It's a shame. I'm getting lots of followings and favourites, but less reviews. Damn, that sucks. Please, guys, could you just quickly tap in a quick review below. You can even do it as you favourite it (if you want too, of course). Just a quick 'crap' or 'sucky' would do. It helps with my momentum and it is the 'money' which funds this story. So, I can only say 'please' and hope you guys review. But yeah, besides that, Percy's still winning the poll, and even Riptide has a vote. (Noah). But yeah, please take two seconds to review. Oh yeah, werewolf has asked that I write more Artemis POV. I noticed that she's the third loved character. I hope its okay and please review? Remember, reviews helped get this bit up, and they're like my reward for writing! You know, at least for not cocking up too badly.

Artemis watched the television.

"No, you stupid, self loving, blonde little bimbo!" Artemis screamed at the screen as Annabeth put her hand on Percy's shoulder in the train to Denver.

"Awww," the presenter, Aelos, cooed. "Percy has just opened his heart to his, I think it's safe to assume, his true love, and she is comforting him. Oh, I think we all can't wait until they hit those later years. This rating might have to go up, people!"

"No!" Artemis threw her noodles at the TV. "Noo! Stupid, little piece of mortal."

Artemis continued to mutter to herself. She was confined to her bed, since she was sick, suffering from lack of worship. Everyone got this now and then, as mortals stopped doing what that god was representing. Hera was sick often from all the divorces, and Ares had never felt as good as he had in the 1940s. Apollo of course, her stupid brother, had managed to get away with it. Everyone healed and listened to music and of course the sun. No-one forgot the sun.

But Artemis, she had taken another toll as fox hunting was banned.

Argh! Stupid mortals, she fumed. So, she was sick of the common, Lackus Worshippus, which is the equivalent of the common cold for mortals.

Hera came through the door. "You okay Arty? Do you need some more noodles?"

Artemis took a deep breath. "No thanks mum. It's okay, but could I have some tea?"

Hera smiled. "Of course," before she waved her hand, making the tea appear and putting it on the dresser.

Hera left and Artemis turned back to the TV.

She was, officially, becoming obsessed with this demigod, her Percy. She'd brought posters of him they were selling in Hephaestus' store 'Demigods', big ones with Percy looking heroic, one of him asleep, (she hadn't shown mum and dad that yet), along with many others. She even heard they were making a doll! And Aphrodite had been awesome in buying her the 'Percy Jackson' hair conditioner. Speaking of which, Aphrodite had been awesome, full stop. Ever since she found out about her crush, she'd been sending little messages with tips on how to get him once she met him. But Artemis was still trying to get the confidence up for that.

"Hey, Arty, you okay?"

Artemis looked around to see dad by the door.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

He grunted. "Just making sure it was ice here."

"What?"

"Y'know, ice, keeping it low, being purple?"

"What?"

Zeus shook his head. "You kids these days don't understand any of the great slang."

"Err, dad, that slang sucks."

"Now that's being square, dear."

Artemis shook her head. "Okay dad, whatever."

Zeus looked down. "You mind if I watch with you Arty?"

She nodded and Zeus sat next to her on the bed.

"Biscuits, it's that kid again."

Artemis looked at dad. "Hey, he's very… er, purple."

Zeus grunted. "Sure."

They watched as Percy walked with that blonde bimbo and that sexy satyr, through Denver towards the Gateway Arch.

Zeus gritted his teeth, but Artemis ignored him.

Apollo came bounding in.

"Hehy ghuys, hahve yhou sheehn mhy cwunhchers?"

Zeus looked at him. "No, we haven't seen your weird man nipple things."

"Vherwy fhunny," Apollo sighed.

Artemis turned round. "I think I saw them on the stairs."

Apollo nodded. "Chool. Oh, hohw ahre yhou fheelhing?"

"A little better, thanks."

Apollo nodded. "Yhou whant tho shee mhy twicehps?"

Zeus was about to say no, but Artemis stopped him. "You know he'll cry otherwise."

Zeus grunted. Artemis smiled. "Yeah, go ahead."

Apollo grinned before he started to make his chest dance.

Zeus turned away disgusted, before getting off the bed.

Artemis laughed at Apollo's face. Zeus waited before he couldn't take anymore.

"Alright, enough with the titty dance. Let your sister get some sleep."

He grabbed Apollo's arm and started to drag him out.

"Bhut dhaddhy, Ih'm nhot fhinished!"

Zeus threw him out of the room, before turning back to Artemis. "You going to be okay?"

Artemis nodded before looking back at Percy on television, who was eating some jelly beans from that satyr while talking to the bimbo.

Zeus followed her line of sight before scowling (which he did very well) and starting to make it rain in Denver.

Percy had no idea why it started raining.

But hey, Zeus just seemed to hate him because, so he'd best just put up with it.

"I suggest we go up, then leave on the next train." Annabeth reasoned.

Grover sat up. "Wait, so we have to do what you want, but we can't do anything we want to?"

"Correct."

Grover sat back down meekly. "Just checking."

Percy stood up. "If we're going to do this, let's do it now."

Annabeth stood up. "Yeah, let's go."

They started walking and Grover handed Percy some more jelly beans. Percy was sick of them. They tasted like little pellets of shit, but Percy couldn't deny Grover, so he forced another one down, gagging as it hit his throat.

Grover watched him for a reaction. Percy grinned, brown jelly bean in his teeth.

"Yeah, Grover, they're great."

Grover smiled. "Cool Perce. You want the rest of them?"

Percy went pale. "Err, no, I think we should share them."

Annabeth looked back at him with something close to pity, before saying:

"Nah, it's okay."

"I really must insist." Percy said.

Grover shoved another one in his mouth.

Percy was still trying to get this down when they got to the lift. They all stepped in, (or rather, Percy was pushed in), with a family and some fat woman and her grungy little dog.

Now, Percy wasn't sure, but maybe that dog was pissed off with everyone making fun of it's size, but it looked eyes with Percy like he'd just called it 'short stuff'. Percy tried to look back, before Grover shoved another jelly shit in his mouth.

They rode up in silence.

The fat woman looked at Percy. "So… who are we?"

No-one you need to know, Percy thought, but that was rude.

"Percy. And you?"

"Don't care." She turned away. Percy wasn't sure if that was her name, or just an attitude problem.

They got to the top and Annabeth jumped out before picking apart the monument.

Grover let off wind, scaring away the little girl before forcing the jelly beans onto Percy.

Percy was forced to eat 10 more of them. He wasn't sure how much more his body could take.

"Right, I know you just got up here, but it's time to go down, so fuck off screwbrains!" The guide called.

Annabeth and Grover got into the lift. Percy went to join them.

"Oh Percy!"

Percy turned around to see the fat woman looking at him.

"Yes?"

"You want to stay up here with me?"

Percy thought about it. "Nope." He made his way to the lift, before the guide stopped him.

"Hey kid, I know you all managed to get on first time, but the lift shrinks when it gets to the top, so stay up here." The guide got into the lift before taking them down.

Annabeth and Grover tried to protest but the guy didn't give them a choice.

Percy sighed. This was a bit weird, annoying, but nothing to worry about.

He picked a jelly bean out and ate it, before remembering what he was eating.

He gagged it out again.

"Trouble?" The fat woman was next to him.

Percy shook his head, trying to rid his tongue of the taste. "No, I'm fine."

She nodded. "You're a demigod, aren't you?"

Percy nearly gagged again. "What!"

"I'm so sorry for not being more evil. It's just, I lost my sense of smell ages ago. So much harder to detect demigods now. Isn't that right Son?"

The little dog wasn't so small to Percy now, and he growled angrily.

The fat woman shook her head. "Oh, don't worry Perseus, we know about you. You've been on TV a lot recently."

"What?"

She nodded sadly. "Indeed. Your fight with Medusa was very impressive by the way. Or, at last I'm told."

Percy pulled out Riptide as the dog grew, and kept growing.

"Yes, Perseus, I'm very sorry about this. But hey, at least you can say you were killed by enchilada!"

Percy looked at her. "Isn't that some sort of Mexican food?"

"Argh! Damn Rick and any other people for not being able to spell my name!"

Percy looked back at the dog which wasn't a dog anymore. More like a goat with a lions head, and… oh, goody, a snake for a tail.

"What is that?" Percy asked, horrified.

Enchilada looked at him. "I don't know what he is again, but he's totally deadly!"

Percy didn't need to be told that. The monster looked at him.

Percy uncapped his pen, transforming it into a full bronze sword.

Enchilada shouted happily. "Kill him Sonny!"

Sonny charged, but Percy reflexes took over. Her rolled as it came barrelling forward, swinging his sword as he came up, slashing its leg.

Percy was feeling good until the snake head came round.

It tried to bite Percy, but he blocked it with his sword, just hearing the sound of gas.

He frowned, before leaping away as fire blew from Sonny's mouth.

Great! It blows frickin' fire!

A paw came down, but Percy dodged, slashing the foot, before retreating.

Percy swore as he saw people were still here. He had to protect them.

He turned back to the monster. It looked at him. Percy charged, ducking under the tail that came whipping round, sidestepping the claws that came down, rolling under a fire blast, and jumping to one side as the head snapped, bringing his sword down on the head.

But that's where it went wrong. His sword hit the dog collar, spinning out of his grip.

Another blast of fire burnt a hole in the floor as Percy ran to the wall, jumping off it and over the monsters back, rolling as he hit the ground.

He heard Enchilada clapping. "Oh, you are good aren't you? Poseidon's son?"

Percy turned to her. That was it. Kill the mother and…

He charged her, picking up a piece of splintered metal, and driving it into her chest. Or, at least he meant too. She hit it aside too quickly to be possible, before grabbing his neck.

Percy needed to play his last card.

"But, you won't kill me. I'll go out with you. Surely you think I'm good looking?" It was low, but he needed to not die.

Enchilada scowled. "What? I'm mostly blind demigod. I'll admit you're voice is beautiful, but if you think that's going to stop me killing you."

"You can't see me?"

"Not the details."

Percy's heart sank. His last card… useless.

She tightened her grip around his neck.

"You are powerful… or you would have been, but I'm afraid you're not going to live that long."

Percy needed to learn to get out of these strangle holds. He was always being strangled.

Luke would know how to get out… wait…

"It's all in the hips Percy. Just easing the tension baby!"

It was a slim hope but…

Percy swung his hips, putting Enchilada off balance, yanking himself out, and pulling his sword out again.

Sony came for him, but he swung his hips, directing the sword with it, slashing Sonny's nose, before swinging his hips again to disengage.

Enchilada pounced but Percy did a hula hoop motion, his sword swinging in a deadly 360.

Enchilada lost a hand and Sonny lost his ears.

"What are you?" Hissed Enchilada, cradling her hand.

"L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N, bitch." Percy said, before jumping, and swinging his hips, flipping himself over, his sword cutting both Sonny and the Enchilada.

Sonny roared, putting Percy's beat off, before his serpent tail came, biting deep into Percy's calf, making him cry out, before smacking him in the chest.

Riptide went flying (again) and through the hole in the floor.

Percy groaned, the poison, fire throughout his leg. He really needed to stop losing his sword.

He groaned as he got to his feet, or tried to, looking up to see Enchilada, furious, but satisfied. Percy got to his feet, shaking, his vision going dark.

Enchilada looked impressed. "Yes, son of Poseidon, you're impressive. But obviously, not enough, no."

Percy only had one hope left.

"Of course," Enchilada continued, "you could leap into the water. It would protect you, considering your heritage."

Percy shook his head. That would kill him, or… would it…

"Of course, you won't get there." Enchilada finished.

"Chimera? Right?" Percy asked, looking at Sonny. Annabeth's teaching went through his head.

Enchilada looked delighted. "Oh, yes! Very good."

Percy reached into his pocket. He pulled out the jelly beans.

Enchilada went on alert.

"What's that?"

"Jelly beans," Percy stated, his voice coming out weakly. He offered them. "You want one?"

Both monsters looked delighted. "Yeah, we would."

Enchilada reached in. "Awfully kind of you, considering we're going to kill you."

She threw a handful to Sonny before eating hers.

They started choking on the taste immediately.

Percy took his chance. He limped to the edge, and jumped as Enchilada and her brood started to turn to dust.

Percy's vision was almost black, but the jelly beans had pulled through. They'd destroyed the monsters, but, Percy mused, he wasn't in a much better shape as the water rose to meet him.

Annabeth tapped her foot impatiently.

She and Grover waited for Percy, as camera crews and reporters came out of nowhere to watch the Arch explode. Or a bit of it.

Grover gasped. "What about Percy?"

Annabeth realised who was up there again. "Wait, do you think he's okay?"

Grover shrugged. "He's probably dead. Shame that the last thing we did was give him those bird droppings to eat. He really thought they were jelly beans… I feel like shit."

Annabeth wiped away tears. She turned to see a camera rolling footage of Percy from earlier, from the bus, coming into Denver.

Unless she was mistaken… was that a wanted caption.

Grover and Annabeth watched as the TV crew talked about Percy and his mom; their disappearance, the lost mother, Percy blowing up buses, attacking people, the mist masking it all into one very real story. Gabe giving statements on Percy vicious nature (which made Annabeth want to hit him), but in the end it led to one thing: Percy seemed to be a fugitive.

Grover sighed. "Perce would have loved this."

Annabeth wasn't so sure about that, but still…

Then they heard footsteps.

They turned around as Percy came up to them, his shirt singed, hair ashy, a few cuts and bruises on his face and ripped hoody.

He made his way up, unsteadily, to Grover and Annabeth.

They went to intercept him. Percy stopped before clearing his throat.

"I jumped off the Arch."

Annabeth covered her mouth. "But that's over-"

Percy stopped her with a hand. "We have to go to Santa Monica beach."

He pushed past them before stopping, and turning back to Grover.

He reached into his pocket and took out the stupid fake jelly beans.

He put them in Grover's hand. "Thanks, but I think these are yours."

Please review. Badass Percy. But yeah, sorry if I can't get this out sooner. Boris Johnson on his bike was stopping me. The Olympics crapped my internet.

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