Word Up!

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Riordain

My life of crime and infamy has been going on for about five minutes. An ordinary person would have been caught long ago. But not me. That's not how I roll. I plan on turning this into a life. So obviously, I need a base, or a place to stash my stuff. This train in the subway seems like the perfect place. The police will never find it, because the next day, it won't be here anymore. Your average law enforcement officer is not trained to deal with this kind of brilliant thinking.

I walked into a German glassworkers shop. I had the perfect plan to distract the cashier while I slip valuable objects into my jacket. It didn't have to be foolproof, because I'm not a fool.

"Hello." I said, walking in and flashing a brilliant smile. "I believe you sell I pods...may I see one?"

" I'm sorry sir, but you are mistaken we only sell glass objects and post cards here." said the cashier.

"This is a German glassworkers shop." I said. "Of course you sell I pods." I paused. "Do you need to show the secret handshake to see one now?"

" Sir, we do not sell I pods." said the lady. "Please leave or browse, but stop asking for I pods."

"Perhaps you should check your stock behind the counter." I said.

"There is no stock behind the counter." said the lady. "Now please leave or I'll call security?"

"Is that some kind of pick up attempt?" I asked. She blushed. Oh yeah. I was in. Then she pressed the panic button. Damn. Now I'm out. "Hmm. We may need to tweak our relationship a bit before it works." I said.

"Security!" she yelled. "Please throw this boy out of the premises."

My hands moved fast. "You sure you want to do this boys?" I asked, changing to fighting stance.

"Yeah." said one of them, and picked me up and threw me into the street. Ha. Victory belongs to me. When she wasn't looking, I stole the post cards. Now, to make my escape. An idiot would have an accomplice ready to drive him away. I preferred to hitch a ride in secret, and then make my own way home. I started looking around for a family that had a kid who looked about my size. I quickly saw one.

The guy had red hair but he would do. I was about to make my escape. "Move it kid!" I yelled and punched him.

I climbed in the car before the family realized what happened and drove for about 30 seconds until his dad said "Greg, did you manage to- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" yelled his dad.

"Just drive and no one gets hurt." I said softly. "I leaned over to him. I have your son. Comply to my every demand and he'll live to see..He'll live okay?"

"But he's lying on the curb right over there." said his dad. Damn. I had to pick an intellectual.

"I have my sniper rifle pointing at him right now." I said, my lips relishing the lie. "Now, get me to the subway right and I'll."

"Where?" asked the man.

"The one in east 12 street and then" you I tried to continue.

"No, where's your sniper rifle?" asked the man. Double damn! I picked a smart intellectual.

"Oi, move it!" yelled someone behind us.

"Our sudden stop appear to have upset some sort of traffic." I commented dryly. "Now go, or your son gets it. And it is not very nice."

"But you don't even have a sniper rifle." said the man, sounding exasperated.

"I left it in my other pants ok?" I said. "Now, if we go now, the heat shouldn't get too intense."

"GET OFF THE ROAD!" yelled someone else.

" Hey! I'm hijacking someone here! Be patient you illiterate bubble printer!" I yelled back.

"Go hijack him somewhere else!" yelled another voice in the sea of cars.

"We'll I'd like to but he doesn't want to drive and I afraid if I drive it'll seem suspicious!" I yelled. Honestly. Some people delude themselves so easily.

"Just get out of the way you moron!" yelled the first guy.

"Do you want me to come over there?" I yelled back.

"No offense, uh, whatever you name is but-

"It's Jack." I said. "Jack Percyson." Yeah, when on the run, most would just switch their surname's and names but I always go a bit further, and a lot further from actually being caught.

"Very well mister Percyson, but can I please go help my son?" asked the man. "He still hasn't gotten up."

"I ducked taped his legs to the ground." I said.

"JUST GET OFF THE ROAD!" yelled someone.

"That's it!" I yelled. "You're going down!" I yelled, running at him full pelt drawing and using Riptide to smash through his wind shield.

"It wasn't me!" yelled the woman in the car. "It was the guy behind me!"

"Oh sorry." I said. "Have a post card." I repeated the maneuver on the guy behind her. I was ready to deliver the blow which, him being mortal, would have gone right through him when someone yelled. Someone in a pizza delivery uniform.

"It is I, Rod, the framed by the large companies cop, who was fired and demoted to pizza delivery man, and now, Percy Jackson, I shall capture you, and regain my former position as Sergeant!" yelled the guy.

"So the pizza delivery men also work for them?" I said. "Interesting. But just one thing, mister Rod, you'll never take me. Oh yeah, to you have a Boston on you? I'm kinda hungry."

"Well yeah, but it's meant for this guy in the Bronx." said Rod, checking his list.

"Well, if you're going to be chasing me it'll be cold. You better call your pizza place and tell them to cover you deliveries, and then you can sell that one to me." I said. " Besides, you look like you hit rock bottom and it punched back."

" Your clever arguments won't take me." said Rod. "In fact, you're an idiot."

"Great." I said. "So what was life as a cop like?" I asked.

"Well, I wasn't really a cop, I just have emotional problems and I crave attention but-

I didn't hear the rest. Because I was running. I ran to the subway, not noticing the sides, and twice, jumping into newsstands to avoid cops. With a yell of triumph, I jumped onto the train, just as it started moving. Hah. Tomorrow, I'll implicate the second part of my plan, which is to steal a dangerous criminal's cell phone, so I have connections in the criminal underworld. I looked at the post cards in my hand. Perfect.

Thanks for all the rweivs, and Percy's the metal half god. He lost his n.