(Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson Series, but that doesn't keep me from loving it. Thanks Rick Riordan!)
Seeing the Fallen Facade Prologue
It was a normal day at Goode High. Well, for Percy it was. Everyone was running everywhere as what they thought was a gunman, to him was a demonic being. No. For it to actually be a demonic being it had to be one Hades's torturers, and this monster was not one of them.
A kid around his age tripped amongst the flailing bodies of panicked students and of teachers that tried to get things under control. Meanwhile, Paul, Percy's step-dad, stood passively beside him before asking his step-son a question. "Which one is it this time? Ooh, is it one of the ones you fought already?!" Maybe, passive was not the right word to describe Paul, as he looking as gleeful as a kid on Christmas morning. Paul had become used to Percy's chaotic life, and loved him for it. Without Percy, Sally wouldn't be as happy as she is now. Percy was her pride and joy. To Paul, Percy was his now too. There was just nothing that you wouldn't like about him. Well, maybe apart from the lack of finished homework. But a teenager had to have faults somewhere, right? Especially a demigod, who had one of the most greatest characters that one of the best heroes the world had ever seen.
"Paul it's a manticore. I can't really tell you much about it now. I'll see you in time for dinner? I need to pick up Annabeth after this and help her with all the moving sh-tuff." Percy grinned at Paul as if it were a usual ritual for the both of them. Which is to be expected being caught in the midst of a powerful demigod's adventure we call life.
"Ok, just don't get hurt? Your mum would kill me otherwise." Paul laughed at his own joke, while Percy laughed at the absurd attempt, his step-father made at joking towards him.
Chiron having taught Percy how to manipulate the mist, snapped his fingers before commanding it to make the mortals believe that the uncalled police had come to rescue them. While doing so he managed to deflect some spikes that was continually fired by the manticore, away from the civilians. Using his left-free hand, he snapped it once more to make them see as if the 'gunman' had been obtained by a police officer, him, before saying, "I would like you to back away, go home for your own safety. We will make sure this vile man gets what he deserves...Time."
The mortals did as he suggested, though some students wanted to stay but ended being dragged by relieved teachers and friends, who just wanted to escape from the fiasco. Percy was glad, because even if he did watch some police shows, he didn't know the rest of 'whatever you say will be held against you' bit. He only remembers that one bit, as past teachers had said similar things to him.
Now not having to worry about the people who used to make the hallways thrive with life, he slashed at the scorpion tail, hacking it until it was severed from the body it was attached to. The manticore, however, remained in the realm of the living.
"Ahhh, Perseus Jackson. Come out to play, have we?" It cackled like an old woman, to Percy's ear. Man that guy needs to get some vocal lessons. What is he, a freaking banshee?
"Nope, I'm not five anymore. I've grown a little taller, and know more about monsters. I think I'm more mature by now, don't you think? I can't say the same for you though, Manti." Percy threw the snide remarks towards the monster. It seemed to be the erroneous thing to do, as it just fully enraged the manticore even more.
"You're the slayer of monsters?! Gah! I can destroy you!"
"That's not what you said before. If I'm not mistaken, I sent you back to Hades the hard way!" Percy replied back to the manticore while they both circled each other.
The manticore couldn't strike with his tail, it was long gone. His spikes were everywhere (mainly opposite where he was as it had most of the mortals on that side of the hall, just before) - they were what the mortals thought to be bullets. Percy realised that because they were everywhere (the spikes), he could use the same trickery he used on the minotaur during the 'Battle of Manhatten'. Gods, I've been hanging too much with Annabeth. Percy thought. It was for the better though, they loved each other unconditionally hoped that after the second war he had been in, that he wouldn't be a part of more.
Percy started to put an attack towards Manty, and Manty took the bait. Slashing towards Manty's chest, he fainted to the right before launching himself above the manticore - using his outstretched knee as a stepping stone. Haha, Sucka! You over extended yourself! Moving into a defensive position, Percy just arced Riptide fast enough to deflect the oncoming attacks made by the manticore's claws.
"You're getting slow, Manty!" Percy taunted him, and continued to do so. This made the manticore mad enough to power his strength, before hitting the sword out of Percy's hand with a 'thwack'. Percy aimed for this and acted out the defenseless, tired demigod look.
"Haha, no, it is you who is slow! Behold the son of Poseidon, slain by the mighty manticore, Bathile!" The manticore screamed triumphantly before lainching himself towards our dear hero. Percy slid under the massive body, baseball style, in time to be showered by golden specks of dust. All Percy heard now was a wail of defeated-despair, before the antics and the seriousness of what the manticore said hit him with full force. He fell on his side, convulsing in laughter. Bathile! What type of name is Bathile, for a manticore's name? Damn, that Manty sure was girly! I wonder if he has a girlfriend? His thoughts just set off another round of laughter for the Saviour of Olympus.
He picked himself of from the ground, before dusting himself off. Walking through the deserted hall until reaching outside of the school, Percy jumped into his blue Maserati, sports car. Thanks for the car again, Dad. Looking up to the heavens still, he heard a reply from Poseidon in his mind. You're welcome, Son. Say hi to them for me? I'll see you tomorrow. Feeling the genial presence of his father, Percy smiled and drove to an awaiting Annabeth.
AN: Should I carry on? Please comment, and don't be afraid of giving me criticism. Just as long as they're meant as good intentions :D