percy pov
"Seaweed Brain, Harry Potter didn't want to possess that much power and that's why he threw away the wand." I still didn't get it. I drove Annabeth to her apartment from the movies and kissed her goodnight. On my way home I noticed she forgot her sweater. I took it to her building and was about to knock on her door when I heard kissing sounds and giggles coming from her apartment. I opened the door just a crack and saw her making out with Jason.

My heart stopped. Tears rolled down my face. I stepped in and stood there for five minutes until they finally looked up. Annabeth's eyes widened and Jason looked smug. He had hated me ever since I was declaired the most powerful demigod ever to exist.
"Why?" I choked out. At that same time Piper stepped in the door and said,"I saw the whole thing." Together as one Piper and I screamed," You dirty rotten cheating *********!"
I stormed out the door.

My feet took me to the park where I sat down at the tables with my head in my lap. I felt like I had lost a part of my soul. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't notice the man sneaking up to me until it was too late. He jabbed a needle in my neck and I promptly passed out.

when I woke up I was strapped to a table in a white room. I lay there for wahat seemed like hours when a man came in. He was short with brown hair and black eyes. "Is this the boy you found in the park?" he asked his equily ugly assistant.
"Yes sir." she answered. The man said to me,"Hello little boy, my name is Brian Urno Theodore Tiggs." I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. Tiggs looked confused so I spluttered out,"Your initials spell BUTT!" He looked outraged and stomped out of the room like a little kid. The assistant shook her head then looked at me. She suddenly smiled and said,"Oooh. Hey hot stuff! How about I untie you and you can reward me with dinner." I pretended to be interested and asked,"What's your name."
"Felicity Ann Rebecca Trueman."
I burst out laughing again and said, "Your initials spell FART!" She ran out of the room crying. The man walked in again.
"Hey Butt!" I said. He scoweled but told me,"You are very lucky to be part of the research weather we can grow wings on a 17 year old." I coughed and asked,"Wings?"
"Yes. We haven't been successful in any of the other cases but I'm sure you'll be different." I gulped. This would problebly be the end of me.