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What could Percy say?
He'd had one messed up week.
First he'd killed his teacher. Grover had acted weird. Then they'd been that fun experience with the crazy old ladies with knitting stuff and that guy who'd hit on him at the bus station. Throw in Gabe, the cabin and not to mention the mad dash they'd made across America to a strawberry farm, a minotaur, his mother… dead, or gone or whatever and Grover passed out.
But hey, normal stuff.
Annabeth ran up the hill.
It was pouring down and she ran up next to a load of campers who were watching a figure fight… wait, was that the Minotaur? It had to be a half-blood, and judging from how it was going, he wasn't doing too badly.
"I give him five more minutes," one of the campers muttered.
Annabeth looked over at them. "Are you betting on him?"
He looked at her in confusion. "What? You're not?"
Annabeth made to reply before Chiron trotted up.
"Chillax Annabeth. He'll be fine. Or he won't but then we haven't really lost anything."
Annabeth made to respond to him too, but then she heard a roar. She looked over at the Minotaur, disintegrating, and the figure standing on the hill, before lifting another figure up and started walking down to the Big House.
The campers started muttering. "Shit, man, we bet against that monster! If he finds out…"
They started running in fear of what this demigod would do to them. I mean, he'd killed the Minotaur; what else could he do with his bare hands?
That thought turned dirty as the demigod reached them, light starting to reflect across his features.
His face was almost timeless. But also very aged. He was beyond the word 'handsome', perfection being a better word to describe his cheekbones and strong chin. His hair was pure black and Annabeth could tell it would be perfectly glossy and smooth if it was dry.
She wanted to reach out and feel him, but she couldn't bring herself to do that.
"Hey! It's Percy," Chiron cried out.
Annabeth looked at him. "You know this…" this what? This man… this sculpture of perfection… this God.
Chiron nodded. "Yeah, he defeated a fury".
Annabeth nearly threw up. So not only was he gorgeous but he was also skilled in defeating monsters.
He collapsed in front of her, falling on her legs, which honestly, she didn't really mind. Grover rolled down the hill, but no-one cared about that loser.
She knelt next to him and she could almost 'smell' his power. He was radiating it.
Chiron asked for Argus to take him to a bed (which Argus looked too happy about), which sparked unsuspected jealousy in Annabeth. He was hers, or he would be soon.
Chiron clapped his hands. "Well, fun stuff. Let's go to bed and hope Percy survives." With that he trotted off.
Annabeth made her way into the sick room, and looked at Percy on the bed. He was slightly tubby, but that was nice, like a cuddly bear. Argus watched her suspiciously.
Annabeth cleared her throat. "You can go Argus, I'll take it from here."
Argus made a hand sign which meant: "Move off sister. He's mine."
Annabeth drew her dagger without thinking and shoved it under Argus throat, right next to one of his many eyes.
"Move Argus or your total eye count gets closer to an average one."
He gulped before moving out. Annabeth watched him go before she realised what she'd done.
"Oh man, Percy what have you done to me?" She looked over at his body. She was…
No, she had to accept it. She was becoming obsessed with Percy Jackson.
Percy had a weird dream.
But hey, he has those every day, so nothing new, right?
What was new though were his surroundings. Much nicer than he was usually looking at. Clean fields, canoe lake, some cabins, Greek styled buildings.
He tried to move, but he felt stiff. Not painful exactly.
"Whoa there, Perce, stay down."
He looked around to see Grover leaning against the rail. Oh, yeah, he remembered Grover was a satyr. A gay one. Just great…
Percy looked over at the drink. It was empty.
"Err, Grover? Was there supposed to be anything in this?"
Grover nodded. "Yeah."
Percy shrugged. "So where is it?"
Grover frowned. "I… I wouldn't know."
"You drunk it, didn't you?"
"Yeah…," Grover agreed.
"Thanks. Good to see you care about me."
Grover nodded. "Your Moms dead too. That must blow."
Percy couldn't believe Grover was so… tactless.
"Yeah, thanks Grover."
Grover nodded. "Right, get up. We're going to meet the gang."
"What?-" But Grover pulled Percy up before he could protest and walked him around the wrap-around porch, until they came upon a table and three people.
One was the girl he'd seen last night. Percy caught his breath. She was beautiful with her blonde hair, those grey eyes, which Percy was still deciding if liked or not. She looked up at him, and she looked so calm, assured, he was having trouble controlling himself.
He looked over at the table where Mr Brunner was sitting with some pudgy guy.
Brunner saw him. "Percy! Sit down."
Percy was shoved into a seat by Grover.
Brunner leaned forward. "So, how are we?"
Percy tried to catch his breath. "You had a shotgun."
Brunner nodded. "Yeah, I rock. But we're not talking about me."
Percy swallowed. "My mother's dead."
The pudgy guy looked up. He locked his eyes on Percy. "Well, hello."
Percy nodded. "Hey."
Brunner looked at the girl. "Annabeth, go force some kids out of Hermes cabin to make room for Percy."
She nodded, before running off a little too quickly. Percy sniffed himself. Nope, he smelt fine.
Brunner clapped his hands. "Right, I should tell you the Gods exist, the Greek one's mind, and all that."
Percy nodded. "Right."
Brunner nodded. "Also, my real names Chiron."
Percy nodded. "Right."
Pudgy spoke up. "I'm Dionysus."
Percy nodded. "Oh yeah, the crap God."
Dionysus scowled.
Chiron laughed. "Yeah, we call him Mr D because Rick can't be bothered to spell his name each time."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Rick?"
Chiron nodded. "Our scribe. Just forget it."
Mr D leaned in. "So, Percy, I hear you killed a Minotaur."
Percy nodded. "Yep, I was there."
Mr D laughed really weirdly. "So funny. But to business. Do you have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?"
"None of the above," Percy replied.
"Would you like one?"
Percy was thrown off. "What, like, what?"
"Do you like older men Percy?"
"What!"
Mr D sighed. "I only drink Coke because I must. I'm really very sophisticated. I drink wine."
"Great for you."
"Do you like sophisticated men?"
Percy shook his head. "No, go away."
Mr D's eyes burned. Chiron threw a card at him.
"Cool off. You've got a wife. Percy's not gay." He seemed to spot Grover. "What are you doing here? Fuck off. Go eat trash like you things like you to do." He looked back at Percy as Grover ran off. "Seriously, we should have done a Roman Camp and made them beggars."
Percy had no idea what he was talking about but he was scared, as everyone seemed to still be hitting on him, his mother was dead and he fallen ass backwards into the weirdest setting he could possibly think up.
Chiron was talking about some plan to exterminate all satyrs but Percy cut across him.
"Why does everyone hit on me sir? First here, then with the Fury… What's going on?"
Chiron looked at him longingly. "You're beautiful Percy. I don't know who your parent is, but we'll find out soon. Now, let's go camping. I'll explain it all as we go down."
He rose up from his wheelchair, which was about to confirm Percy's theory he was not disabled, but then he turned into a horse, which pretty much ruined Percy's theories. Again.
Percy got told all about Gods, demigods, furies, the Minotaur, the whole works. The only thing Chiron couldn't tell him was why he was so… desirable and who his parent was.
"It's probably Aphrodite."
Percy nodded. Not great, but it made sense.
"Or Zeus," Chiron mused.
"Why?" Percy asked.
Chiron shrugged. "You're awesome, he's awesome. Makes sense."
Percy just nodded. "If you're the Chiron how are you still alive?"
"Because I keep escaping the Underworld. Screw that. They can take my heroes but they won't get me."
Percy grinned to show he wasn't dangerous. Great! A camp full of bastard demigod children, with swords and monsters led by a crazy homicidal centaur; just perfect.
They made their way up to a crappy brown cabin.
Percy grimaced. "Someone should put a torch to this place."
Chiron nodded. "I've tried, trust me." Chiron coughed. "You know Harry Potter?"
Percy nodded. "Yeah."
"This is Hufflepuff."
Percy started to sweat; the worst house. He couldn't be put here. He'd escape or something.
Percy tried to laugh. "I'd hate to stay in this dump."
Chiron laughed. "That's a good attitude, considering you're sleeping here."
Chiron saw Percy's face. "Don't worry lad, you're parent might take pity on you and move you out. Well, unless you're Hermes son. He'll probably leave you unclaimed. Better to think you might be Zeus son, than be doomed to the Hermes cabin."
Percy looked up. Hermes hadn't claimed him yet. He was still good.
Annabeth ran up to them.
Percy raised a hand and she blushed, before putting on her stony face. Percy was wondering what was wrong with him.
Chiron leaned in. "She fancies the toga off you!" Then he galloped away before Percy could question him.
Percy looked back and cleared his throat. "So… Annabeth. You going to guide me."
His voice sounded like a breeze flowing through a creek. It was cheerful, distant, but very real.
She looked at him standing there. He was ever so slightly shorter than her, but broader, and his hair was just as good as she'd thought it'd be. Glossy, reflecting the sun, falling in his eye, just waiting to be pushed aside…
Percy watched Annabeth's hand go through a slight spasm, before gesturing for him to go in.
Percy walked through the door to see a load of kids.
Some looked happy (the unclaimed ones) and some looked like they were seriously contemplating suicide (the Hermes kids).
One tall guy made his way through the crowd. He saw Percy and smiled.
"Hey, I'm Luke."
Percy took his hand, and Luke kept it there. Two minutes… Five minutes. Percy's smile started to become forced.
"Right," Percy muttered, trying to pull away, but Luke kept his hand on his.
"What's the matter Percy? Feeling hot?" Luke asked.
Percy yanked his hand away. "More awkward."
All the kids were staring at him and a load ran off, to probably spread the news about him, Percy figured.
He wondered how many more people would hit on him before the end of today.
Looks like he was stuck in here.
This one probably isn't as good as the last one, but it will improve. I definitely have a plan.
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