Chapter two. PJO fanfiction
A/N: sorry I forgot to put a disclaimer on chapter one.
Disclaimer: I do not own the books, movie or any of the fantastic characters that Rick Riordan created.
Thank you for the support of my first chapter, I have noted the grammatical errors and tried to correct them as best I can and I shall try to make this chapter better. As always, reveiws are much appreciated as they help me get a better grasp on what this story needs to improve. K.
Chapter 2.
Travis was in turmoil. Everyone knew how feirce annabeth could be, especially in situations like these, and you never know, she may just take it upon herself to shoot the messenger. He worried and fretted, but then realized, that if he couldn't do anything for percy, then he should go to other people who could, he owed him that much at least. He ran his hands through his hair. Conor, noticing his brother's distress said
"hey what's up?"
"Percy's down."
"you gotta be shitting me! How did that happen?"
"not sure yet. Need you to find a load of medics, and get somewhere set up for the apollo campers to put the wounded. We should've done it already, but we didn't think we would need it until later. Make sure there is a water supply wherever you set up. Send Beckendorf over to the west side of the battle ground. I'll meet you over there with the others."
"ok. Meet you there in say fifteen minutes?"
"perfect."
Travis ran out of the shelter, while Conor started making announcements over the earpeices.
Travis soon found Annabeth, who had not moved from the position she was in since he had last seen her. There were numerous scratches and minor wounds all over her body and her clothing had started to get that tattered look. She was breathing heavily and perspiration coated her forehaed and any patch of skin he could see. She was surrounded by bodies and was looking around with a scowl on her face, looking for more opponents to fight. She turned around, and found herself face to face with Travis Stoll, who she vaguely knew from Hermes cabin. His usual easygoing and joking demeanor was nowhere to be seen, and the expression on his face alarmed her. Something told her that something was wrong with Percy, but she pushed that thought away and tried to console herself with the idea that she was being paranoid.
"what is it Travis?"
"umm Annabeth.. look don't freak okay?"
"i'll decide on whether or not to when I hear what you have to say."
"well... it's percy. I don't know the exact details of what has happened, but percy is down. We are meeting th medics, piper and the others down by the river side, under the bridge where the shelter is, and we shall make a plan when we get there. Okay?"
He studied her face, and was suprised to see a sort of resignation on her face.
"hey you okay?" he asked her.
"yep, let's go."
She started to hurry after him in the direction of the side of the bridge, and they lowered themselves down in to the shelter that had been temporarily attatched to the underbelly of the bridge by the Hephaestus cabin. They landed on the platform with a gong noise, and swung thmeselves in through the doorway. She had been amazed at the size of the room. It was about the same size of an olympic swimming pool, and there were snacks and drinks galore, as well as an area where the pegasi could fly in and out. She didn't like the thought of being suspened a hundred feet up, in a mettle container, but she had seen the blueprints of it, and she had reluctantly concluded that it was safe. That didn't mean she had to like it.
She spotted Thaila in a corner, talking to Chiron and quickly strode over to them.
"Right. What's happening and where the hell is Percy?"
Thaila looked at Chiron for support. He sighed, his eyes worried, and said, "Annabeth, my child, we have a problem. Percy was hit by lightning, and fell about a hundred feet onto a metal beam that supports the bridge. We have sent a couple of scouts to check the situation, and we think that his position has shifted enough so that if he were to sit up as he wakes, he could fall even further, which would almost certainly result in his death. The main concern at the minute is will he survive the lightning and the hit."
Annabeth was horrified to hear this. She nodded and said" right let's go and get him then."
Thaila and Chiron exchanged uneasy glances. This was the part they feared the most. Due to Percys precarious position, they were loathe to move him in case something went wrong.
They explained this to some detail, and Annabeth went pale. The thought of what would happen if Percy were to fall from that height, and being unconsious, the damage it would do to him unless someone saved him would be unthinkable.
"Right. Well then, we need to find a way to get him down then." Annabeth eventually said.
"Well Thaila and I were thinking, that if we held a terapaulin under him, and knock him off the girder so that he lands on it, we could then lower him to the ground so that there is little chance of him dropping. Does that sound okay to you?" Chiron asked.
"Sounds good.a strategy worthy of Athena" Annabeth attempted a wan smile. Neither of the others were fooled.
"When do we go to get him?" she asked
"Now." Said Thaila.
Annabeth nodded. She shouted to her and Percys freinds. She breifly explained to them what had happened and what they were going to do, and they silently nodded their approval. She was impressed by their calmness.
They saddled up a Pegasus each, and they took a terapaulin.
Meanwhile, Percy had started to wake up.
He looked around groggily, he was vaguely aware of the sheer pain that emnated from all over, and also a strong sense of pins and needles in his chest. He had not moved as of yet, but he noticed that he was very cold, and felt the wind whipping about all around him. The events of what had happened. The cloud, Thaila killing things, then turning round and was hit with an all consuming pain. Then nothing. He went to roll over, then gasped, as he flailed for a moment in thin air. Then , his finger tips, met something hard and cold.
That was when an explosion of pain took over his body. He held on with all his might, gasping for where his body protesting, from where he had hit the girder. His torso felt like it was on fire, and his left leg dangled at a strange angle. He could feel bood dripping down his neck from where he had a couple of head wounds and also down his back in multiple areas. He did not no what had happened there. His hands were getting sweaty now, and he was on the verge of passing out due to the sheer pain of it all.
Dark spots appeared in his vision. He felt immensly dizzy, and then a starnge thing began to happen. The air was stirring even more ferociously around him, even more so than before. Tornadoes were beginning to circle him, and the weight of himself was being lifted gently off the girder, and that was when he began to fall. He was vaguely aware of a pressure in his gut, a sort of tugging sensation, but he couldn't recall being near any thoughts went down...down...down...into the blackness, where he coul retreat from the pain.
Annabeth had got everyone organised into a circle, with everyone in it holding a peice of rope tied to the terapaulin as a makeshift handle, until it was stretched out in a misshapen circle that was large enough to hold a man around Percys size. They were gradually making their ascent up to where Percy had lain, when suddenly a figure flew past them heading towards the ground.
"PERCY!" she screamed. She dropped the terapaulin and urged her pegasus to try and fly down beneath him so that she might catch him, and that was when she noticed that his descent wasn't normal. It was being controlled here and there, somewhat sloppily, and he was flopping about as though he was lifeless. Suddenly a gust of wind hit him, and sent him tumblin into the direction of the water where the water reached up to grab him and brought him down into the water, where he sank, bubbles popping into existance where his body had made contact with the water moments before.
