I kept telling myself I wasn't going to do this. I swear, I was like, "no no I'm not gonna do it!" and…

…I did it. Curse me and my creative brain that WON'T SHUT UP when I have an idea…This happens before The Last Olympian. Ok? Get it? Got it? Good. There is Percy-ness, Luck-ness, Annabeth being mad at Grover for eating her maps-ness.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing…except the twins. I own them. ^_^

Chapter 1

The fury of the Furies

There was only three more days until I went to Camp Half-Blood for another loooooooong summer, so I was trying to make the best of it with my mom. She had insisted on taking me shopping (any fourteen year old boy's dream!), and at the time I didn't want to hurt her feelings. So I had agreed.

About half way through what seemed like the fifteenth Wal-Mart isle we'd been down, I found myself thinking, "What was I thinking?!" I was lost in my thoughts when I bump into someone.

"Sorry," I say, catching up to my mom who was leaving the isle, when I heard that the other person said.

"It's OK Percy."

I turned around. But all I saw was the back of people's heads walking away. What the-?

"Percy are you OK?" my mom asks. She came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," I answer. Wait, was someone here from my school? Someone that knew me? …someone from camp?

"Well then c'mon silly, I'm getting kind of hungry. Do you want to go get something to eat?" she asks me.

"Yeah, that'd be great." I really just want to get out of here. Is there such a thing as Wal-Mart overdose? I followed her out to the car, and hopped in the front seat.

"D'you think I could drive sometime mom?" I ask her. She smiles but shakes her head.

"Keep on dreamin' Percy," she tells me.

"Aw c'mon, please mom? Just once around the block!"

"Percy, you have to wait until next year and - don't give me that look!"

I had this puppy-eyed look when I was three, and I guess I can still pull it off.

"Percy, I'm warning you-" but she won't do anything bad, she's trying not to laugh.

"Please?" I asked again. She's laughing now and she pulls in a Denny's parking lot.

"P-Perseus Jackson, if you don't stop - Oh alright, fine!" she says, giving up and pulling the keys out of the car. "But after we eat." "I can live with that," I shrug. Mom gets out of the car and so do I. I'm about to walk in after her, only I stop for a second. Across the street are two girls; one has blond hair, and the other black hair. But other then the hair, they look the same. And I think I've seen them before. They look really familiar…and the blond one's staring at me.

"Percy, you coming?" asks Mom, coming back outside.

"Yeah," I reply, snapping out of it. I followed her inside, and the waitress gives us a table by the window. "Hey what about Paul?" I ask suddenly, surprised to hear my voice. "Where is he?"

"Can't I have one afternoon alone with my son before he goes off to summer camp?" she asks me.

"No," I say sarcastically.

"Well I'm just going to have to kidnap you then!" she says, grinning.

"Oh no, I'm going to be kidnapped by a lady who makes blue cookies!"

Mom laughs again, and I can't help but laugh also. I subconsciously turn my head to the right - towards the window. When I stop laughing, I notice something else. Out the window, those two girls are crossing the street. They walk into the parking lot and into the door of the Denny's we're in. Our waitress comes over and asks what we want to drink.

"I'll just have a water," Mom tells her, and I look away from the window.

"Um…a Cherry Coke," I mumble, and the waitress nods and walks off. Mom turns to me.

"Percy, OK, what's going on? Are you sure your alright? Your acting…a little off."

"Mom, I'm fine." And I am. I don't know what she thinks is wrong with me. I feel normal - as normal as a Half-Blood can get - like, I don't have a fever or anything like that. Is my face turning purple? Are there vines growing out of my ears or something? I just don't get what she thinks is wrong with me! I'm fine!

Mom holds up her hands in defense and turned her attention back on the menu.

My eyes wader again, and they land on the same girls from before, sitting in a booth not to far from our table. The blond is trying to shoo away the waitress, my guess without ordering anything. The dark-haired one turns around and looks at me - and my eyes lock with her golden ones for a second. Then she turns back around and says something to the blond.

I know I've seen them somewhere before, I just know it. But something in her eyes kind of scared me. Like she hates me. Kinda like Clarisse. She hates me. And I'm pretty sure Luke hates me too, ever since I pulled that Iris message thing on him. I still can remember his face; and I can still kinda laugh at it. But a lot of times, when I remember Luke, I remember Annabeth. I wonder how she's doing.

The blond girl waving "hi" to me catches my attention again. The dark haired girl - looking horrified - glances my way, then grabs the blond's arm to keep it from waving anymore. Mom catches my attention and turns around to look where I'm looking. She turns back to me and asks,

"Do you know those girls?"

"I think so…but I'm not so sure," I answer slowly.

"Why not go talk to them?" she asks.

"…Ok…"

I stand up, and walk over to the girls in the booth, trying so hard to remember where I've seen them before. The blond smiles when I come over, and the dark haired one scowls. Now that I'm closer, I can see something else about the two. The blond had tanned skin, and the dark haired one has skin paler then I've ever seen. The blond also has freckles.

"Hi Percy!" says the blond.

"Um…hi…hey have I seen you somewhere before?" I ask. They look at each other and suddenly it hits me. "Oh your from camp, aren't y-" I can't finish my sentence because the dark haired girl covers my mouth with her hand.

"Shut up!" she hisses through her teeth. Then her eyes go wide for a second and she pulls away from me faster then I could have thought. She's now breathing heavy and she's holding her hand like I burned her or something.

"We don't want anyone to know we're here Percy," explains the blond. "We might make your scent stronger."

"What? Is there a monster here or something?" I ask, lowering my voice to a whisper.

"Wow," says the dark haired one dully. "Great job, Sherlock."

The blond glares at her and then she turns to me.

"The waitress is a Fury. She's just waiting for the right moment to attack."

"Which would be…" the dark haired girl squints, thinking. "Right about-"

"Now," finished the blond, and the two of them ducked underneath the table. I turn around to go warn my mom, but then I get smacked in the face with a frying pan.

"Ow!"

The waitress has hopped onto the top of the table, and she's not looking very human anymore. I reach for the Riptide inside my pocket, and pull it out. I uncap it and the pen turns into the sword that I'm so familiar with using. The Fury/waitress growled at me and fully shed her human 'disguise'.

The people inside started freaking out, and they ran outside. I still couldn't tell what they saw with the Mist in their faces, and I still kind of want to know. Then again, I don't.

"Percy!" cries my mom, trying to stay inside of the Denny's while everyone else is pushing her out. It's like a fish trying to swim up stream.

"I'll be OK mom, really!" I re-assure her, ducking as the Fury attempts a aerial attack. She hesitates, but then heads out of the door like the rest of the people. I duck again, and this time I hear two of them-?

"I told you we shouldn't have come here!" I hear the dark-haired girl cry.

"Yeah, but you also said that you were bored," said the blond.

"How many of these things are there?" I ask, thinking I'm seeing things. Before there was just one - now there are three Furies. As if one wasn't enough.

"Three!" says the blond. "One was your waitress, one was the cook, and I think one just walked in!"

One cornered me, and I sliced the Riptide through it's wing. It howled in pain at me, and I slashed it again. It turned to dust at my feet, and the next one came at me. I did the same to it, and the same thing happened: it turned to dust. Now the third one was hard, because it saw what I had done to the others.

It snapped at me, and it's teeth nicked my left arm. I dropped the Riptide, and realized it a little too late. The Fury advanced, and I surveyed my options. They weren't very great. Then the dark haired girl behind it threw a bar stool on the Fury's head, and it broke. The Fury's attention dropped from me as it turned around to snarl at the two girls.

That was all I needed. I grabbed the Riptide and struck it through the back. The Fury screeched, but then collapsed in a pile of dust like the others. There was a few moments of silence.

"Sorry," said the blond.

"Sorry?" I repeated. "Sorry for what?"

"For messing with your afternoon with your mom."

"It's ok, really," I tell her. "So…I'm guessing I should start avoiding people at Denny's from now on?"

The blond laughs, while the dark-haired one just scowls and crosses her arms.

"I guess so. I'm Amber Aster by the way," says the blond, "and this is my sister, Ivy."

"You two are sisters?" I ask. The reason is because they look nothing alike. Ok, well their faces do, but their hair and skin color is…seriously different. Kinda weird.

"Twins," they both say in unison. And they were both Half-Bloods? Well of course they were, because A) they didn't run from the Furies (but neither did Rachel…), and B) they know me from camp.

"Percy!" Mom runs back in and hugs me. "Are you alright?"

"Yes mom, I'm fine," I tell her, rolling my eyes.

"Well c'mon, lets go home," she says, and she leads me to the door.

"Wait what about -" but I stop. Because the twins aren't there anymore.

"What?" asks Mom, looking in the same spot I am, where the twins were a second ago.

"…Nothing…I guess."

Wow, longer then I thought. Oh well…tell me if I should post Chapter 2. I'm not sure if I will though…oh I don't know…REVIEW!!!