First of all I just want to thank everyone who read the first chapter and came back for the second. LET'S HEAR SOME APPLAUSE! YOU GUYS ARE THE REAL HEROES!

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus Characters mentioned. The only character that belongs to me is Perry. All other characters belong to Rick Riordan.

Well, no sense in keeping you waiting.

WE VENTURE ON-FORTH!


Perry's POV

I slowly open my eyes to see that I am in a room I've never been in before and sit up. I almost gasp in surprise. I'm in a bed. Not my old, ratty hammock, but a real bed. It's been almost six years since the last time I've slept in a bed. I can feel the sheets hugging my body and keeping me warm, so I know I'm not dreaming.

When my eyes start to focus a little more, I take a good look at the room I'm in. There is a light hanging from the ceiling but it's not on. I see close to my bed that there is a window bringing in sunlight. Two doors stand on opposite walls from each other. There was a desk piled high with books and notebook paper. Pencils and sketches of buildings are scattered all over the room. There is a huge bookshelf that has been filled so that it looks like it's about to burst. Across from the bed there is a dresser. Unlike the rest of the room, there are no books, pencils, or sketches. Instead sits a small blue cap with a weird symbol I've never seen before.

I gently move my legs over the side of the bed and try to recall the events of last night. It all seems so hazy. "Okay, focus, Perry," I think to myself. "What is the one thing that you remember most? You can build off of that."

The one thing I remember most? Pain. Lots of pain. Most of it coming from my left arm. I look down at it to see it covered in a white, make-shift cast sealed with a safety-pin. I gingerly bring my hand and touch it. My arm suddenly feels like it's on fire. I whimper a little and quickly move my hand away.

Alright, first clue to my mysterious night: something happened to my arm. Not much to work off of but it's all I got. It's not like there's a letter that explains everything.

Scratch that. There's one taped to the door.

"Idiot," I scold myself. I cautiously get out of the cloud that is my bed and walk to the door. I take the note off and try to open it with one hand.

It reads;

Hello! I hope you slept well. You should probably take a shower and calm down a little. You scared us pretty bad last night. There are some cleans clothes we left in the bathroom and a bag to put over your arm so that the cast doesn't get wet. When you're done, come outside the bedroom. We all can't wait to meet you!

Hazel

Well, at least I know who's keeping me captive. My first instinct; Run. But I don't know if my arm is okay or not. It still hurts like hell so that can't be a good sign. Then again when will be the next time I get the opportunity to actually bathe again. Gross, I know. There also might be a free meal out of this...

"No!" I think. "It's too risky. What if they find out your secret?"

Damn you voice in my head. But it's right. Way too risky to stay.

I carefully open my door and peak out. A room full of people are waiting for me. Great. I silently close it and look for other options of escape. A second door, duh. I open in and... it's a bathroom. Duh. Okay, last resort, the window. I try to open it, to no avail. I definitely need two hands to do this. An luxury I don't have at the given moment. I sigh in defeat. Maybe I can sneak out without anyone noticing me.

It's the only choice. If I stay too long, someone will probably come into my room.

I muster up every ninja silence skill I have, which is almost none, and pretend I'm sneaking up on a monster. I open the door, praying that it doesn't creak, and make my way out of the bedroom. I glance over at the table of people. There are five teenagers and what looks like a fifty-year-old man sitting there. They all are involved in the same conversation, so they probably won't notice me.

I look around and try to find an exit but there are seven more doors that look just like the one I used. No way they won't notice me if I check all of them.

"Come on, there has to be a window or something," my mind pleads. I give the room one last glance and see plenty of windows at a far off wall. Relief fills me and I sneak toward them. I take a quick look outside of one. There are several cabins that make an Ω shape, and none of the cabins looked the same. Are we parked outside of a camp?

No time to think. Just act.

I tried with all of my might but the window wouldn't budge. Maybe I should try another one...

"Hey, guys? She's awake," I hear a boy say from the table behind me. I curse under my breath and turn around. Everyone at the table is staring at me and a boy in all black is pointing a finger at me. I suddenly feel like a deer in headlights. I gulp and try to think of a new escape. I don't have time to check the rest of the windows. Please, let there be another way out of here. And then I see a flight of stairs and a huge grin forms on my face.

"Do I get to hit her with my bat?" I hear the older man say. I bolt up the stairs and hear all the teenagers behind me yell "Coach!"

With each step I leap over I get more and more excited. When I finally reach the top, I'm shocked. There is no camp. I'm on a boat. Which means the only way to escape is the water.

Before I can think of the pros and cons of letting my secret out, I hear people shouting behind me. I turn around and see all the teenagers are chasing me up the stairs and calling me back. There is one girl with a feather in her hair that almost makes me want to come to her and her friends but I tear myself away from the sight before she can.

"Well," I think to myself, "Only one thing to do."

I get a running start and jump off the side of the boat. Too late I realize that this isn't a normal boat, this is a flying boat. Which means I just jumped off to fall to my death.

I start screaming when I figure that this is the end for me. I close my eyes and wait for the worst. Just when I'm a few hundred feet away from becoming side walk goo, I feel an arm wrap around my stomach and I stop falling. My breathe catches in my throat and I have to cough a little before I can breathe again. I slowly start moving upwards toward the boat. Too nervous to do much else, I start hyperventilating. I cautiously turn my head around and see a boy with blond hair and a small scar over his lip pulling me up. I start screaming again.

Now, just for a moment put yourself in my shoes. You wake up in a strange place. You are surrounded by complete strangers. And finally, you almost plummet to your death. I think I have the right to freak out. Unfortunately, the boy didn't agree with me.

"Hey, it's okay. You can stop screaming," he says in a calm voice. How can I calm down when he's flying? "Try not to squirm, I might lose my grip," he warns me.

We finally get back to the boat/flying machine thingy and he delicately puts me down and steps away. I crawl toward the edge of the boat to get as far away as possible but when my back hits the railing, I know I'm doomed.

There is a long hesitation between all of us before a younger, dark-skinned girl with curly brown hair says "Hi."

"Hi," I guardedly reply. "Who are you?"

The girl looks surprised and a little pleased. "You speak English?" she asks me.

I stare at her in disbelief. "Of course I speak English. Why wouldn't I?" I ask.

"Well, it's just, we found you in Italy. We all assumed you spoke Italian..." she explains.

I dismiss her idea. "Whatever. Will you let me go?" I plead.

A frown sketches itself on her face. "But your arm isn't healed yet. You need to rest a few more days before you can leave."

I"m really confused. "You don't want to hurt me?"

A tall, larger, Asian boy looks as confused as I am. "Why would we hurt you?"

The girl with the curly hair must see the conflicted expression on my face because she came forward and said, "Come with us below deck. We clearly have a lot of explaining to do."


A/N: Ta-da! Another chapter down. Sorry there was no Leo's POV. I thought that would make it too long if I added in what I wanted. But there will be one in the next chapter!

Please review so I can make the story better. I really would love some help.

Anyway, Thanks for reading! See ya soon!

...or will I? (BWA HA HA!)