A/N: I am the worst Fanfiction author ever. I've got a myriad of excuses as to why I haven't updated, but you probably just want to read. Special thanks goes to Linku1260, for making me aware at just how long it has been and how much I need to update. And, so, Linku1260, this chapter is for you. And I really hope you are not a stalker! I'm off my butt! XD Ok, first fight scene, tell me how I did. In other words, REVIEW!
Song of the Update: Warzone by The Wanted. Best. Song. EVER. (To a teenager addicted to techno crap. Like me :D)
This is the unbeta-ed version of chapter 3. Stay tuned for the beta-ed version! Beta-ed is not a word! Neither is unbeta-ed! Yay! Coining words is fun! Reading this probably isn't!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO. Because I'm sure Riordan makes Fanfics on his own story. Pfffttttt.
Chapter 3
Recap:
"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, show me…the day Hades was defeated." Immediately a voice chimed from the water wall five feet in the air.
"Of course, Percy." Everyone looked surprised when my name was said. Oh, well, I'll explain it later.
Immediately fancy writing appeared, replacing the rainbow made by the water wall with the words 'The Day Hades Was Defeated'. Suddenly the ground shook and a bright flash of light appeared.
The gods were here.
They calmly sat down on the front row of benches that had magically appeared there a second before. I smiled; of course the gods would want to see this. Some of the campers looked like they had craped themselves, and some were about ready to keel over. I sighed and brought my legs up into a crisscross, and waited for the movie to begin. I heard some muttering, and listened in. It was Hades.
"I still don't know why we have to watch this one. It's so humiliating." I grinned.
Let the show go on.
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I watched as the screen wavered. Nico and I both came into sight, me brandishing my sword like an extra-large monster toothpick. The spirits of the underworld leapt out of our way away, cowering from the sight of the celestial bronze sword like it was their doom. Which I kind of guess it was.
Nico looked really tired, and I smiled, thinking how much his powers used to drain him. Setting his dad's minions to sleep used to knock him out, but now it's no sweat. At least, I think. That was a year ago. Gods, I am so out of it. Another thing on my mental checklist: find out everything .Wow, talk about vague.
Anyway, the entire camp watched as I took that little dip in the Styx, Nico just blushing as he watched himself get all worried over me as I flew, literally flew out of the Styx. I have to admit, the whole thing was pretty fun to watch. The campers all gasped in the right places, groaned in others, and cheered after I slashed Hades' army to pieces. I think Hades got a few dirty looks when he transported from my death grasp on the screen, but we all took it in stride, even Death Dude (my new SECRET name for Hades). The message disappeared as I ran away to go find Kronos.
The camp was silent for a few seconds, and I began to wonder if they liked it. Was the story boring? Did I do something wrong? Apparently not, because an instant later I was mobbed by cheering, and a whole lot of questions. Gods, the 'movie' wasn't that good! It's not like every day someone defeats Hades, but I really didn't think it called for a fifteen-foot bonfire. In fact, there was so much noise that we didn't hear the screaming until Zeus yelled for quiet, because of course the God's hearing is better than ours. But there it was, a high-pitched shrill that almost shattered my eardrums. Okay, maybe that's a little exaggerated, but man could that girl scream.
We all turned as a little camper ran to the arena, probably only eleven or so. She stopped screaming and stared at me for a second. She had a head full of dirty blonde hair and dark blue, scheming eyes. I guessed a child of Hermes. Gods, what was it with all the Hermes campers? It seemed like half the camp was made of them! I focused, realizing that something very important must be happening for a child of Hermes to be caught dead screaming. They hate it, you know. Prefer the stealth route of things.
"It's the border! The monsters! They attacked!" The girl collapsed, panting like crazy.
And with that the entire amphitheater fell in chaos. (A/N: Haha, get it? Chaos? No? Ok, then…)
Every single camper jumped to their feet, trying to run to their weapons in the cabins. As you can imagine, it was a total mess. Even I, being the royal seaweed brain that I am, knew it would be pointless to try and get out of there the regular way. I jumped up on my seat and looked around, meeting eyes with Nico. All it took was that one glance, and we both knew what to do. Instantly we both vaporized, Nico using shadow travel and me using vapor travel. I landed about five feet above my cabin roof, crashing down onto the hard stone. Yeah, I know. I need to practice. My travel isn't always…accurate, per say. I got pretty lucky with the whole dinner thing.
I ended up rolling off the edge, crashing on the hard ground below. I'm sure that without my Achilles curse something would have broken. Anyway, I ran in and grabbed Tyson's shield. Technically it was mine, but still…he made it…so I like to think of it as a joint-ownership-thing. Ish. I already had Riptide on me, since there's only one way to leave it behind, and even Athena doesn't know it. Only me, and probably Hercules, may he R.I.P. Otherwise that witc-I mean, Athena would have made me leave it behind. I'm sure of it.
I ran back outside, only to find a complete mess. It seemed that somehow, someway, the monsters had been able to break through camp borders. How, I don't know. The only thing on my mind was that I wanted them out. I raised Riptide high with a yell, only to realize that it was still in pen form. All the nearest monsters and campers stopped fighting and looked at me. I can just imagine it: the savior of Olympus, saving the world with his pen. I could see the young campers gaping at me with their jaws open. They were probably thinking, who is this freak? The older campers, even Nico I saw, were trying (unsuccessfully) to keep from laughing. It was the middle of a battle, for Hade's sake. I blushed a deep beet red, and uncapped my sword, swinging it through the nearest monster. That got them all back on the moment at hand.
With a cry I ran out onto the battlefield, ducking and slashing. I wove a path of destruction, Riptide a deadly arc, my shield standing even the strongest blows. Of course, my invulnerability helped a little. My mind was on autopilot, guided by years of experience; duck now, slash, parry, and THRUST! Riptide entered the stomach of an enemy demigod. Wait-enemy demigod? The only demigods not on our side were with…
Oh, Zeus. This is not good.
Kronos.
I needed to get to Chiron right away. Suddenly, a flash of something bright caught my eye. It looked like just another monster, but I could tell that this one was different. It kind of looked like a hellhound, but…how do I explain this…albino and some human, I guess. It was a hellhound, but a really light gray. Almost white, in fact. And imagine the most hideous face ever…then multiply it by ten…and then another ten, and that's how ugly this guy was. Really, he would be on the front of Losers Weekly.
I felt a back press against mine, and without hesitation I swung, twisting at the same time. Riptide was parried, but then I saw who it was, and I grinned sheepishly. Of course, Annabeth would know where I would need…protection. Annabeth just smirked.
"Jumpy are we, seaweed brain?"
"Nope. Just defeating ugly things…oh wait, that's just your face. Never mind." I smirked back until she slammed her shield in my face. Gods, that hurt!
I was about to yell some really not-so-PG things at her when her eyes widened. I knew right then what that meant, so I hit the deck. A sword thrust powerfully above me, right where the small of my back had been a second before. I heard a choking noise, and looked up to the worst sight I have ever seen.
Annabeth, an expression between surprises and pain plastered on her face…
And a sword, sticking strait out of her stomach. I froze, staring at my worst nightmare come to life.
"NO!" I screamed. I felt anger and disbelief course through my entire body, filling me with strength and power. With a cry, I turned myself into water. A water Percy. I flipped myself over backwards off the ground three feet, bending and stretching my watery body until it became shaped like a comet, a blunt head with a sharp tail behind. I slammed into the attacker, knocking it back a good twenty feet into a tree. It was the albino hellhound, but changed. Now it had human hands, and feet. Wow, cover of Losers Weekly for the rest of time. And Ugly Monthly.
Then something happened that I didn't expect. The beast-thing let out a short laugh, half human and half hound. I reformed my body, but stayed as water, realizing that this could have potential advantages.
I watched in horror as the beast began to change. Thick, furry, muscled arms exchanged for tan, muscled, human ones; powerful hind legs for forward-kneed, skinned ones, a horizontal body for a armor-clad, upright figure, a tail for a bu…I'm just gonna stop there. I watched as the mutant monster changed into…
Hyperion. I immediately charged, holding Riptide high above my head, my shield covering from my mid-thighs to my chest. Oh, Gods. This was going to be a hard battle.
I barely managed to reach the titan before he exploded…not literally, but it seemed like it. A bright light burst from Hyperion, and I screeched to a halt, covering my half-blinded eyes. I blinked several times, and caught sight of Hyperion swinging his sword at me just in time. I ducked from reflex, even though I knew the sword couldn't hurt me. I was invincible, right?
Not.
I stared in shock at my arm, which was dripping half-golden, half-red blood. My Achilles curse must have changed some of my blood to the golden ichor of the gods. I gasped, not so much from the pain. It was only a light graze, but the wound shocked me. I was vaguely aware of the campers gathered around us in a huge circle. The monsters must have been destroyed.
I looked up to find Hyperion…laughing! That female dog! Now I was mad. And not the I-am-crazy-and-will-play-my-toothbrush-like-a-guitar mad, but I-will-PULVERIZE-THE-LIVING-DAYLIGHTS-OUT-OF-YOU-AND-YOUR-GRANNY'S-TOOTHBRUSH-GUITAR-THING mad.
I yelled something indecipherable and charged that crappy, powerful titan with everything I had. Time seemed to slow-and maybe it did (Kronos?)-as I swung my sword. Hyperion intercepted with his shield, and a flash of sparks exploded from metal on metal. I swung a roundhouse kick for his head. He ducked, stabbing at me with his sword. I could see now that the weapon resembled backbiter, Kronos' sword, but it didn't have that-aura-yeah, aura-of power.
I bent, caving over backwards, my chest parallel to the ground-just as the titan's sword swept over my head. It wasn't even an inch over my nose, and I could feel the breeze passing. Hades, that was way too close. Since when did Hyperion get so fast?
I decided that if Hyperion could use some new advantages, that I could use some too. I concentrated for a split second, feeling all the molecules in my body. I focused hard and rearranged them, forming myself into a sphere of water, and I hovered around eight feet or so off the ground. I heard a gasp from all the campers in the background. Well, it really shouldn't have been that much of a surprise; after all, I am the son of Poseidon. And no, I did not get a big head while I was gone. Well, maybe a little bit of a big head. But not a lot! Although, Thalia would probably disagree…then blast me with lightning. Focus, Percy, focus.
If I had had a mouth, I would have been grinning right then, because I was ready to scare the crap out of everyone. I focused on all the molecules in my body (again), and I made the water reflect light, pulsating it to match what I was about to do. Then I began to…well, I wouldn't exactly call it speaking, per say, but more like…throwing sound out in a way that people understand as words. It's confusing, I know, but imagine a hovering water ball, speaking without a mouth and pulsating light at the same time. Yeah, that's what I was. Cool, huh?
"Why are you here, Hyperion?" Now he looked freaked out, and I couldn't help but laugh. It came out as sort of a brass-ish bell sound.
"Scared? Is that what I see, a Titan scared by a mere demigod?" I mocked him. This was fun, because I could see the rage in his eyes held back only by the fear of my new powers. He didn't know what else I could do.
I could literally see the internal battle as his caution fought the inner rage of my taunting. I decided to push it a little further; I wanted him to attack, because I knew that I could beat him when I felt like this, with so much power in me. Seriously, I felt like the Hulk or something.
"Oh, Hyperion," I said, my voice like the wind, "I never thought I would say this, but I feel sorry for you. You must feel so weak, to be afraid of a demigod." Okay, I admit it's not my best taunt ever, but it seemed to work, because Hyperion decided to play do-do brain and charged me with a bellow loud enough to shake the earth. Gods, he's stupid.
I waited until the last split-second, then…levitated, I guess, up high in the air, letting Light Bulb Boy (see what I did there? Hyperion is the titan of light, and light bulbs give off light? No? Okay, then…I admit, seaweed brain is a good name) run right past me. I was almost ready to laugh out loud, this was so funny. I really thought the titan would be more of a challenge. A small thought nudged at the edge of my mind, but I didn't let it in. I had to stay focused. Well, as focused as I can be. But…why would he run past? I'm pretty sure he could have jumped this high if he had wanted to. And why in Hades would he try attacking a ball of water? Oh, no, it's a sharp sword! How about…I let it pass through me? Psh.
Then I thought about who was behind me. What he could be rushing for. Then my blood ran cold (figuratively, of course, since I didn't have any blood). Oh, Styx.
Annabeth. He was going for Annabeth, an injured Annabeth. Crap.
A/N: Ok, that was a cliffy for a reason. It's…a teaser. Yes, the only reason I'm posting it is so I'll be forced to get off my lazy butt and update the full chapter. That I have yet to write. *Sigh* This is pretty much so you guys will force me with your expectations to update. So I won't procrastinate any longer. In other words, REVIEW AND FORCE ME TO UPDATE THE FULL CHAPTER. THANK YOU. GOT TO GO FIND SOME PEACHES NOW…
