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The sleek, white Bugatti sped down the lane, swerving left and drifting through the bend. A darker, blunt Lamborghini followed in quick pursuit, matching the drift exactly.
The two raced through the street, neither gaining, neither losing.
A glass-like cube suddenly obscured the rest of the path; the Bugatti rammed through the barrier with the barest of troubles. Swerving to avoid a large tree, it raced farther and farther down the aisle- a nitro boost of massive proportions.
The Lamborghini, as if losing hope in the chase, raced back up the hill…
The driver of the Bugatti, belied with false security, slowed the nitro and continued at a leisurely pace.
A sound of tire on grass filled the air; the Lamborghini raced from the bushes and rammed the Bugatti with fantastic speed. The sleek car was sent, spiraling and flipping, over the edge…
Percy struggled to pull the Bugatti back; the wheels, sliding and turning, flipped out of his control. The steering wheel snapped off with a loud crack! and the car plummeted…
His eyes widened as he saw the earth rush up to meet him; closing his eyes, he braced himself for impact…
The car raced through the floor and hit the ground with a mundane finality; the engine burst aflame, the rest of the car quickly following suit.
The fire reached the gasoline tank; with a massive explosion, it ripped the car- and its occupant- apart.
Cursing, Percy threw down his controller. Two, bolded words flashed up on the screen: GAME OVER.
"I shall never play GTA ever again!"
It was around midday, almost a week after his mother's last- and disastrous- errand for him. There wasn't much to do, really, other than play video games and swordfight with the resident nymphs.
After throwing the Zelda Ocarina of Time, CS:GO, GTA V, and even Pokemon ORAS game cartridges upon the floor and vowing sweet vengeance upon their creators, Percy found himself once again very, very bored.
Mother had yet to come back from her conference, leaving the 11-year-old boy with absolutely nothing to do.
Blearily, he looked about him.
The room he lay in was certainly large, with thirty different bunks cornered with large, wooden posts.
One of Hecate's childrens' bunkers in WWII, this old relic had never been torn down- and it was just as well. His mother had instructed him to stay here for the duration of her seemingly never-ending meeting.
Percy, for the umpteenth time that day, gnashed his teeth in boredom.
A large set of cards lay covered in his left pocket; he pulled them out now, examining them all carefully. They were Hecate's ultimate gift- an embodiment of her power, the indestructible representation of the power of magic.
Fingering the deck carefully, he replaced it in his pocket. Oh, how he longed to use them on some deserving mortal!
Hm… Perhaps the next best thing would do…
Several minutes later...
A dark-red blur raced across the sky, in hot pursuit of a massive, dark-brown hellhound. The creature yelped and picked up his pace as the two bounded across the empty expanse, racing, full-speed, across New York.
The comet suddenly raced ahead; diving, it rammed the hellhound on the forehead.
The mutt fell, cawing and clawing at the earth.
Percy landed lightly upon the floor, watching the hellhound in amusement.
It was a policy of his never to attack a sentient creature unless it deserved it- and attacking him mid-flight certainly was cause for swift retribution.
Roaring in fright, the large dog backed toward the treeline, its massive eyes trained on the small boy.
Smiling, Percy snapped his fingers; the cards fanned out before him in a wide arc.
"Pick a card… any card!"
Panting, the dog roared and leapt at the boy, swinging its paws in massive arcs. Percy
sidestepped the attack with inhuman speed, eyes still locked with the hound.
"You didn't choose!" Percy said, his eyes bright. "I shall have to choose for you."
The card in the middle, a skull emblazoned with crossbones, enlarged and glowed a dark black.
Fear descended upon the clearing in an instant; squealing, the dog backed away.
THUMP.
Percy cocked his head to the floor, listening intently with a bemused expression. "Don't leave! The party has not even started…"
A mass of hands and arms erupted suddenly from the floor; bones of the dead animated and raised through the ground.
Bone ribcages, skulls, legs rose through the floor, clutching an assortment of weapons.
A mass of skeletons leapt to the hellhound; the beast yelped and turned to run.
He didn't make it a single foot before being struck down by hundreds of celestial bronze arrows.
The skeletons, their duty done, disintegrated back through the Earth; Percy, slightly tired now, grinned. The cards, however powerful they appeared to be, acted on his energies; they were bound to his life force.
The trick with the hundred skeletons was, by far, the most costly. Despite his mother being the goddess of necromancy, summoning a legion of the undead would still drain him- barely.
Standing, he brushed off the monster blood from his clothes and stood… and found a group of demigods staring at him with a mixture of awe and amazement.
Percy noted, with some annoyance, that they were the same demigods who'd captured him on the errand not a week before.
"Hello there…" he muttered. "Is there something you need?"
The gray-eyed girl was the first to snap from her trance. "No- er… wha-" she spluttered, her eyes still wide. "How- how did you do that?"
Percy sighed. "What do you mean? Summoning my friends? My mother is Hecate, the goddess of-"
He held out his fingers. "the Mist, crossroads, entrance-ways, dogs, light, the moon, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, necromancy, and sorcery. I have near-complete control over all of those domains."
Seeing the girl's incredulous look, he raised an eyebrow. "You can stop staring now…"
Blushing, she turned away.
A taller, sandy-haired boy stepped up, his brow furrowed. "I'm sorry about this, whoever you are…"
He waved his hands; metal formed and writhed across his wrists, creating a lock. Percy stared at his now bound hands.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"We need to bring you in for questioning. You could be a child of the Hades or a rogue god-"
Upon seeing the incredulous look upon Percy's face, he stopped.
Percy concentrated; reaching out through the mist, he willed himself to disintegrate.
Nothing happened.
The sandy-haired boy glanced back at him apologetically. "These are the only gift I've ever gotten from dad. Being the god of thieves, he knows how to catch one- and how to bound one. These Celestial Bronze cuffs can hold a god; you can't escape, even if you try."
The troupe of demigods advanced upon the bound boy carefully, their weapons drawn. Percy rolled his eyes.
"What the h*ll is this? Do you bring in every single person straggling your border for questioning?"
At the girl's confused look, he added- "Remember me? Last week?"
Understanding suddenly dawned in her eyes. She gave a little gasp.
The sandy-haired boy roughly grabbed the cuff and dragged them along; Percy refused to budge.
The boy, exasperated, wrung his hands. "Look. If you're truly innocent, we're only detaining you for about thirty minutes or so. It's like a customs check. If you're on our land, we need to make sure you're not somebody harmful, or…"
At this, he looked about him to make sure they weren't being overheard. "The lightning thief."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Ah. So that's what's been holding up mother's requests- Zeus's tantrums at his toy being stolen. Alright, I shall come with you- thirty minutes of my time for questioning, no more."
A/N I feel so bad about this short chapter... 2,000 words at least for the next chapter, definitely! I have a test, haven't had time to write :(
