowly woke up. He was still blindfolded. He couldn't see a thing. He heard Sasha's voice and a few, more voices.
"Take off the blindfold." Someone commanded and Percy's blindfold was taken off.
Sasha wasn't sure about this, "Was that a good idea?"
Percy started firing questions immediately, "Who are you? Where am I? Who am I? What is going on?"
"We're asking the questions here!" said a girl with fiery hair. He didn't get any answers another then that.
"Why were you in the street?" A girl Percy thought was a little cute.
"You're best guess is as good as mine." Percy shrugged.
"How about a name?" A strong-looking boy said in between the ginger and the kind of cute girl.
"I don't even know that. I've hit rock bottom." Percy realized how pathetic he sounded, but sadly, it was the truth.
After a minute of silence the kind of cute girl spoke, "He's telling the truth."
Sasha still didn't trust Percy, but said nothing.
"I'm Janine," The cute-ish girl said, "And this is Whit." She said pointing at the muscle dude.
The ginger had a fire in her eyes. She introduced herself, "Call me Wisty. And to my right is Weasel."
The boy she called Wisty objected, "Actually my name is Byron, Byron Swain. And Wisty there," Byron pointed to Wisty, "Is my lovely girlfriend."
Immediately she screamed an objection, "NO! We are not even friends!" The very thought of Wisty dating Byron disgusted her to close to puking. Whit snickered.
"Where am I?" Percy asked again.
"The Overworld." Wisty said amused by his confusion.
"What city?" Percy asked.
Wisty answered again, "We're near the capital."
"What state? What country for that matter." Percy was surprised he was remembering geography. He never paid attention to that class, why would he remember it now? He shrugged the mental question aside.
Wisty was puzzled by the question. Instead Byron answered, "You aren't from thins world or any other dead one."
Percy made a puzzled face, "I'm not really sure, but I don't think so."
"Want some breakfast?" Whit asked, almost like a peace offering.
"I would like to be untied!" Percy requested tugging on ropes tying him to a chair.
Janine pulled out a knife and cut the ropes in a swift motion. Percy shook free. Wisty shifted her position.
There was an awkward silence broken by Byron, "What's that?" He pointed to an object trying to poke out of Percy's pocket. Everyone was thinking it but no one wanted to say it.
"Ummm..." Percy fished in his pocket and pulled it out, "A pen...?"
It was one of those clicky pens. Percy was studying it as a noise ponded on the outside of the hideout.
"What was that?" Wisty said, her hair brightening it and her skin reddening.
Right then an army burst in. The army was one of Lost Ones. They were ready less then as minute after the army broke in. It seemed that no one was that startled. Only Percy. They were puzzled. Instantly Percy clicked the pen and a sword formed. No one noticed the sword yet.
The group all fought. They were heavily out numbered but the Lost Ones were weak. Weaker then usual. What was going on. They fought. It was mainly on pure instinct. It was amazing and breath taking. It was all graceful. The violence was mesmerizing.
All the Lost Ones were gone. Everyone paused catching there breath. Wisty turned off her fire. Percy held his Sword aimed at the door in case there were more.
Percy scanned around the room and caught Wisty turning off her fire and he accidentaly asked aloud, "Was she just on fire?"
"Yeah! Pretty cool, right?" Wisty said looking at him and she saw his sword, "Is that a sword?"
Sasha became alarmed, "Where'd that come from?"
Janine said, "He didn't have a sword before...?"
Everyone was confused, includiny Percy.
"Put that thing away!" Byron said after they were sure no one else was coming.
Everyone had questions. Sasha was stunned. Wisty was amused. Janine was mixed between concern and curiousity. Whit had a million emotions in a giant mix. Byron was losing trust. Percy was afraid, of himself, Wisty, everyone. Minutes passed of a silent, unspoken confusion.