Helllllooooo. Kay so I got a review asking me to explain the last two chapters. I'm not sure what all in all is confusing, but that's valid because I wrote the damn thing, so I'm kinda writing this as I read through the last two chapters. I'll try and sum it up and hope it serves purpose? Sorry if I end up just confusing you more. I've never written anything like this before so a bit of mix-up is to be expected, I suppose. RIGHT ENOUGH EXCUSES
At the beginning of chapter five, we got Percy talking to a little satyr dude. Basically, Percy is in his own mind, and within his mind (since he's insane and shit) he's creating worlds and lands and people and shit, so he made up this little dude to help him decide what he was going to do next cause he got bored, and didn't have much to do. Ya know?.
Then it jumps to Percy dooming Athena. Percy just kinda decided to kill her for fun, by sneaking into her palace while she was asleep, and used his freaky Jedi-mind tricks on her. (We get more into what kinda shit he does later on. Heuheuheu)
Thennnnnn Percy decides he needs to go to Camp, using his fabulous acting skills, since now he's got a plan of what he wants to do and being inside Camp Half-Blood is all part of it. So he goes in, all battered and bruised and injured so that they wont suspect him. Like I said, wonderful acting skills.
Then he's in the infirmary cackling to himself? That's all I got for that one. I hope you lot have figured out that when it's in italics (you know, this curvy little devil) that's Percy in his head, or talking to himself or whatever. Right? Right.
Then chappie six starts with Percy waking up in the infirmary. He's impatient and got bored so he sought out Nico. Will grabs him, drags him back to the infirmary, cause we know how Percy is.
From there the interrogation starts. Will asking questions, Percy using his acting to play his part, Percy says some shit and Will runs off to grab Chiron.
Was the part where Percy collapsed in giggles confusing? Eh. Well he's having the time of his immortal existence fooling the punny mortals, so, giggles!
Chiron comes, and Percy explains the background story he was using to cover up for the naughty shit he's been doing, claiming his possession because he's Percy and he knows he can't claim much else cause he's got nothing else to go off of.
Then the Jercy starts because as an author I have no self-restraint.
Ah, the harpies. Percy get's bored at night, and wanders around. Freaky-zombie harpies come along (different type than Ella) and Percy learns that they absolutely destroy and demolish shit. He get's all giddy.
He finds the cabins, and becomes even more ecstatic cause he's proud as shit cause he caused that destruction.
Finally he decides he needs a test subject and floats down to Hermes and decides to use them.
I hope that cleared up any confusion?
Chapter VII
Right, Right, I Get it. Totally. I'll Kill Him. I'll do That. But You Know What's Fucked Up? English.
During the day, Percy once more got an unexpected visitor. He had been eating some soup with saltine crackers on the side (that had made him consider slaughtering the Apollo kid that gave it to him but he decide to not change his plans just yet. Maybe next time) when the curtain to his little cubicle slowly got pushed aside.
He of course noticed the shift right away, but for appearances he decided to pretend he was still immersed in his soup. It was very fascinating. With the murky waters, cracker crumbs, and bits of whatever-the-hell-that-is floating around in it. He could see himself getting distracted for real as he played with it.
Only when he heard a slight cough did he look up. His lips twitched ever-so-slightly upon seeing Annabeth shifting awkwardly in the doorway.
"Hey, Annabeth." Percy said quietly. But dammit if he didn't want to shout at her and see if he could make her scream in terror like she did on olympus.
"Percy. You're looking...better."
Percy smiled slightly. "I feel better. I think I've had enough of the whole 'beaten to a pulp' thing in my life. I'm ready to stop with that, you know?" And by that I mean force everyone to bow down to me, not that 'settle down' crap I can see in your hea-
"So you're planning to settle down?"
Fuck off. You can not have a piece of this ass.
"Yeah, I think so."
They stood in silence for several long moments, Percy wanting to make her leave and Annabeth not sure on what to do. She started to open the curtain, (yes, yes, yes!) but then she dropped her hand (no, no, no!), abruptly turning on her heel to face him.
"Percy, what happened up there? Chiron won't tell me anything but it can't have been your fault, or else you wouldn't-" She cut herself off, shifting uncomfortably. Or else you wouldn't be allowed to stay here. Or be alive, even.
Percy ducked his head. Damn he was a good actor!
"I...I'm not completely sure, to be honest. During the battle...a monster, something, must have possessed me. I wasn't in control of my own actions. It-it made me kill my friends." Percy whispered. "It...it made me kill Luke, Annabeth." Percy's lip trembled from his amazing muscle control and his body shook from holding in his laughter. He dared to glance up for a quick moment through his lashes and fringe, only to see Annabeth staring at him in open-mouth shock.
"An-and on the mountain, it made me accept the immorality. You had to have known I would have never accepted it on my own. I-I think it did it so it wouldn't destroy me, from my body being too weak or something. For so long I couldn't control what I was doing, what I was saying. I still ate, and used the bathroom and bathed, but I think the...thing just want it's vessel to stay hygienic or something." Percy put his soup down on the bedside next to him with a trembling hand, and curled in on himself.
"It made me attack the Gods. Ares, and Athena. I'm so sorry Annabeth, I couldn't control it, I tired and I tired but I couldn't and-and now the cabins are a disaster and the Godly line is going to fall out, and-and so many kids don't have a father or a mother now, and it's all my fault because I wasn't strong enough-" Percy hiccuped, his voice broke and trembled, his breathing was labored and sporadic. He felt small arms wind around him, and tucked himself into the embrace while mentally cringing. He hated touching.
He felt Annabeth petting his hair, and couldn't help himself from tucking his head further into his knees to get away from it. He didn't want her to touch him. She didn't have anything going for her. Cute, sure. Blond, sure. Smart, sure. But she was female. Big turn off.
Annabeth let go after a few minutes spent in silence in which she rocked him while he trembled while growling in irritation.
When she left Percy let out a relieved sigh, letting himself uncurl and laying down on the bed. Acting was exhausting. He let himself sleep for a few hours, thinking that his nighttime journey deserved from preparation if he was going to enjoy it to its fullest. However, hardly more than an hour later he was awoken by the sound of hooves tapping on the wooden floor. He blinked open blearily as the curtain was thrown aside and Grover appeared, a happy smile on his hairy face before he jumped onto the bed, trapping Percy in a hug.
"Perce! So glad to have you back man, you good?"
"I would be if I could breath, Grover." Percy wheezed, actually winded as he hadn't been expecting it. Grover didn't seem sorry as he climbed off of Percy. "It's good to see you, G-Dog."
"Man, you too. I've missed you! I was so worried, but Annabeth told me what happened and I'm glad you're back. It's been dull without you." Just wait til tomorrow morning. You'll have wished it had stayed that way.
Percy gave a small, remorseful smile. "I wish I had been around too." He said quietly, making Grover pull him into another hug. Percy was surprised to find that the contact with Grover didn't make his skin itch like it did when Annabeth touched him. It offset Percy slightly, because if anything he felt nice. He suspected it was because he had known Grover for so long.
"You good? Got enough food, and everything? Need help getting to the bathroom?" Grover asked jokingly. Percy snorted, waving him off.
"Screw off, you overgrown goat. I can piss by myself like a big boy."
"I'm sure you are." Grover said, wagging his eyebrows and nudging Percy, making the minor Godling laugh unexpectedly as his face became red.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I think I'll pass, but I may know a few people who'd gladly take you up on that offer, Perce." Percy shook his head with a smile on his face, then stopped for a second in surprise. He was actually...enjoying himself. He hadn't been expecting that. What was it about Grover that was causing this?
Shit. It's the bond, isn't it?
For a millisecond, panic seized Percy's heart with a taloned grip, before he forced himself to relax. The bond was weak, Grover couldn't feel his emotions. He was okay. For the most part, at least. That was all he needed. He hoped. "Well, it's good to see you again, Perce. You know when they're gonna let you walk around again?"
Let me. Let me walk again. It's ludicrous. Like I need their permission to walk around and stretch my legs like some mental patient. I may be insane but I am a functioning sociopath, thank you very much! Call me Sherlock. Watson! Hand me my skull! Heuheuheu.
"They said I should be healed completely by tomorrow." Grover smiled.
"Good. I'll let you get your rest, feel better Perce!" Grover left with a small hop in his hooves, making Percy smile after him, a snort in his throat. Over enthusiastic goat-people.
Percy shook his head, before glaring disdainfully at the soup next to him. He sneered at it, before grumpily turning onto his side in an attempt to get some more sleep. When he shut his eyes, he closed off all his senses, rendering him vulnerable. But that didn't matter. Nothing could kill him anyways. He'd wake up in time for his plan, he knew. So instead of worrying about his plans of ruthless murder, he slipped into the land of Morpheus.
Turns out Morpheus had a pretty dope hangout. As Percy strolled along, he saw giant, towering trees of bones with intestine-leaves, and cotton candy bushes with chocolate cookie berries. The path was a yellow brick road paved with brain matter, with eyeball and marshmallow rocks scattered across the path. A field of black licorice grew on all sides, with tall weeds of burning plastic Every once in awhile a bird of leather and cloth would swoop by and drop ice-cream-poop along the path. Wells made of stone and bone marrow popped up every once in awhile, a nine-foot high fire that smelled of rotting flesh and skittles shooting out of it. Rolling clouds of cotton candy and hair soared across the sky in large sections, though never blocking out the light source, which he could never identify but seemed to cast the landscape in a perpetual, hazy neon teal.
He walked through this scenery for what felt like several miles before a tall, vst castle began to rise in the distance. Percy stopped to take it in for a second, craning his neck once he could see from top to bottom. The bottom of it looked to be built from bones alone, most horizontal but some vertical. It rose and rose, becoming laced with muscle tissue and cells to hold them together. Then skin started to be added in sections, before it reached the tops of the towers which were once again solely bone material, with tiny, decorative brains pierced through them. The windows where translucent eyeballs that twitch, watching the ice-cream-pooping birds, the fiery wells and when he came across, focusing on him, never serving away to watch the clouds or anything else that may interest them.
He approached the door, which was a large, double-door structure that was made to look like prison cell bars, made out of bones (he was beginning to sense a theme) in vertical sections. The doorknobs were tiny, squishy brains that dripped every once in awhile and insulted him if he started doing something they didn't approve of.
He waited for several moments, wondering what was going to appear, what he was waiting for, and then he could hear footsteps approaching. In the gloom it was hard to make out features until the person came close, but Percy recognized the way in which he walked, the way he held himself and the way he held his head.
"Luke." Percy breathed. He hadn't seen the other boy in ages.
"Percy. Have you been enjoying your powers?"
"Yes! I've already gotten rid of Athena and-"
"I know. I was there. I was guiding and leading you through it all."
Percy tilted his head. "But you aren't real. You're being reincarnated in something else, aren't you? Or something along the lines. So you couldn't have been actually leading me. I was leading myself." Percy nodded to look, firm in his logic.
"Same difference."
"You know I don't like it when you say that. It makes no sense. Why not just say 'same thing'? That's sensible."
"And you know everything about logic and english and how the way the world should work?"
"Yes I do. I also don't understand why people spell the name 'Zach' Z-A-C-H. Why not spell it Z-A-C-K?"
"It's because of the name Zachary, Per-"
"But then why not do the same thing to Nicholas? Nicholas isn't shorted to N-I-C-H. It's N-I-C-K! It makes no sense!"
"Percy-"
"I'm just sayin-"
"Shut up." Percy bowed his head. Luke leaned on the door, weaving his hands through the bars, the gap wide enough for him to comfortably fit his face through the barrs. "Look. The bond, with Grover? That can't happen. He's too...aware. He could somehow expand it without us realizing it, and he could do something detrimental."
"What's detrimen-"
"Something that'll ruin our plans. You have to get rid of him."
"But won't that kill me?"
"You're immortal you dumbass."
"Ohhhh right. Gotcha. I forgot."
"No shit Sherlock. Now go kill the satyr! As soon as possible." Percy nodded, and started to walk away, back down the yellow brick road, frowning as he went. He...he didn't want to kill Grover.
Percy woke up slowly, blinking his eyes rapidly to adjust to the light. He spent several moments staring at the ceiling above him, before looking towards the window, and then to the clock on the wall. It was about ten at night. Curfew was some fifteen minutes ago, and the harpies would arrive in roughly two hours.
Wonderful. Percy took his time as he moved around, stretching leisurely and cracking bones and joints. He let out a relieved sigh, and then groggily made his way out of the infirmary. He had a satyr to locate. Percy sat himself on the porch steps, crossing his legs and closing his eyes, focusing on the little nudging in his gut. That was the bond. He hadn't noticed it until he had seen Grover again.
Focusing, Percy zoomed in on the spot. If he kept going, kept focusing in, getting closer and closer to the core of the little nudging, he was hopping he would be able to find the satyr, somehow. It took several tries, but he was finally able to hone in on the spot, listing to the little voice murmuring to him. Percy almost gagged when he realized where Grover was, and quickly cut off the connection.
Percy stood, shaking out his slightly stiff limbs as he trekked towards to forest. He had a tree nymph to find. At least Grover would be worn out when Percy found him. One less problem for Percy to worry about.
As he walked, he deliberately slowed his steps. He didn't have any particular wish to find Grover in the middle of...fornicating. He walked silently and stealthily, moving throughout the forest on feather-light feet and savoring the silence that surrounded him on all sides, almost suffocating him with its pressure, its ever-looming presence, so fragile but so great.
He relished in the silence. If he tried, he could block out all the constant white noise in his head, the chattering voices and the crazed laughs, the heart-wrenching sobs and blood-curdling screams that rang in his ears continuously throughout his day and night. The sounds haunted his dreams, and even when he was alone on a night such as this they were still with him, always murmuring to him, always whispering inane things, little temptations and sweet offerings. But, if he focused, if he concentrated, then for a few moments he could bask in the bone-chilling silence of the forest.
As he walked, the trees became thicker, the grass greener and the bushes bushier. Noises started to become apparent, breaking the sweet silence that had been comforting him. The sounds of heavy breathing and small giggles slowly reached his ears, becoming louder but less frequent as he neared. He waited until no noise but soft, rhythmic breathing and the occasional snore could be heard before he peaked out between the bushes. He shut his eyes upon his quick analysis that they were-in a rather inelegant state, for the sake of their privacy and his nightmares.
He gently levitated the deeply sleeping Grover and walked away, leaving Juniper to cuddle a nearby bush that looked rather fluffy. Grover shifted in his sleep and snored, making a noise every once in awhile, but Percy would know the moment he started to wake up, and so didn't worry. It took him awhile to get back to the camp with a floating satyr behind him, struggling to make sure Grover wasn't hit by anything and awoken as a result, and remembering the path back to camp with as little confusion as possible. By the time he had managed to set Grover down on the soft grass near the center of camp, he could hear faint screeches in the distance. He ducked into the nearest shelter he could find, which was one of the training structures. He wasn't going to miss this.
The harpies circled overhead in that same cyclone from the night before, a mass of wings and feathers and talons and beaks. Percy's eyes flickered back to Grover's form, and snorted. Even his dick is hairy, he thought to himself absentmindedly as he watched the birds circle closer and closer to the ground. Closer and closer to Grover. Percy started to worry his lower lip. He didn't want to kill Grover, but it had to be done. Still, he couldn't help but wince and yelp in pain for his friend as one bird swooped down and cleaning bit off his...penetrator.
Grover sat up with a scream lodged in his throat, panic swelling him. He began to yell as he realized there was a mass of feathers and wing bones circling him, trapping him on all sides. He sobbed in pain as he tried to move away from them, but they were blocking him in on all sides. One bit into his arm, another his ribs and another his leg. Slowly they tore bits of flesh and bone off, until finally Grover was no more than a pool of blood. Percy felt remorse in the pit of his stomach, the image of Grover's pained and horror-stricken eyes glued to the forefront of his mind, possibly forever.
Percy made himself comfortable inside the training building. He wouldn't be leaving for another two hours, until the harpies left. Once they had, he had to assure that nothing could be lead back to 'innocent Percy who's still healing'. Percy sat alone with the never ceasing voices ringing in his ears. At least they made some entertaining conversations.
Once the harpies had finally left, leaving in their dramatic cyclone that Percy thought wa more to show off than anything, Percy revered in the fresh air exposed to him, bathing in the constantly perfect whether of Camp Half-Blood. Percy sniffed delicately, wondering over to the huge statue of Zeus. Or what was supposed to be him. Percy gave a crooked smile. It was still as he remembered, resembling a pile of feces then the King of the Gods.
That made him begin to think of Jason, the son of Zeus. He had heard all about the Demigod from Hera long before he returned without his memories. Really, the Goddess was very eccentric sometimes. But very easy to talk to if you got on her good side, which was really the 'Anti-every-other-God/Goddess' side. The boy held some promise, certainly. Handsome, good physique, strong and capable of leading, Percy could tell. Hera had made a good choice. In his musings, Percy didn't realize immediately that he had wandered over to cabin one, Zeus' cabin.
Once he did realize, he wasn't sure what made him make sure the only occupant was asleep before creeping in. He looked around himself. It wasn't a very stylish room, or personalized. Percy assumed it was because no one was planning on it having an occupant. A giant statue of Zeus in sandals loomed on a pedestal in the center of the room, and a single bed had been pushed into the corner of the room with a lumpy form atop it. Various, small decorations littered the walls, but Percy couldn't be bothered to pay them much attention, instead wandering over to Jason.
Jason was on his stomach, a trail of drool falling out of his squished mouth, an arm and leg both flung over the edge of the bed, face smushed into a pillow and the majority of his body covered with a giant, fluffy blanket. Percy wasn't sure what he was doing at first, but before he knew it he had entered the dreams of the young praetor. He couldn't make out much, just a few hazy shapes and colors here and there. Percy frowned. He didn't like it. It was too dull.
With a wave of his arms, the mindscape lit up in a spectrum of bright colors. Mushrooms and flowers towered over Percy, caterpillars with hookahs sat atop mushrooms snobbishly, and butterflies zoomed overhead pretentiously. A tall, blue-haired Jason wearing a top hat appeared, sipping tea and rattling about ravens and writing desks while he sat at a table with a high-backed chair. A white rabbit bounced around rapidly, almost too quick to follow with one's eyes. Soon, a black haired Percy wearing a blue and white frilly dress appeared. Percy giggled to himself as he watched Jason flirt with his other self, before leaving with a content sigh.
He loved Alice in Wonderland. And, that should give Jason something to think about in the morning, if how Percy had planned it to come out would actually happen. This was fun!
