I think I've kept you guys on the edge long enough. Thanks for the 1000+ views! Time to find out whether or not Percy died. Oh yeah. Also, check out my other story. It's called Captain of the Flying Dutchman.
"Owwwww," I moaned rolling over. My legs felt like they had been run over by a herd of elephants. Annabeth could've come up with a better analogy, but whatever. You get the point. It really hurt. Of all the stupid things I ever did, that had to rank the top ten. Or maybe top 5.
Annabeth was asleep next to me. I wasn't angry though. Or that cautious. We hadn't seen any monsters yet. That's a good sign right? I looked around at our surroundings. It wasn't that lava field anymore. Creepy.
It was a cave. Or a room. I couldn't tell. But, what I could tell was that it was covered with sticky substances. Webs. For anyone who has the Demonata books, refer to Darren Shan's description of Lord Loss's castle. I had to get Annabeth out of here before she freaked. Maybe out luck finally ran out. Our first Tartarus monster. Yipee!
For those of you who are thinking hurry up and tell us wheter or not Percy is okay, here it is: I glance down at my body. My legs were fine. I sat up hurriedly and almost threw up. I swallowed the bile and carefully touched my legs. They were sore, but not that bad. At least I still had legs. At least I wasn't an amputee. I would jump up and down from joy like some demented fangirl, but I still couldn't feel my legs. Maybe that's a good thing. No pain.
Annabeth stirred besides me. "Where?" she mumbled. She was so cute when she's sluggish. Damn it Jackson, focus! I quickly pulled her into a hug, hoping to distract her form the webs. "You're alive!" she exclaimed. "Glad you have so much faith in me," I relied drily. She grinned sheepishly. Annabeth gently touch my legs. I winced. The feeling was coming back, and it wasn't a good feeling. It hurt!
"You okay or is that a stupid question?" she asked. "Well, I'm not dead," I answered. Yet. That unspoken word hung in the air. We didn't know how I had some how miraculously healed, but I'm pretty sure it's more bad than good. "does it hurt?" she asked timidly. I nodded. "What about your ankle?" I asked, trying to change the topic. She shifter her jean cuff, then froze, staring at the webbed floor. Damn it. I'm so stupid.
Annabeth's face drained of color. "Wh-wh-what is that?" she stuttered. I hugged her close. I knew it would be impossible to comfort her. "C'mon," I told her. Annabeth nodded shakily. She stood up. And looked down at her ankles surprised. "It doesn't hurt anymore," she said, rolling up her pant cuffs. The ambrosia had worked! This time I almost did jump up and down like a demented fangirl who was about to met Justin Beaver. Almost. I still had some dignity.
I stood up carefully. My legs trembled and I felt like I had my personal mini earthquake under me. I took a step and face-planted. "Owwww… again," I moaned. Annabeth looked like she would laugh if it weren't so serious. She helped me up and it was my turn to use her as a walking stick. I took a few steps and this time I was sick. I was so dizzy and close to passing out.
And to make it worse, our first Tartarus monster appeared. The bitch that was the reason we were here in the first place.
Dun, dun, dun. I told you Percy was okay didn't I? I love cliffies. Haha. Now everyone has a monster to face. Should be about fair now right? Sally's blue pancakes to anyone who can guess how Percy got sorta better so quick.