Hey hey people! This is my first crossover, second story, only story I really like, etc. Hope you like this!
I woke up in- you guessed it- a dog crate! Wow, talk about déjà vu! Well, that's what happens when you're a freaking mutant bird kid. You get kidnapped periodically. I blinked a couple times, my eyes adjusting to the harsh light that was illuminating the small, clean, white room. Fang was sitting in the crate next to me, his eyes closed. I guess he was sleeping, but you really never know with Fang. Past him, I could see the rest of my Flock, all still knocked out. I turned my head to the left. A boy, maybe sixteen or so, was lying in the bottom of the crate, completely unconscious. His mouth was wide open, and his jet-black hair was flopped over in his face. Despite all this, I could tell that he was a very good-lookin' dude. I glanced past his cage and saw a girl, about the same age as him, with curly blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her gray eyes were trained on the boy, and she was repeatedly poking him through the cage.
"Perséas! Pérsi, xypní̱ste!" She whispered urgently. I looked at her curiously. What language was that?
"Enkéfalo fýkia," She muttered. Then she turned around and started poking the kid to her right.
"Xypní̱ste!" She moaned. I could barely see that far through the freakin' dog cages, but it looked like she was poking a young, dark haired boy dressed in all black, like a mini-Fang.
She sighed, and then caught sight of me. Her storm gray eyes widened, and then she glared at me. Even though she was crouched in a dog crate, she was intimidating. Her eyes seemed to look right into my mind, reading me like a book. She was looking through my most private thoughts, like a mind reader. I sure hoped it was, my imagination, because trust me: one is more than enough when it comes to mind readers.
"Umm, hi," I said lamely, trying to break the silence. She just stared at me. "You do speak English, right?" I asked, now unsure of what to say.
"Yeah," she whispered. After another awkward silence, she asked me, "Where are we?"
"The School," I answered simply. If she was a mutant, she would know this by now. Maybe she was for a new experiment. I shuddered at the thought.
"If we're at school, then why are we trapped in cages?"
"Not a school, the School. It's a place run by mad scientists who experiment on kids and mess with their DNA and stuff. "Her eyes widened in horror.
"DNA? So they take a DNA test?" Her breath was coming in quick gasps, like she was hyperventilating. Apparently, this is what she found frightening, not the fact that she was going to be experimented on.
"Well, yeah, I guess," I said, confused.
"Chália," She muttered. There it was again, that weird language!
"What language is that?" I asked her.
"It's-" She was cut off as the door to the small room burst open and a very large Eraser walked in. I looked over at the girl, expecting to see her cowering against the back of her cage. Instead, she was sitting at the front, watching the Eraser curiously, but not acting the least bit scared.
"Perseus Jackson," The Eraser growled. He approached the cage in between the girl and I. I assumed the hot guy in between us was Perseus Jackson. The Eraser opened the door, and grabbed him. The eraser dragged him out of the cage, and pulled him across the floor.
"Pérsi! Xypní̱ste i̱líthie! Eíste étoimoi na epitethoún!" The girl screamed. 'Perseus' jerked his head back, and his eyes flew open. They were an unnerving sea green color. He groaned and kicked out at the Eraser, catching him right in the face. The Eraser screamed and dropped Percy, who hit the floor hard. The Eraser growled and raised his foot up to stomp on Perseus' face. I closed my eyes tight, not wanting to see the poor kid's face smashed in. I heard a howl of pain, but it wasn't coming from Perseus. The Eraser was hoping around on one foot, screeching and basically freaking out. Perseus was still on the ground, but his face was definitely not smashed. He sat up, grinning. WTH? He kicked the Eraser again, his foot smashing into the side of the Eraser's head. The big mutant crumbled to the ground. The blonde girl was still screaming at him.
"I̱líthie, chri̱simopoií̱ste to spathí sou!" Perrseus glared at her, and then reached into his pocket and pulled out… a pen? I repeat: WTH? He took off the pen's cap, and it transformed into a huge bronze sword. He stabbed the Eraser, but instead of sticking in its back, the sword went right through the Eraser. The dude grumbled under his breath and pulled the sword back up. He kicked the Eraser again. Then he touched the pen cap to the tip of the sword, and it shrank back down into a pen again. He stuck it back in his pocket, and walked over towards us, a big, goofy smile on his face.