III - Leo

We helped Percy up and I couldn't help but try and not focus on that dude's voice. I know I've mentioned that a lot, but it's true. He seemed so hurt. I couldn't not feel sorry for him. He seemed rather skinny as if he hadn't had a meal in weeks.

Percy stumbled outside and I scanned the crowd of campers for anyone who might look like him. This time he wasn't getting away if we found him. I was going to make him stay and we were going to talk it out. But unlike last time, we didn't find him. In fact, no one in the crowd looked like him, not even remotely.

"I think it's best if we put it past us, we can help him the next time we find him," Annabeth suggested, "But we can't drop everything to find him. He might just not want to be found right now."

"But Annabeth, he could hurt himself or others," Percy said quickly, "We can't let him do that. He looked that hurt." A shudder ran up Percy's spine. "His eyes looked as if he had nothing to live for. He had no goals," Percy stumbled again.

"Percy," Annabeth said worriedly, "I think focusing on his eyes is causing this, just stop trying to think about him? Try his hair. What color was his hair?"

"I-I don't know. I can't remember. It's just his eyes. Gods! I can't get the image out of my mind!" Percy grabbed his head and tried to tear himself apart. Now that was really scary. Percy shook and trembled as his spine arched as if something was forcing him down.

"Percy!" It took the four of us to keep his hands from his head. Annabeth looked at him worriedly. "Go get Mr. D," she told me. Percy's eyes were darting all over the place as if he tried to look at something all at once or he was frantically trying to look for something that wasn't there. His pupils were contracted as if there was too much light everywhere. He was breathing fast and his mouth twitched. He wanted to speak, but couldn't. It wasn't as I was leaving that I heard a blood curdling scream. That scream came from Percy.

I ran to find the Greek God of Wine. Campers began to look at Percy who howled and screamed at nothing. I turned to run towards the Big House. "Mr. D!"

"What is it Leon?" he growled drinking from a cola. "Dear dad says if I don't hurt you demi-gods for another week, I'll be able to drink my wine again and I'm not in a good mood."

"It's Percy! He's going nuts!" I shouted frantically.

"That's unusual how?" then we heard Annabeth scream. Mr. D was now getting up and running over to the source. Whether he was motivated by the fact that he might not drink wine within a week or the fact that Annabeth was actually hurt, I don't know. Annabeth was bleeding on the floor. Percy had Riptide out, waving it everywhere he swung his head around.

"Back up!" Percy yelled. "They're everywhere! How is it possible? The giants, how are they here?"

"Perce, it's Camp Half-Blood, we're all demi-gods!" Piper yelled at him, backing up.

"Percy, you're worrying us!" Calypso said in genuine worry.

"Percy!" Mr. D yelled, now genuinely worried. Percy's eyes looked at them in pure fear as he waved Riptide at anyone who tried to get close.

"Back up! GET AWAY!" He jumped and tried to swing at Mr. D, but the god waved his hand and knocked out the Son of Poseidon, Riptide clattering uselessly to the side. An Apollo camper helped Annabeth up.

"What happened here?" Mr. D asked everybody.

Calypso answered for them, "Percy was trying to tear himself apart so we held him until he threw us all off and thought the giants were back."

"What?" Mr. D looked genuinely worried.

"I-It is my fault… I never should have looked at him…" I turned around to see that dude again.

"Yeah," I said in realization, which quickly turned to anger, "Percy said he couldn't get the look of your eyes out of his head. Then it took over his thoughts!" I yelled at him. "Is this what you do him? Are you jealous of his attention?"

"N-NO! I didn't mean to, I should not have… I should not… I thought I was not… I cannot be strong enough… I should have stayed at Mount Othrys!" That shocked me, Mount Othrys, that was where the Titans were based a long time ago. The other campers were shocked too, even Calypso. She tried to step forth and talk to him, but he began to run. The campers surged after him, but every time we got close, he just moved ahead so suddenly. I launched a ball of fire at him, but he again dodged. "Go away! I will only worsen the situation!" his voice wasn't hollow, but full of worry and fear. I don't know why, but I wanted it to be full of fear. I wanted him to suffer for doing that to Percy.

"Do not look at me! Why did I leave Greece? Why? I should have stayed near Mount Othrys!" he screamed in pure anguish that seemed to leave a horrible chill in our spines. Holding his head as he began to weave in between the trees. We soon lost sight of him. We spread out, but he just seemed to dissappeared as if all trace of him just vanished.


Whoa, sorry about the late post. But better late than never. Now things are real. The manhunt for person whose name I have not revealed yet is on. Once again, sorry for the late post, but I must say, I'm cutting it close. Now, as it is Thanksgiving Break, I plan on updating this story everyday, as it is a break and a special week. It's Turkey Week! Hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Next Update is on November 24