Perseus Poisoned

by alakarox

When Percy comes to camp, he has plans for a perfect summer when Annabeth. But during capture-the-flag, he is bitten by a poisonous creature, and no one has an idea what the cure is. Can Annabeth, Piper, Jason, Leo, Frank, Hazel, and Nico find a cure? Or will it be too late to save the son of the sea god?

1. Chapter 1

Percy

Let me start of right now, by saying: The following story may worry you, creep you out, or disgust you. Believe me, it wasn't all that great when it was happening to ME, either.

Since the school year ended, I'd been psyched to go back and spend the entire summer at Camp Half Blood with all my friends. I would train and train and train, take dips into the Long Island Sound, and basically, I would just have the greatest summer ever. Best of all, I would get three full months of hanging out with my girlfriend, Annabeth.

But, no. Since I'm Percy Jackson, and the Fates ordained that my life must always suck, that couldn't be the case.

I picked up my bags and headed out of the apartment into the car.

"Well, Percy," Paul began. In case you guys are newbies, Paul Blofis is my step-dad, and he's awesome. He's super nice, likes crabbing, and has swordplay experience. Everything a son-of-Poseidon demigod could want in a step-dad. "I hope you have a great time at camp, even though it's covered by Mist," he said the word Mist like he couldn't believe it actually existed," and I will never be able to see it…"

"Paul…" my mom chastised.

He grinned. "Right. Sorry." He turned to me. "All right, buddy, you have fun. I'll see you in September."

I grinned back. "See you."

After loading my bags into the car, I plopped down into the shotgun seat, eager to get to Camp Half Blood and start my great summer.

During the drive, I decided to turn on White Stripes, because it was the only cd that my mom was able to tolerate. I relaxed against the window, staring out at the familiar scenery that came with the route to camp.

And suddenly, I shivered.

My mom didn't notice. She was looking in worry at the gas meter, which was dipping dangerously close to empty. I wasn't worried about that; this car could go 20 miles on an empty meter, and we only lived about 6 miles away.

What really worried me was the shiver. It was in the middle of June. The sky was clear and the sun was shining. In fact, none of the windows were open, and the AC wasn't on; we should've been cooking inside this car.

Why was I cold?

I decided to ignore it. So I was cold. Big deal.

Boy, was I ever wrong.