Chapter 2:
Percy spoke quickly to the still sopping wet DiZ, "How in the world did you get Ceberus to listen to you like that... and calling him Ceb..." DiZ could tell Percy was trying to piece it together as they spoke. DiZ couldn't allow him to know what he was so he did the first thing that would be sensible for him to do. He ran for it.
There were many problems that came with him doing this. For one, he was on an island that was surrounded by almost an endless supply of water and he couldn't swim. Two, Percy controled water. Three, the only direction that he could go was toward the wreched Camp Half-Blood which would bring him all the closer to his dad, something he did not want to do. And four, he was still soaking wet and it was starting to feel very sticky. Besides, he'd left his cloak on the ground by Percy.
Percy caught him almost instantly and DiZ shook him off quickly. But DiZ had never left his confinement in a long time and now it was getting even worse. He was gasping for air after having run only about four yards. It was obviously easy for Percy to catch him. "Who are you?" Percy asked, his voice slightly annoyed. DiZ was still gasping for breath and he held his hand up, gesturing for Percy to wait a moment.
"My name... is Derek." DiZ managed to get out, "Derek Issac Zepplin." He straghtened. Then he glanced behind him at the tall pine that marked the border to Camp Halfblood. There was only one way that Percy wasn't blocking and that was over the border to the camp. Once he went in, he would never get out. And he would be influencable by his father. That wasn't good at all. "Now can I leave?" he asked anxiously.
"Why did you call Ceberus Ceb?" Percy asked.
DiZ glared, If one more word comes out of his mouth I am going to kill him, and he decided that the truth was more confusing then any lie. Besides, it miht make Percy think his dad was some other god, "It's the name I've been calling him since I was little." And that had been a very long time ago.
Percy stared, "You knew Ceberus when you were little?"
DiZ was starting to wonder if Percy was planning on trying to destroy Camp Half-Blood. That was the only thing that he could think would cause him to want to have such a drawn out conversation with DiZ. The longer DiZstayed, the harder it was for him to keep control over himself.This wasn't goin to end well, "Listen Jackson! I don't have time for a Q&A. There isn't any time! Perhaps we can cha somewhereelse later. How about three thirty inAlbany, New York! Bring Chironand Diyonisis if you must, even hire a guard to make sure I'm there! I just don't have time tochat here. It's dangerous!"
Percy took a step back, startled. This was exactly what DiZ needed. DiZ took a flying leapthat took him over Percy's head and back to his cloak. He grabbed it and whistled.The world went entirely dark at his will.He heard Percy stumble behind him and DiZ was already off. Not running, that wouldn't get him anywhere. He just waited until Ceb came back at his whistle and he climbed on, letting Ceb carry him off. Behind him he called, "TheMost Ultamatly Superflusiousand Exiting Sauna if you'd like to talk."