Hi guys! First PJO fic! Hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, Rick Roridian does. Enjoy!
Third Person on Olympus.
Olympus was in chaos. Zeus and Hera were bickering, along with Poseidon and Athena. Hephaestus and Ares were at each other's throats again, Aphrodite doing her make-up in the background. Apollo and Artemis were fighting over who knows what, and Hermes was who knows where, doing who knows what. Hestia was no-where to be seen, and Hecate was trying to fix a spell amongst all of the bickering. She was chanting the spell, when something flew past her head, barley a centimeter away. She turned around, where all of the other gods and goddesses were staring at her, waiting for a reaction. Glaring, she eyed each of the gods, her glare getting colder with each passing second.
"Do you know what one of you just did? I have no idea what kind of spell I just cast, what the effect was, who it effected, nothing! I know absolutely nothing, and there is nothing we can do to stop it! You could have killed thousands because you are all so petty and clueless!" She ranted, not knowing the chaos that just was beginning to happen at Camp Half-Blood…
CHB Percy POV
"Perseus Jackson, get up! I will break down this door if you don't answer right this minute!" A female's voice called, as the banging on the door continued. I shrank further back on the bed, trying to get as far away from the voice that I can. Is she a friend of Gabe's, like the other women? Is she going to hurt me too?
A male voice was whispering something now, and I curled into a ball, in case they tried to break in and hurt me. I always do this with Gabe, it hurts less when I do. A softer girl's voice came now, it seemed more innocent and caring, talked to me.
"Percy," it said, "It's okay, we're not going to hurt you. Just open the door, please." I hopped off of the bed reluctantly, and limped slightly over to the door because my leg was still really sore from yesterday. I opened up the door, to see two older girls and an older guy towering over me. The one girl looked like she came from a gang, with her dark clothes, black combat boot, short black hair with electric blue highlights that matched her eyes, and her studded combat boots. This girl seemed to be about 15. She was standing in an impatient stance, her foot tapping up and down, and her arms crossed. She didn't look like the kind of girl Smelly Gabe would recruit, but you never know. The next girl had long blond hair with a bright gray streak right at the front. Her stormy gray eyes showed that she was intelligent, and if she just had that 'I'm smart and I'll figure everything out' kind of feel to her. She looked about 13 or 14. She was wearing a bright orange shirt with a picture of a horse with wings on it, and words I couldn't read, with a leather beaded necklace. Finally, the boy had black hair, the color of coal (I think…) and eyes to match. He was dressed in all black, similar to the first girl. He had an "I'm not a nice person" kind of feel to him, and I could believe he was working for Gabe. He seemed to be about 15 too.
Their face's all seemed to soften when they saw me, then harden. The girl with the dark hair bent down in front of me, trying to keep the anger out of her eyes. She spoke to me softly, as if she was trying to show that she was nice. Everyone starts out that way, but none ever stay nice. Except my mom, of course. She is the nicest person on Earth.
"Hi Percy, I'm Thalia. We called your Mom, and she's on her way now, so you don't have anything to worry about. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?" She asked. I nodded wearily.
"Last n-night, Gabe got m-mad because I didn't bring him t-the r-right kind of beer, and he beat me. The last thing I r-remember him d-doing is throwing me a-against a wall. Please d-don't tell him! H-he threatened m-my mom and m-me, if I t-told anyone! He b-beats m-me all the t-time, and c-covers it up with m-makeup," I whispered. The blond girl picked me up, held me close to her, as I tried not to cry. The dark haired girl smiled at me, but it didn't seem so nice this time.
"Are you okay?" I nodded. "Good. How old are you?" She asked. I held up five fingers. As soon as I did that, I heard another voice. I peaked my head up to see a man with a horses body attached to him running, or galloping I guess, towards us.
"Sally is here, and the gods are on their way for a meeting. Follow me to the Big House." He said to three people, and he looked at me in shock, and we made our way to a large-ish house with a blue roof. My mom was waiting there nervously, with some other kids and teens of random ages. When they heard us coming, and their eyes all landed on me. I must have looked bad with all of my bruises and cuts.
My mom rushed me out of the blond girls arms, holding me close to her, asking me what had happened. After I explained what happened, in detail everyone was looking at me with shocked and pitying expressions.
"Sweetie, why didn't you tell what's been going on? Why wouldn't you tell someone?" She asked softly. I looked down, more tears streaming down my face.
"He said he'd hurt you if I ever told anyone, and that he'd let the mean women ra… rape me? And then he'd hurt me and kill you. I didn't want you to get hurt. Mom, what rape?" I whispered.
"HE DID WHAT?!"
First Chapter Done! R&R to tell me what you think.