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I don't own Percy Jackson!
I woke up, shivering.
My head throbbed. My vision was blurry. I couldn't see my own hands in front of me. I tried to get my bearings. Where was i? And why was it so cold?
My hand brushed the ground. It was wet. Oh, I thought. It was raining. The raindrops had been splattering on my face the whole time and I hadn't noticed them. Weird.
"Hey, pal. What are you doing? It's raining! Why aren't you covering yourself? Are you trying to get sick?" Someone beside me exclaimed. That person pulled something from behind me and put it over my head. He forced my hand to take hold of it, to keep it in place. I held it silently. It was a cardboard.
The rain didn't fall on me anymore, but I didn't really care anyway, I looked around me, dazed. I was sitting in some sort of alley. It was rather narrow, not to mention dirty too. Garbage bins lined the walls, and most of the rubbish was strewn on the floor. The sky was dark and thunder boomed all around me while the raindrops fell heavier.
I turned to someone sitting next to me. The one who gave me the cardboard. His eyes glowed in the darkness as he stared back. He had something flat over his head as well.
I must have been gaping at him, because he asked, "Um, Percy, are you all right?"
Percy? That was my name? I scratched my head with my free hand. Suddenly, a million questions popped out. Where was I? What was I doing here? Who am I?
I looked at the garbage bins. I was pretty sure I didn't live in a dirty alley, the last time I checked. The last time… When?
"Er, look, guy. Thanks for the cardboard." I said, when I remembered the guy's question. "But, really, I…"
"Guy?" The boy seemed offended, or was he faking? "I've got a name, you know. And why are you thanking me for the cardboard? It's yours." He spoke to me as if I were a crazy lunatic.
I tried to explain, "Really? I can't remember anything."
The boy scoffed, "Who are you trying to kid? Well, I'm not falling for that lame trick. Good night." With that, he turned away from me and leaned back against the wall.
I felt totally disorientated. Who was he? I closed my eyes and tried to remember something. Anything. I saw flashes, but they were too random, too inconsistent. None of them stopped long enough for me to take a good look at. I tried not to panic. I closed my eyes tightly, shutting out the pitter-patter of rain outside. Sleep, I told myself. Everything will be all right in the morning. At least I hope so.
I woke up to someone shaking me. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead. It's getting late." I opened my eyes and was blinded by the sudden brightness. Whoa. It was morning already?
My mind was still groggy. I shook my head to clear it. I realized that it had stopped raining and my cardboard had slipped off me. Probably when I was asleep. There was someone standing beside me. I stared at him.
He had small eyes and an equally small mouth. In fact, he looked like an elf, minus the pointed ears and height. He had curly hair, which was all around his face, blond in colour.
He caught me staring. "What's up, pal?"
"Well, pal, I have no idea who you are." I said.
He rolled his eyes. "Playing the same tricks again? Yeah, I'm not your super cool best friend. I'm a giant monster who's come to eat you!" He started making gestures with his hands, like monster claws. He pretended and batted me with his hands.
"Stop it." I snapped. I knew he was only fooling around, but it made me uneasy.
He looked surprised. "Okay. Okay. Let's go get some food!" He put his arms around me. I shrugged it off, annoyed. Why won't he understand? "I don't know you, pal!" I repeated, feeling sick.
He blinked. His eyes were bluish and intense. Suddenly, he laughed. "Oh yeah, man. I know what you want! Fine, if you don't want to do it. I will." He clapped his hands together as if he had said something clever.
"Do what?" I asked, bewildered.
He ignored me, "Come on!"