(Disclaimer: How many times must I say this? I do not own PJO or FEAR!
Percy's POV
Back there, when Point Man said that, I was totally blushing and angry at the same time.
Got a thing going on?
I was like, no; we're just friends, that's all, bye, and I ended up following Annabeth to the forest where she said that somebody caused arson, probably one of Kronos' spies.
Eventually, Point Man caught up with us, "Sorry, man. I didn't know,"
I was so mad, the sea to formed a huge wall of water, which sent splashing all over Point Man, making us both laugh. He laid there, stomach first in the sand, and then something caught my eye. His red-tinted goggles were off.
Point Man grunted as he hauled himself up, looking straight at me in which I thought I felt a wave of pure hatred radiating from him. His—his eyes....were full of emptiness, making me flinch a bit. Those pure black eyes almost looked like the Minotaur's dilated eyes. The wave of hatred seemed to increase with intensity.
John's POV
I can't believe after all these years... that I had the nerve to show my face again to creeps like this. I mean, he's not a creep, but the way people react when they see my eyes, even I get scared at my own reflection every now and then when I look in the mirror. The balling of my fists made me think back to when a kid threw a rock at me and then I caught it in mid-air, trembling with rage and at the same time, tears pouring down my face. The nerve of some people! But I had disciplined myself not to take anger out on them, whether or not they hated me or scared of me, so all I did was slump down with my knees against my chest, wrapping my arms around them, and stare out into Long Island Sound.
"Point Man?" asked the girl in the distance.
I kind of vowed myself not to speak again after Percy's little 'stunt' he pulled with the wave of water and knocking off my goggles.
"Percy why did you do that?" I sensed the girl was annoyed.
Silence, but I could tell Percy was staring at me with awe. I turned my head the opposite direction, down the other end of the bench.
"Earth to Seaweed Brain," she said.
He said something really intelligent like, "Huh?"
She scoffed, "Why did you send a wave at him?"
Percy hesitated, trying to figure out how to answer, and then shrugged.
I could hear footsteps coming towards me, "Wait! Annabeth!"
The footsteps in the sand suddenly stopped, heard a rustle in the sand, and out of the corner of my eye, the girl named Annabeth was standing next to me, wanting me to take my goggles. I cautiously grabbed for them and quickly strapped them over my eyes and balaclava.
I turned my head the other direction and mumbled, "Thanks,"
"No problem," and she helped me back up.
"Sorry if Percy offended you," she told me.
I kept my silence as I followed her nervously towards Percy.
Annabeth broke the awkward silence, "We'll talk about this later. Right now, we need someone to dowse the fire. It's making the nymphs go nuts."
I didn't speak a word as we reached the flames spreading in the woods. A large creek was about to get engulfed.
Percy walked stiffly towards the creek, and yelled into it, "Hey, creek naiad! May I use your water to dowse the fires scorching the woods?!"
He's crazy, I thought. Nobody just pops out right out of the water like what I just witnessed. The water drifted upwards and formed into a brown-haired girl about their age wearing regular green t-shirt and jeans.
"Have you already used up enough of my creek?" the water naiad scoffed.
"One last time, okay?" Percy pleaded.
"ONE last time. Or I will be out of life source!" then she turned into water and melted into the creek. That... was... weird.
Percy's POV
I imagined the water from the creek dowsing the fires, and in real life, it did the exact same thing, only with a familiar tug in my gut. Then I felt something wet run down my right hand, but I ignored it.
The fires were dowsed, and sighed, "Doing stuff like this is getting boring,"
Nobody answered so I turned around and saw Annabeth's face in shock.
"Annabeth?"
She finally came out of her trance, "Your arm just started bleeding,"
Looking down at my arm, the red liquid made me dizzy just looking at it.
"That never happened before," I said.
"Me neither," Point Man finally spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"Alma causes that to happen. Make a fleshy body turn into a bloody skeleton. I've seen it, and it's not pretty."
"I don't see her anywhere,"
He nodded, "She doesn't have to be anywhere to be here."
"Is 'being vague' and 'telling in riddles' your hobby? Or you're just acting like the Oracle?" Great, more ADHD blurt-outs. Why was I born a half-blood? I would always ask myself.
"'Being vague' isn't my hobby." Point Man said. "And I don't speak in riddles."
"Mind telling us the riddle you told me?"
"She can appear in a location without actually being there,"
"Straight answer. Thanks," I grumbled.
"She's undead,"
I turned to Annabeth, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Nico," she said.
"Who's Nico?" asked Point Man.
I almost forgot to tell him about Nico de Angelo. "Son of Hades,"
"Let me get this straight. You all belong to Greek gods right?"
Wow, I can't believe he still didn't believe. One day, it will all fit in.
I sighed and turned to Annabeth, "You can talk to him about all that right? Because I really need to get back to schedule or I'll miss rock climbing."
"Sure," Annabeth didn't seem so enthusiastic. I walked over to the creek and rested my right arm in the water, letting the blood flow out to Long Island Sound. After a while I left Annabeth and Point Man with a few good-byes.
John's POV
Annabeth started rambling about what the people in Camp Half-Blood were, she called them half-bloods and how they are assigned an Olympic parent.
"What happens to those that aren't claimed yet?" I asked.
"They go to the Hermes cabin. All undetermined are, unless they've been claimed by Hermes and they stay there permanently. Rarely anyone gets claimed by the Big Three,"
"And-," she cut me off.
"I know your question. It's because they swore an oath not to have anymore children. They can be dangerous."
"Dangerous in what way?"
"The prophecy,"
"Okay, and I forgot, whose Percy's parent?"
She gulped, "Poseidon,"
"One of the three?"
"Yes,"
"So he shouldn't be living?"
"That's what he thinks. Fortunately, Nico and Thalia don't think the same way."
"I'm guessing that Thalia is daughter of Zeus then, right?"
She nodded, "You're catching pretty quick,"
"What about the prophecy?"
"I shouldn't really be saying anything about that, especially when the girl you call Alma can appear out of nowhere and Percy is in camp,"
I nodded and looked at the grass surrounding my black leather boots.
"So there hasn't been a child of the Big Three for two-thousand, three-thousand years until now?"
Annabeth nodded, "And it's almost time for dinner. C'mon," she quickly leaped up from the rock we were sitting on near the creek. Sitting up, I suddenly heard a boom of thunder somewhere in the distance.
"Storms?" I asked.
"No. Zeus is quarrelling with Phobos and Deimos, god of fear and god of terror," she said.
Sorry this took so long, I was busy practicing my obsession with PJO and I was kind of at a Writer's Block. My apologies.
