Disclaimer: Do I need to do this EVER chapter? Well, if so, then I don't own PJO
Chapter 2
~Percy's P.O.V~
The first thing that hit Percy was the music.
Loud and intense music flooded his ears. It pulsed and rumbled, practically being alive itself, and Percy had a hard time focusing on anything else. He was surprised that you couldn't hear the sound outside, and Percy wondered just how many security measures they put in this place.
The room was dimly lit; one or two lights from the ceiling shinning down, and the entire first floor looked more like a bar than an apartment building. Hand fulls of people sat at tables, occupying themselves with random things. One was flipping through a magazine while two others were arm wrestling at a nearby table. They all looked around his age, but dressed in rebel styled battle gear. Dark clothes that were roughed up, and face paint on some. A few had bandannas while others sported multiple tattoos. They were like movie rebels, but Percy felt intimidated none the less. A mixed smell of polish and smoke filled the air. A very of eyes went to the door, and Percy felt his heart commit suicide inside of his stomach acids. Was this how it ended?
Before Percy could pee his pants, a tall figure stood from one of the tables and walked his way, the few stranded gazes turning away as the guy approached. He wore a sleeveless hoodie, the dark hood pulled up, and dark grey jeans. His dark arms held one or two tattoos, including one of two sledge hammers over lapping each other, and he had a sword strapped to his waist. His military style boats clunked loudly, and Percy sucked in a deep breath as he watched the guy slide off his hood.
Relief flooded Percy almost to the point of making him fall over when he saw Beckendorf's smirking face. The giant looked down at him and Percy was never more excited to see him in his entire life.
"Well I'll be damned," Beckendorf greeted, putting a giant hand on Percy's shoulder, "I didn't think you'd make it. I'm impressed; I'll give you that Percy. You've got guts. This is a good thing you're doing." His 'gentle' hit on Percy's back caused the raven haired boy to jerk forward a bit, but a smile was evident on his face none the less.
Ok, things were beginning to look less scary.
A slim hand came over Beckendorf's shoulder, it perfectly manicured and polished, and the body soon followed.
She wore leather gloves that went half way up her forearm, the fingers exposed. She had this half corset, half leather jacket with only a sleeve halfway down her left arm. The sides and back of the jacket stretched down past her knees, and she had the hood half way on her head. She wore black leather boots that stretched half way up her thighs and tight shorts that were partially covered by the jacket/corset. Percy would be lying if he said she didn't look good, and he hadn't even looked at her face yet. (A/N: If you can't get a visual, Google Sweet Pea's outfit from Sucker Punch but picture it with shorts)
Her black hair was in slight curls and it fit her face nicely. Her skin was perfect and she had a small smile on her lips. Her eyes were a brilliant blue as they analyzed Percy and they glinted with a wicked curiosity. She looked dangerous, but charming at the same time.
"So this is the boy you were telling me about." She broke in, hand still on Beckendorf's shoulder. His arm slipped around her waist and he nodded, bowing his head slightly at Percy.
"Silena, I want you to meet Percy Jackson. Percy, this is my girl Silena." Charles introduced, Silena smiling at Percy as he nodded at her, hands in his pockets.
Percy smirked, exclaiming, "I learn something new about you every day Beck. First you have tattoos I've never seen then you have a girlfriend? Man what's next? You own a small country and they all hail you as king?"
They both chuckled at Percy's quirk, and Silena shook her head.
"Pretty Boy will made a good addition to the team," She looked him over quickly before nodding and continuing, "Better take him to the Captain ASAP. I'll go up and find when she's free to bring him up. I'll catch you later Charlie, I have some things to attend to. See ya 'round Pretty Boy." Silena mused, sauntering towards a door on the farthest wall, every essence of grace about her.
"Pretty Boy?" Percy repeated, looking down at his clothing.
Under the dark brown leather hoodie he had, Percy was sporting faded charcoal jeans that hugged his body nicely and a black polo with a thin white stripped diamond pattern. It was, sadly, one of his most casual looks, and Percy started rethinking his wardrobe as he glanced around the area at every other guy. Chains, tears, rips, and spikes did not go with anything Percy currently owned. He'd need to do some serious shopping.
Charles let out a low chuckle, putting his arm nicely around Percy's shoulder, and he offered kindly, "Come on Pretty Boy, there are some people I want you to meet.
After about an hour of meeting others and growing a bit more rugged, Percy found himself sitting at a circular table, the music vibrating his skull and senses, a smile on his face as Beckendorf got his butt kicked in poker. It was about twenty hands in, and Charlie was losing everything he had. Somehow Percy's shirt ended up in the betting pile, his white tank top under shirt the only thing under his jacket. Percy was skeptical at first, but after Beck's reassurance that it was good and he looked tougher without it, Percy let it go.
A slight buzz was swaying his brain as well, a few drinks being passed around, and Percy couldn't feel happier than he did in that moment. He probably wouldn't remember half of the people he met the next day, but that didn't really matter. He'd meet them again, he was sure of it.
Percy was enjoying the place after he got past the slightly scary exterior. People were nice and welcoming, even if they looked ready to skin you in a blink of an eye. They opened up to him and let him in, and Percy knew he'd be willing to do anything for this group. He couldn't wait until he heard about their plans to stop K. Ronos and his father's companies.
Suddenly, like lightning, Percy hit the floor and his head connected with the hard wood signaled by a sickening crack. His vision spun, and he sat up a bit to look at what the heck happened. One minute, he was sitting happily in his chair and the next, he was rubbing off a migraine and growing pissed off. What did he do wrong?
Standing in front of him was one of the biggest girls he's ever seen. She wasn't just tall, oh no, she was muscular as well, and she looked ready to eat Percy up for an appetizer. Her long and stringy dirty blonde hair was in a tight pony tail, and a few pieces fell down in front of her pig like eyes. Her sneer was deadly, and Percy swallowed quietly, knowing he was in trouble. She held what once was his chair in her hand, and Percy did the math to see she was the one who pulled it out from under him.
"You're sitting in my chair, runt." She growled, eyes burning with unhappiness. She just looked unhappy in general, and Percy couldn't help but speak the next thing that popped into his head.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't see 'Property of the Beastly Girl with the pig face' carved into the back. My mistake."
Her fist grabbed onto Percy's collar so quick, he swore he got whiplash from the movement. Smooth one Percy, he thought to himself.
His face was inches from hers and he could feel his feet were just barely touching the ground. Her knuckles were a bleached white and hatred spread from eye to eye. She held free hand up, ready to strike his face, and her sneer spread as she spoke.
"I'm gonna make you a stain on the wall new boy."
"Clarisse don't, you know it's a bad idea," Beckendorf intervened, slowly standing up from the table and holding out a cautious hand. He was around twice the size of Clarisse, but he still looked nervous to cross her. Wow, Percy was just great at pissing off the right people.
She rolled her eyes, fists still in place.
"Just a few bruises then I'll let the punk go. Better let him learn his place."
Percy watched as time slowed. Her meaty fist traveled at him and connected with his jaw, the hit rippling across his face. His head jerked to the side, and another punch layered on top of the first.
She let go of his collar, Percy shakily standing on his feet, and another hit collided with his gut, a gasp of air leaving his lungs. He raised his own fists, and the unthinkable happened. He swung back, and actually hit her face.
Clarisse staggered back a bit, the hit much more than she suspected, and she gritted her teeth. It was on.
Percy took another two to the face, his lip splitting and eye bruising, but he delivered back with giving Clarisse a bloody nose and bruised cheek. Percy moved around tables, trying to avoid her direct wrath, but she simply pushed them out of her way and steamed straight ahead towards Percy.
A sudden memory of Percy's old bully Nancy back from his first Private Elementary school. She was mean, rude, and downright nasty, even for a little girl. She'd pick on Percy and Grover ever chance that she got, and she showed them no mercy at all.
Poseidon always told Percy to man up and take it, but Sally, Percy's mom, always helped Percy afterwards. She'd hold him close, rubbing his hair lightly, and whisper that everything was going to be ok. She told him that Nancy was just a mean bully and she'd grow out of it someday. She encouraged Percy to keep being the bigger man and not retaliate, and someday it would go away.
After Percy's mom died, he had gotten suspended from school for pushing Nancy into the fountain in the front of the school and calling her ugly, but he told himself it was worth it. Granit, a small twinge of guilt lived in him, knowing his mother would've been upset with him for how he acted, but he was sick of taking Nancy's crap. And without his calming mother to help sooth his anger, he kind of just… snapped.
Clarisse was just like Nancy, and Percy wouldn't have any of it. He'd fight to his last breath, and he wouldn't stop until he won.
They would've gone all night, the entire attention of the room on their fight while the music encouraged them on, but something interrupted them.
A lone gunshot echoed in the room. The music came to a dead halt, and all eyes shifted to where the sound originated. Clarisse had Percy in a head lock and Percy was seconds from elbowing her in the gut, both frozen stiff.
All eyes went to Silena, a disapproving look on her face with one hand on her hip and a pistol in the other. She looked Clarisse dead in the eye, her attention on only her.
"Let him go Clarisse." Silena demanded softly, lowering the pistol and sliding it back into her hidden hip holster. Who knew the girl could just take charge like that?
Clarisse reluctantly released Percy, pushing him away from her with a grunt, and she let her gaze linger on Silena for a moment longer. Silena didn't break eye contact as she gave her next instructions, speaking to everyone in the room.
"Everyone else, return to what you were doing, show's over. Charles, bring Percy. Captain will talk to him now, and she'll deal with you later, Clarisse," her eyes were a little sad, but still reprimanding; "You know how she is about fighting inside the group."
The atmosphere returned to its normal buzz, the music starting up again, and Clarisse sulked off with grumbles and nothing more. A large hand grabbed Percy arm and jerked him towards the door, Percy letting out a small surprising yelp. Beckendorf clung to him, following off where Silena went, and shook his head.
He chastised Percy quietly, hints of pride leaking into the words, "Man dude I knew you had guts but for real? Clarisse? She's the one person you don't want to mess with here. She vicious and I thank the gods every freaking day she's with our cause, because otherwise, we'd be screwed. What were you thinking back there?"
They marched up sets of stairs, hitting the fourth floor, and Percy wiped the blood from his mouth as he limped a bit towards their destination.
Percy shrugged, remarking, "Not too sure, I just didn't want to be pushed around."
He looked at his hands, trying to wipe some of the blood off, and he glanced at himself in a passing mirror as he followed Silena and Beckendorf down the hall. His right eyes was bruised and a little swollen, but not too bad. His bottom lip was split and bleeding, the metallic taste lingering on his tongue. His gut and sides were sore, and his slight limp came from Clarisse smashing his foot with a chair. Overall, he wasn't too banged up, but he looked a lot worse than when he first walked in the place.
Percy would've kept walking forward it Beckendorf had stop, saying his name to get his attention. Silena and Charles stood in front of these two magnificent doors, looking like entrances to an amazing study. They had elaborate designs carved into them, the dark mahogany shiny with a glossy coat, and Percy stared at it for a moment.
A light slap to the face brought his attention back, and Silena giggled a bit at his facial expression while Charles shook his head. ADHD did have its setbacks.
"Pay attention Jackson," He insisted, hand going onto the sword on his hip, "You're going to meet the Captain of everything we're doing here. She'll see you, judge you, and decide how loyal you really are to us. Got it? Just keep your mouth shut, stand up straight, and answer respectfully when spoken too. Oh and also," he smirked a bit, hand on the study's door knob, "Don't bleed on her carpets."
Charlie swung the doors open, the three stepping in, and Percy felt his heart stop beating in his chest, and not because of Clarisse's hits.
She stood in front of the desk, a folder in her hands. She had shinning golden hair that was thrown up into a ponytail, a fallen strand or two on the sides of her face. Her skin was a warming tan, even all over and perfect for her completion. Her skin was absolutely flawless and her body was relaxed as she read. She wore the simple outfit of a white tank top, army cameo pants, and black combat boots, but Percy was mesmerized none the less. The white tank top was a little big, slightly baggy around the hips but fitting towards the top, and it made her look amazingly unreal. The pants we're usual army pants, but skinny jeans printed with the cameo design, and they fit her legs wonderfully. Her military style black boots were scuffed and used, but Percy liked them that way. It was better than polished and perfect; it showed that she actually worked and did her fair share. Percy continued to look at her, his body straight and shock at how beautiful she was, and his jaw almost dropped completely when she looked up at him.
Her eyes were a stormy grey, the most amazing color he had seen in his life. They had traces of silver in them, gleaming with curiosity and authority. They held a scary power to them, and Percy wanted to just submit and do everything she told him to. She was in charge, and her eyes challenged anyone to question her.
She shut the folder, sliding it onto the desk top, and she stood up straight. Her arms crossed and she looked over Percy, her words slipping from her mouth and into Percy's ears.
"Percy Jackson, I never thought I'd live to see the day."
Beckendorf stepped forward, coming into Percy's side view while Percy's sea-green eyes collided with her grey ones.
"Percy, I want you to meet our head and leader that's made all of this possible and will take us to victory. Miss Annabeth Chase." Beckendorf introduce, showing her with a wave of the hand.
A barely visible smirk appeared on her lips as she continued to stare at Percy.
"Call me Captain Chase."
A/N: And that concludes chapter two! Hope you all enjoyed it J I worked my butt off to get both of these done today, and I'm super tired! So please review and tell me what y'all lovely people think! I made Silena how I did because I'm like, she's a badass but can look good while doing it, so why not give her an outfit that goes with that? I apologize for any OOC, I did say the characters would be a bit different than usual. Please review! I love you all loads :3 FYI: when I do the point of view of a guy, I make the description of the opposite gender better and vice versa with a girl's point of view. Just fyi J