Clash of The Greeks And The Lorics
Chapter One - Where am I?
This crossover takes place in the beginning of The Power of Six, and before The Lost Hero. I do not own anything, the main plot and characters belong to Pittacus Lore and Rick Riordan.
I tried to open my eyes, but there was dust that flew around, and it made my eyes burn. I groaned as I rolled over onto my back. I used the remaining energy I had to lift myself onto my feet. I was on something hard and firm, probably on a road, or hopefully a sidewalk. I rubbed the dust away from my eyes, and I brushed myself off. I shielded my eyes from the sun, and I was able to see more clearly now. I heard a loud beeping sound, and when I turned around, I spotted the vehicle coming at me. It was a rusty old truck, and it appears to have three teenagers in it. The girl driving it was pretty, and had pitch black hair. She looked around sixteen or seventeen. Her eyes were also the same color as Annabeth's. Annabeth. For some reason that was the only name I could remember. The window rolled down, and the girl started yelling.
"Get out of the way!" She cried out. I didn't move. I was stunned, and too tired to even move my fingers. The girl slammed her foot on the brakes, and turned left. The tires made a loud shrieking sound as it scraped the asphalt.
"Shit." She cursed, as she swung the front door open. The girl glared at me with her fierce grey eyes.
"What the hell?" The girl raised her voice. "Dumbass." She muttered under her breath.
"Sorry." I croaked out.
"What are you doing in the middle of the road anyways?" A boy asked. He was scrawny, and had sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes.
"I don't know." I said, disoriented.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I don't remember anything." They gave me a puzzled look.
"Can you at least tell me your name? If you remember it." This guy was tall, and muscular. He had dark blonde hair, and blue eyes.
"My name?" I still wasn't sure. I had to reach the corners of my head to find the answer. "Percy. Percy Jackson." The girl started to go back to the driver's seat.
"We have to get going." She said. "We don't want them to catch up to us."
"Them? Are you guys like criminals or something?" They all started to climb back in the truck, ignoring my question. "Wait! Take me with you!"
"We have something important to do." She slammed the door closed.
"Maybe we should take him." The scrawny dude whispered.
"He could be working with them, we have to go before he tells them where we are."
"If we leave him here, they will find him, and they'll find out where we are headed." The taller guy replied. The girl frowned, and pushed open the door.
"Are you going to just stand there?" I quickly hopped inside, and shut the door next to me. I awkwardly rested my hands on my lap.
"So... What are your names?"
"Um," The scrawny kid looked hesitant to answer. "Sam."
"I'm John, and this is Maren." Maren gave John a quiet scowl. She didn't look like the type of girl to have that name. It seemed too girly for her. We soon heard the distant screams of a police car, and I saw the blue and red lights in the mirror.
"Not good," Sam said.
"Shit." The dog in the back glanced through the window, I didn't even notice he was in the truck with us.
"What do we do?" Sam asked, he sounded a bit scared and worried.
"It might mean nothing."
"Doubtful." John said as he shook his head.
"Let's see what happens first. We'll never make it if we lead this cop on a high-speed chase. He'll call for backup and they'll get a helicopter. Then we'll never get away." The dog started to growl loudly, and one of the guys told him to relax. The officer shone the flashlight on each of our faces.
"Is there a problem, officer?" The guy asked.
"You kids from around here?"
"No, sir."
"Ya care tellin' me why y'alls drivin' through Tenessee in a Chevy S-10 with North Carolina plates belonging to a Ford Ranger?" I looked at the teens I was riding with surprised.
"You guys are criminals!" I whispered. Maren gave me a killer stare, and told me to keep my mouth shut.
"Anyone wanna try me?" He asked. The man chuckled.
"Oh course not," He said. "Four kids from North Carolina driving through Tennessee in a stolen truck on a Saturday night. Ya kids on a dope run, aren't ya?" The officer glanced back at me, and something in his eyes shifted.
"It must be my lucky day!" He laughed. "You brought me a child of Poseidon as well!" They looked at me confused.
"Long time no see, Percy Jackson," The officer soon transformed into a large figure. He had a body of a lion, and the tail of a scorpion. "I finally can get revenge."
