Crap! I've totally been forgetting disclaimers, but seriously anyone who thinks I'm the incredible, sensational, and completely and entirely mathematical Rick Riordan needs to stop burning that plant growing in your backyard. It is not poison ivy. Sorry if it's sounds rushed!
PS*This is a combination of chapters three and four of the book*
III-FrUiT oF tHe LoOnS
PeRcY
"Hell to the no."
Ok, so the direct approach wasn't going to work with Ed.
We'd arrived in my beloved hometown just a few moments ago and the three of us, Ed, Isaiah, and I, were standing in the middle of a very busy bus terminal. A place where one could get very lost. A place perfect to enact my master plan.
On the rest of the bus ride here, Grover had repeatedly tried to talk to me and make amends, I guess, but of course I wasn't having it. So I was acting like a PMSing girlfriend, sue me. People dear to me had kept pretty important secrets from what I can tell. It was safe to say I had some minor trust issues; my dad did totally leave me and my mom high and dry and all, and not to mention the recent monster attack by my math teacher. Sure, maybe I hadn't liked her…at all, but she'd been my teacher and having her try to kill me was a low blow, even for her.
Anyway, what I'm trying to explain is that I ditched Grover when he went to the bathroom. I'd managed to put some good distance between the stalls and us, but my bossy lady friend would only be led so far without an explanation. Honestly, it would be so much easier if she had the mental capacity of her younger brother, but…I know I'd be missing the old her soon enough so why bother.
"Please, Edward, and yeah, this is full name serious, too," I tried using her own tactics presently. I nearly shouted with joy when she remained silent for once. Seriously, she was too much sometimes. "I know just ditching him when he's taking a dump is real low-down and dirty, but I can't just lead someone I don't trust to my home and my mother! He's even gotten weirder since we saw those old ladies at the fruit stand. Grover's a big boy obviously far older than us; he can take care of himself. Just, please understand." I tilted my head down and looked up at her through my eyelashes in the way I knew made her flustered.
As predicted, her cheeks became red, her eyes narrowed, and she sucked her lips in in a quite hilarious looking attempt to be angry with me. Eventually breathing deeply, Ed crossed her arms and got her face to turn into her "serious thinking" one. "Even if we're going through a rough patch, that's just how relationships are. He's our friend, then and now-don't argue! I stopped and let you explain, Percy, so maybe we should do the same with Grover-"
"He's had plenty of time to explain!" I fired back, scaring her. She hated being yelled at (which really didn't fit with the tough girl façade she puts up). "He's had the whole freakin' year to explain, but he let us look like crazy idiots. They saw it, we saw it, but-" I was getting really worked up and was glad for both the loud, bustling terminal and the fact we weren't near any sources of water. I've thought about the Mrs. Dodds incident a lot and I'm pretty sure Nancy didn't just fall into that fountain.
My hand tightened painfully so into fists and I was visibly shaking. "UGH! Look, I'm going with or without you so…YEAH!" I stomped away angrily, but despite my tough (if completely lame) words, I stopped just feet away from where I started.
Again, sounds far too quiet suddenly became very clear-sounds like Ed's sighing.
"So…it's Queens, right?"
{LaTeR}
It was only when I raised the key to unlock our apartment door that I realized I'd neglected to inform my new friends about him. You know, my stepfather, Gabe Ugliano or as I like to call him, "Smelly Gabe". He really wasn't the greatest first impression I could make on them and I was a bit concerned it would reflect poorly on my mother since she was (sadly) his wife. In fact, knowing the pig, he was probably in a middle of a poker game with his piggy friends.
It both impressed and horrified me that I knew that jerk so well.
"Hey, kid, cough up some extra dough for daddy, eh?" Gabe demanded with one of his grubby mitts held out towards me. A snide look of utter dominance and malevolence was on his fat face just like it always was around me. He would never be my father. I didn't really know if he had any type of feelings for my mom, but I definitely knew he hated my guts. Though I really shouldn't have expected anything less, my face flushed red at the embarrassment he was putting me through (probably purposely) in front of my friends.
Ed and Isaiah roamed as much as they could of the first floor of our small apartment, but it wasn't easy thanks to the mess Smelly Gabe and his friends made and the regular clutter of the place. Ed looked at what few pictures of me my stepdad let be with a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and had a misplaced light of excitement in her blue eyes. I froze as Isaiah scooted up behind Smelly Gabe and looked at his cards innocently. "With your hand, I wouldn't bet anymore money."
Both mine and Smelly Gabe's eyes went wide at the small boy's audacity, but his face burned in rage soon after. "W-Why you little-" Gabe started, but got caught off by Mamma Bear to the rescue.
"Ok," Ed proclaimed stretching out the "O". She nabbed up her brother by the back of his Superman shirt and started dragging him away from my still fuming stepfather. "Percy, why don't you show us your room now, eh?" The pig pack began whistling and throwing out catcalls. I had thought this situation couldn't get any worse, but from the dark blushes on mine and Ed's face, I was gravely mistaken. "Oh, come on!" she scolded the "adults", "I said us;I wouldn't do anything with my brother there!"
The room became instantly silent as all the males stared at her with an eyebrow tugged upward. Was she saying she would do something if her brother wasn't there? I thought most likely the same thing as the rest of them. Ed too seemed to figure out the possible implications of her statement and followed up with the following:
She flipped each and every one of us off.
Even now when my mom has returned home and made her way up to us in my room, I think some of them were still laughing about it and Smelly Gabe probably still had that stink face on. With my mom, Sally Jackson, there, Smelly Gabe suddenly didn't seem to exist. She was a lot more open to the idea of having the Daüts stay with us than I expected, but Ed did try to change her mind after seeing what little space we had and meeting a certain resident. Still she just smiled and told us we most likely wouldn't be staying there much, anyway. I got worried when her normally sparkling blue eyes darkened at the last part. Thankfully, it didn't last long and she announced that she meant that we were going to Montauk.
Currently, Ed was downstairs helping Mom cook seven-layer bean dip for Smelly Gabe while we were gone (asshole) while I started packing for the trip, crossing my fingers that my psychic friend would spit in his food. Isaiah sat on my bed apparently helping by "supervising". The lazy bum. I had heard Mom ask Ed about our school year as they walked out since we had had all the same classes (the only thing that kept me sane all year) and I hoped and prayed that Ed would censor it for her. Mom hadn't mentioned a thing about my expulsion, just been her plain old caring self, but I knew the school had notified her.
I could only hope that this trip would bring things back to normal.
EdWaRd
I was so damn EXCITED! I didn't even go at Smelly Gabe with Percy's new pen like I originally planned, I was that excited. I mean, we would be in Camp Half-Blood…TONIGHT! *squeal!* Gods, you PJO fans know how I feel, right? I'm not crazy, right?
Don't answer that.
Sally is so nice, too. Once again, the casting in the moving was so wrong and not to be mean to Catherine Keener, but she's way prettier than that in real life. I gave her an…edited version of our school year when she asked about it, hoping I didn't give anything away and helped her make that douche's bean dip, ugh. I hope he'll be able to taste my saliva.
Now, we were sitting in the sand around a poorly built campfire on the Montauk beach. I recognized the scenery immediately from late nights of watching Revenge. My family didn't see what I liked about the crazy madness of that show, but don't they realize that by asking that, they answer their own question? Sally was a ways off from the fire feeding blue chips to the birds who were too scared to get close to the flames. That was the exact opposite of me; I definitely preferred heat to cold. I might just qualify for a pyromaniac…well, I don't set things on fire, but I do love looking at it so maybe a…pyro-enthusiast?
Anyhow, Percy, Isaiah, and I were roasting weenies and making s'mores. My poor little brother had the gooey stuff, melted chocolate, and graham cracker crumbs smeared all over his filled chipmunk cheeks and Percy wasn't doing much better. "Izzy," I apprehended the child, licking my thumb, and then proceeding to try to make a dent in the mess on his face.
"Oh let him be and have one yourself," Percy chided me. I gave him a raspberry childishly and he countered just as childishly with a blue chip to my face. Raising an eyebrow, I looked at him questioningly. He really wants to start something with me? Another chip to my face answered that. A chip war nearly broke out when I refused to give up, but when I returned with another chip of my own, the cocky bastard caught in his mouth and ate it. How dare he! Percy just laughed at my scowling face knowing I was a sore loser and made a truce by simply giving me a chip, but I had to have the last laugh and made sure to slobber his fingers when I took it.
He pulled his hand back quickly, "Ew! How did things get this out of hand?"
"I don't like marshmallows," I retorted like that answer really explained anything. He chuckled more at our continuing silliness, but left it be. Going back for more chips, I couldn't help but to grab it out from under him. Before he could retake his personally altered snack, I had it soaring towards his mother. The bag crashed in the mass of birds. They scattered in a frenzy and flew off into the last of the sunset. Sally turned to the two of us with an unimpressed look causing us to laugh into our hands. She walked passed us back into the rented beach house and Percy and I finally settled down after our laughter.
Once air had refilled my lungs, I set back to eating my hot dog. Percy noticed some ketchup dribble onto my lips. "Want some hot dog with that ketchup?" he asked jokingly. I nearly choked on my food and coughed at him to not do that when I was eating. His lyrical laughter disturbed the night air once more, but all too quickly became quiet.
I munched in peace and allowed my gaze to find its way to my brother. Fireflies had started their nightly dance and he was chasing them along the shore. As he drifted farther away, the complete silence suddenly felt overwhelming and I squirmed upon the log on which I sat. Had it always been this uncomfortable? It was a log; the answer is yes.
"Ed?" I jumped as Percy finally spoke. He was leaned in close to me with a strange look in his eyes and a solemn expression leaving me to wonder when he got so damn close. Cheeks burning, I nodded timidly still with food in my mouth. "Do you ever think about our fathers?" he finally voiced his thoughts and pulled back from my personal space bubble. I swallowed.
"Occasionally," But for completely different reasons than you probably do, "Why bring it up?"
"Well…my parents met on this beach and Mom was just telling us all about her past including him," he clarified, "It's funny; she says he left before I was born, but I swear I remember him…with this warm glow, too."
"Was it…a greenish-blue glow?" I asked, recalling the Lightning Thief's description of his claiming.
He looked at me funny, "That's a weird thing to ask."
"Well, I'm a weird person," I reminded him smiling.
"True," he agreed wholeheartedly and I smacked him on the arm for it. I like him smiling more than serious, even if it gets us in trouble. "I don't really know, the color that is; I know you're weird," another smack, "I know I shouldn't care 'cause he's a douche for ditching us like that, but sometimes I find myself wondering how'd he view me, you know. I can't stay at a school for a year without getting expelled. I'm no genius and not particularly talented at anything-"
"Okay, stop," I interrupted. I was not about to sit through a pity-party, plus it sort of didn't feel right to let Percy badmouth his dad when he doesn't know the truth and I do. Time to activate Best Friend Mode. "Percy, you're so much more amazing than you know, trust me" I said truthfully, "Anyone would be proud to call you their son." My free hand was on his shoulder now.
He looked at my hand and slowly, a truly marvelous smile graced his features. "Thanks, Edward…right back at you." For once, he realized what he said before I did, "I mean, as a daughter, you're definitely not a guy." His babbling had me cracking up laughing; like, serious LMFAO and ROTFL here. It wasn't that funny, you guys just read it so you know, but him worrying over that after the deep discussion we just had was absolutely misplaced. The moment was back to being perfect, again.
Too bad a certain drama queen god crashed the party.
I "eep-ed" loudly as thunder struck and lightning lit up the darkened sky, wincing as my head crashed into Percy's. When he get so close, again?! Rubbing the pain from his now red forehead, my raven friend said, "A storm's brewing, we should get inside." I too glanced at the sky; the stars had already been lost to the massing clouds and the moonlight was growing fainter.
"You have no idea," I whispered grimly.
{LaTeR sTiLl}
Percy yelling in his sleep woke me up. The boy had some pipes. We'd fallen asleep hoping the storm would pass by morning, but I knew better this time. I wasn't about to let another Mrs. Dodds incident happen. Checking outside the windows, I saw the hurricane was upon us. Bring it on, Zeus, Bring. It. On. More yelling finally got me to wake Percy; I'm seriously working too much for this to be summer. He awoke in a sweat and we nearly head butted, again.
As he caught his breath, I went to wake Isaiah, not bothering to ask about his nightmare considering I already knew what he was going to tell me. I did however ask if he was okay. "Oh…yeah, just fine," he told me totally unconvincingly, but I digress. Right on cue, frantic knocking joined the sound of wind and thunder. Mrs. Jackson, being the only one who didn't get a nap, opened it as we young folk dragged our groggy forms into the living room.
"Grover!" the three of us exclaimed in shock (only one of us not acting). Our friend stood soaking wet in the front doorway panting like he had just ran a marathon. He sighed in relief, most likely from seeing that Isaiah and I were with the Jacksons, but all eyes were trained on him. Or his lower half to be precise. Yes, he was in satyr mode now with his furry, little goat butt in all its glory. Even knowing the secret, it was something to behold in reality. "Dude," Isaiah said, "Two words: electric, razor."
He ignored my brother and returned his focus to Percy's mom. "*It's….It's right behind me," He panted. Sally glanced at us; anger, fear, and worry were among the emotions that flashed in her eyes, but I couldn't do anymore of an analysis as she sped off to the hall closet and grabbed up some raincoats. Why she had so many, I don't know, but I wasn't about to question it as I was handed the red one. Having that of all things suddenly made the situation all more real and I didn't feel so excited anymore. This was actually happening, it wasn't just text anymore.
I could die.
PeRcY (Wut?! Double POV change?!)
"Mrs. Jackson, slow down! It's raining, I think the fire's out by now," Ed joked nervously with a rigid grip on her brother. Mom was speeding down the road like a maniac, something I truly couldn't believe. For one thing, Mom never broke laws, even speed limit ones; and two, with the storm, it couldn't be safe to be driving this fast and she wouldn't put anyone in harm's way. Something was definitely very wrong…and I seemed to be the only one out of the loop.
To my surprise, Grover was the one to reply to our friend. "Sorry, Ed," he apologized to her, "but it is of the upmost importance that we get you all to safety as quickly as possible."
"We?" I questioned him, "How do you even know my mom, Grover?"
He turned towards me now, "I never met her before, actually, but," he eyed all three of us now, "she knew I was watching over you guys. To protect you."
Both Ed and I returned with more questions at the same time. "From what?" "How can you protect us when," I gestured dramatically to his butt, "you're half donkey?!"
He sighed and kneed the floor of the car with his…hooves. "I'm hoping you won't have to find out just yet. And I'm not half donkey, I'm half goat! I mean, I'm a satyr, Percy."
"A satyr, Like from Greek mythology. The stuff Mr. Brunner talked about? That's not possible" Although,if Grover was actually a satyr, then that would explain why our English teacher was in cahoots since the crippled man seemed to live and breath the stuff.
"Percy, we can all clearly see that Grover's tail end belongs in a petting zoo and we were attacked by a Kindly One earlier in the year. Yet you still question that this isn't real?" Actually, I was more concerned about the fact that she could actually read my mind at the moment.
"Did I say that out loud?" I mumbled.
"Yes, you did," replied Ed, "That as well, too."
Grover leaned out of seat to peer out the back. "All your questions will be answered once you're safe so please trust me. The less you know right now, the safer you'll all be."
They better be answered, I thought bitterly, but I nodded to Grover. He had finally come out to us and if we really are somehow involved in this ancient Greek mess, then trusting him might be my only option. Plus, if Mom knew about this and had faith in him to protect me, then I guess it's time to bury our past. But I swear here and now, I will know the truth.
"NO!" cried Isaiah out of nowhere. He scared the crap out of all of us and Sally swerved in her surprise, but she swerved…just as lightning struck where we previously were. Isaiah kept screaming, Sally kept swerving, Ed kept holding onto me, I kept holding onto her, Grover kept eating his hat, and lightning kept striking. "Lightning never struck twice", ha! No, it just chases you down until it finally gets you.
Unfortunately, the bolts find strike home eventually and I was jerked out of Ed's arms as the car seemed to explode (and I wouldn't be surprised if it did). Burnt and smoking, I lay on the ground and couldn't stop myself from worrying that Smelly Gabe was going to find a way to blame this on me.
EdWaRd
"Damn you!" I swore at the sky. Stupid Zeus; if he wasn't immortal, I'd kill him like they did Mussolini. But since he is, I'll just have to settle for sticking my foot up his ass, Red Foreman style. Thunder boomed loudly overhead and flashes of lightning lit up the sky. "Yeah," I yelled, shaking my fist at him, "I'm talking to you,Thunderbutt!"
Someone groaned and for the first time since the crash, I looked at the damage done (I tended to get carried away when I was angry). Percy pushed himself up off the ground; he was a bit charred and smelled like barbecue, but not as much as Grover, unconscious on a blown out car door. I hoped their insurance would cover this.
Mrs. Jackson was getting up shakily herself and her son quickly went to help her. I myself looked much like boy-wonder at the moment and the red raincoat burnt to a lame crisp on my back. Isaiah was still screaming, but now had added running around in circles to his performance. I stopped him by grabbing one of his flailing limbs. "Geez, what's wrong with you now?"
He just stood there for a minute catching his breathing, but the crazed look in his clouded blue eyes gave away that he was too panicked to ever calm down. Instead, we played charades. He put his pointer fingers up like horns on his head, snorted, and kicked at the ground with his right foot. "Fruit of the looms!" he finally cried out to finish. Having no idea what he was talking about, Percy started mock applauding and my brother took a bow in a hurry.
I would've smacked both of them if I hadn't saw the birds speed off from a certain part of the forest. I froze now able to see shaking trees in the distance. "Okey-dokey, we have got to move," I announced, pushing Isaiah forward and running to pull up Grover off the ground. He's heavier than he looks.
"Why? What's happening," Percy asked, helping his mother to her feet; she was really shook up.
"It's the preacher's son!" my brother told him.
"What?" both Percy and I asked.
"You know, it's pacify's son," he deduced with a roll of his hand, "so it's gotta be like a preacher's kid."
"What?! No. What?!" I repeated dumbfounded at what he considered logic, "No, it's Pasiphae's son, not pacify, you numbskull-Oh! There's no time for this; Percy take goat-boy, I've got your mother." I waited for him to comply, but when I looked at him, he was giving me a scowl like he gave Grover nowa-ooooh.
Crossing his arms, his grimace deepened. "Ed…" he said slowly, "What's going on? You two know too, don't you?!" Sally leaned on him as he accused me so she was of no help.
"Dammit, dude!" I exclaimed exasperated, "The car just exploded, I've had your stubborn back for a year and already saved your life once. I don't need this shit! I'm already terrified out of my mind and scared I'll lose even more people I care about and-and-" Sobs were choking me up and I wiped furiously at them feeling embarrassed. Percy held a frustrated face for like three more seconds before sighing and leading his mother to me. He took a moment to thumb tears off my face and I gave him a wobbling smile in thanks. Returning it, he picked up his friend and we all started running.
None of us had a clue where we were going, but luckily, Sally hadn't passed out and she mumbled out directions for us to follow. My eyes lit up as the familiar hill arose in the distance; we were nearly home free, but the shaking trees were catching up. It wasn't until we'd reached the foot that the quivering woods suddenly stopped. I was the first to catch my breath and I stood up slowly still panting a bit.
It was strange; I was a pathetic mess just minutes ago, but now…I suddenly felt empowered. Maybe it was the fact that we were right outside Camp Half-Blood, but I actually felt like a demigod at the moment. I'd been wondering if we'd actually be able to get in since Isaiah and I weren't actually heroes, but now, I was going to be one whether I was or not. The beast didn't scare me like it did before and I found myself actually creating a plan.
"Izzy, give me your pants."
I was suddenly the crazy one in the room. They stared at my outstretched hand like it was on fire or something. "You want me to do WHAT?!" he screeched flabbergasted.
The shaking resumed and something shot up out of the forest. "NOW!" I ordered and he was out of those things quicker than a stripper. We all stood frozen as something crashed into the ground meters in front of us. There, standing in a crater, was Pasiphae's son, the Minotaur, in his surprisingly spotless white Fruit of the Loom tighty-whiteys.
"Aw man," whined Isaiah who was looking at his own underwear, "we match." And they did; but Isaiah had boxers.
Before anyone could stop me, I swung my brother's red shorts in the air, and shouted and danced like a monkey remembering that the thing couldn't see or hear well. Almost instantaneously, it's bloodshot eyes focused on me and I abruptly remembered I had no weapon (I gave Percy his pen back). Too late to change tactics, I took off hoping my African-American genes would give me the skills of a track star.
Yeah, I was dead.
Hermes might have been my dad in that world because I somehow managed to stay ahead of the Minotaur and made it over the crest of the hill. The thing tried to follow, but crashed into the camp's force field like a regular person hitting a wall. There was a nasty smack sound and it toppled backwards. You have no idea how bad I wanted to just keep going right then, but I knew I had to find a way to kill it before it got back up and charged at my friends.
Skirting by it, I had a plan to climb Thalia's tree, but something encircled my leg. I screamed as I was lifted up in the air upside-down by the snarling monster. My moment of heroism drained out of my system and I was a whimpering tween, again. It leaned in to do something, but suddenly reeled back howling. I fell to ground painfully, but peered back to see that Percy had run up behind the Minotaur and stabbed Riptide into its shoulder. Our victory was short-lived as he realized the bronze blade was lodged between the bones and wasn't budging. The monster roared and thrashed throwing Percy off.
Acting as if a sword wasn't sticking out of its back, its meaty head swung between the two of us unsure of who to attack first. Its eyes landed on something behind us and we turned, horrified, to see Mrs. Jackson had made it to the tree somehow and had brought Grover with her. Going after the weakest link, the jerk. Wait-where's Isaiah?! As if hearing my thoughts, a branch of Thalia's tree (sorry, girl) crashed down over the Minotaur, but it sidestepped out of the way at the last minute. "What?!" my brother shouted and I looked up, relieved to see him in the tree, "I thought you were supposed to be stupid!"
My relief quickly vanished at my baby brother's stupid remark; enraged, the beast charged the tree causing him to tumble out. "No!" I yelled. Isaiah landed on its face and held on for dear life as it stumbled around blinded. To make things worst, Percy pulled a move much like the one he used in the book, but with using its back as the springboard, and leaped on the monster's back, gripping the horns to stay on. Another urge to smack them, this time with the fallen branch,arose in me but I sucked in my anger and used it to fuel my fight against Pasiphae's son.
"Over here, over here!" I called out to them, flailing my arms and jumping to the rather large branch's other side. The two boys leaned to one side on its head, tilting it to stumble in my direction. I got out of the way as they got it to trip backwards over the branch like I wanted, but the thing wasn't finished, yet.
It was getting back to its feet once more, but this time it couldn't stop me from getting up Thalia's Pine. With a bird's eye view, I could see that Percy and Isaiah had survived the fall well enough. In his hands, Percy gripped onto a horn that must have broken off in the fall. Again, they were being stupid boys and Percy charged at the beast, horn raised as a weapon, but it was back to its feet and ready for him. The scene seemed to play out in slow motion, but in my head I didn't have time to think.
So I jumped.
Kicking off its back, I back flipped off it and at the same time sent it falling into Percy. That really might have been a bad idea(like Isaiah bad) if it didn't work how I wanted it to and my friend got flattened. But thankfully, the Fates obviously didn't want me screwing things up that badly and the Minotaur fell, meeting the horn's point where his heart would be. It exploded into golden dust before Percy could be crushed by its weight, but he was still knocked down.
My gymnastics skills were obviously not as good as my track ones (now I know we must be demigods because I've sucked at gymnastics my whole life) so I didn't stick the landing and tumbled down Half-Blood Hill until Percy's body stopped me.
My clear blue eyes stared wide-eyed up at the stormy sky, appearing much like broken glass. "I'm alive," I whispered astonished.
Percy managed a smile and turned his head painfully towards me, "Yeah, lucky us." I hoped he knew his sarcasm wasn't appreciated at the moment because I was to busy repeating that I was indeed alive to myself. It didn't matter anyway because we both suddenly became aware of how tired and bruised we were. I was still mumbling the seemingly impossible when things went black…
IsAiAh
"Sis?" No response. "Percy?" No response. No, no, no, no! I thought, thinking the worst. Whimpering and starting to tear up, I backed away shaking my head not believing what was in front of me. It was because of this I bumped into something.
I whirled around in a fright only to find Mrs. Jackson looking tired yet assuring. I sniffled again and buried my face in her shoulder. This was so scary. I liked it better as simply a book; at least my sister doesn't die! Now I knew how Nico must have felt when he lost Bianca, but that was TERRIBLE! I didn't want be that emo or a hero or a demigod-wait, are those the same things?
"Shhh," Mrs. Jackson comforted me. The rhythmic movement of her hand on my washed-out curls was comforting. Suck it up, Isaiah, you're the man of the family! I pulled out of her embrace and looked up at the kind woman with big watery doe-eyes. "Now," her voice cracked. I realized she couldn't be in much better condition than the rest of us and made sure to listen so she doesn't have to repeat like most people have to with me, "There's a camp on the other side of this hill. Please…go get help."
Nodding more than necessary, I got out of her arms completely and sped off down Half-Blood Hill. My eyes got even bigger, if that was possible, at my first sight of the place of my dreams. Of course, it was really dark, but I'm sure it looked awesome! Descriptions in the book and looking at the map on Google got me on the path to the Big House real fast. Of course, the fact that harpies were chasing me down might have helped as well.
Chiron, Mr. D, and Annabeth had quite a shock as they saw a little kid in white undies screaming and running right at them. Mr. D tried to close the door as quickly as possible, but Chiron's hoof stopped it as he recognized me. He gave a signal that sent the mean bird-ladies away; seriously, what about bird-woman hybrids makes them such bullies?!
Holding my self up with my hands on my knees, they let me catch my breath before interrogating me. They must not have realized all that I just went through because I really needed a minute or Gatorade or something! So Chiron came up and kneeled down on his front knees to speak with me. "Isaiah, what in Hades happened?"
Once more, I performed my Courage the Cowardly Dog version of the Minotaur(Why is it that no one gets us?) because I was still panting; I should workout more…but I won't. "Well, I want to know why you're in your underwear," Mr. D said looking like he didn't actually want to know why I was in my underwear. With my breath finally caught, I could answer him with words.
"Because I'm sexy and I know it!"
All praise Isaiah! He's so awesome. Man, I love this chapter so much; I feel like the battle was written much better than the one with Mrs. Dodds. They're at camp now so prepare for some fan-gasms from the Daüts in the next chapter. Nearly 6k words! :3
PS-Since this chapter was one of my best and longest, I think I'll just wait to update(yes leaving you with an evil cliffie!)until reviews come in. Insert maniacal laughter here.