Adjusting to normality.
Chapter Nine.
Written by dippindots326
I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Rick Riordan does.
Monica woke up a few hours later feeling extremely happy. She remembered Sea coming, they talked they kissed, they kissed a lot, then he passed out in her arms. His head nestled between her breasts, he looked like an innocent child, and the furrow between his eyebrows, the constant grimace on his face, disappeared.
She yawned and looked down at Sea. Then she frowned. He wasn't there. She scanned her apartment. He was nowhere to be seen. He had left again. But she had a feeling that this time he would come back.
A low whistle came from across the room. Startled, Monica looked up, and beheld a curious person.
He had a tan face, darkish brown hair, and ordinary clothes. He was twirling a pencil in his fingers expertly. A sure sign he didn't have much of a life, in her experience. She knew at once that this person was cruel, vain, and stupid. She could read people like that.
"Who are you?" Monica asked, eyes darting around the room looking for a possible weapon.
He didn't answer. He just grinned, showing his very pointy teeth.
Monica picked up the glass Sea had drunk from and threw it at him, just as he lunged. It shattered across his face with a beautiful smash. He screamed a piece of glass or two stuck in his face. Monica grabbed for her stool, but suddenly he was standing in front of her. With one strike, she was knocked across the room and out cold.
John turned down a dark alley, with a large bulky bag slung over his shoulder. Nico was pretty lightweight, so he carried him easily. Nico himself had been put to sleep, so he wouldn't move too much and give them away. They would wake him once the fight started.
However, John had an agenda of his own. He didn't really care what happened to Percy and Nico or Annabeth, although he would like to fuck her before he moved on. He just needed to get rid of Artagan, so he would be free to go wherever he wanted again, without being stalked by the fucking creeper. The sky was the gray of a drizzly day, and he shifted Nico uncomfortably on his back. Once the fight started, he would have to take out Artagan first. Sea was probably the biggest threat, though Davis could prove to be a problem. He'd only met Davis once, and that was enough, thank you very much. He thought the same about Sea and Artagan, but Artagan had a habit of following him, and Sea had a habit of following Artagan. He didn't know if Percy would be any help in a fight, but if he got an opportunity, he would take him out too. John was really just a bastard at heart.
Davis was thin and short, maybe 5' 4'' at the most. His hair was an unnerving white, and his eyes were empty as clouds. He was the son of Kronos, and as a direct result of this, had lived unnaturally long in a very young state. His weapon was a scythe, like his fathers, but he was more skilled than Kronos with it. He didn't have unlimited power to draw upon, so he had decided to focus his training on something he could rely on. He rarely spoke, and when he did it was usually something unimportant or trivial. Out of the three demi-titans, he was without a doubt the creepiest. He was, for all intents and purposes, an empty puppet for Artagan to play with.
He sat in the large abandoned warehouse that was their designated meeting spot in his English school boy outfit just as Artagan came in, with Monica unconscious over his shoulder. Instead of greeting him, he cocked his head to the side slowly, his mouth opening a little. Artagan already knew what he wanted to know.
"Found her at an apartment Sea went to. Thought she might come in handy after the ritual is done, y'know?"
"I see." Said Davis, his soft voice barely reaching Artagans ears. Other than raising his eyebrows a fraction of a millimeter, he showed no reaction. Davis was more of a tool than a person. He had lost all ambition after his first century of life, and by the end of his second he was a vegetable. Artagan's schemes just gave him something to do with his spare time. That and he wanted what the ritual would bring. The return of not only the monsters, but possibly some of the minor titans, and perhaps even an elder god, that existed before the other known deities. They were creatures that writhed in the darkness before there was anything else.
The ritual was really quite simple. One hundred half blood corpses all burned as an offering. The Olympians would never accept such a thing, but the fallen ones; they would do anything to get back on top of the pile. The sheer evil of such an act would wake them up. Sometimes he envied the Christians. It must be so simple to only have one god.
"You know Sea well." Davis stopped talking again.
Artagan began tying her up.
"I know."
Monica woke up slowly, her vision spinning as if it was a fly buzzing around her face. Her dark hair blocked her vision, and her arms and legs were bound to a chair she was sitting on. She had an incredible headache, and her mind was foggy still, as if she was in a dream.
A low chuckle came from somewhere on her right. Then she heard him, the man who had attacked her in her apartment. "So you're Sea's new plaything?" A hand brushed her hair behind her ears, and she saw his face clearly. Bloodshot red eyes, dirty blonde-ish hair, very sharp teeth. "You know girl," he whispered into her ear, his repulsive breath against her cheek, "I wouldn't mind playing with you."
He nibbled on her earlobe and grabbed both her breasts. Monica was blushing furiously. Fortunately, she had taken lessons about what to do when someone was assaulting you, due to her decision to move to New York. Unfortunately, most of the moves involved hitting the groin, so she had to improvise.
"Fuck you." She said calmly.
He stopped groping for one second. "Huh?"
Monica turned around sharply and bashed his nose with her head. She felt something warm hit her, and she knew she had been successful. Artagan was clutching his nose, but rivulets of blood still slipped through his fingers. Artagan screamed, "Little bitch!" and struck her across the face. Her chair keeled over on the impact, and she fell hard on her shoulder. Artagan set her upright again, only to slap her over once more.
He picked her up again, and raised his hand again when suddenly he stopped. His eyes darted around, and he sniffed the air. Then he grinned, a little kid at his birthday party. He slinked very close to Monica, and whispered excitedly in her ear, "He's here. It's about to start." He looked like someone watching the opening scene of a movie they had been dying to see. From somewhere, he pulled a rag, and stuffed it into her mouth. "We don't want you interrupting anything," he said as he picked her up, "so we have to put you somewhere out of the way." He put her down behind a large pile of boxes, doubled checked her bindings and gag, and slapped her ass playfully as he walked away.
Monica felt sobs rising in her throat, and tears pouring down her face. But she couldn't make a sound.
"You're late Sea" Artagan said loudly, "what took you?"
Sea walked into the warehouse slowly and looked around. The darkness was penetrated by a single beam of light, and behind it empty boxes towered like mountains.
"Where is John?" asked Sea, not bothering to respond to Artagan. Davis was resting on his chair with his head on his chin, spinning his scythe slowly between his fingers. "There."
As he spoke, John walked in, with Nico over his shoulder in a bag. He unloaded his passenger, and stood, arms crossed.
Nobody spoke.
Percy was slowly sneaking around the railing on the second floor of the warehouse. He could see everyone from up there, and was deciding which one was the most dangerous. A white haired boy he hadn't seen before was spinning a huge scythe between two fingers. That's pretty creepy. There was Sea, as dangerous looking as ever. Then there was Artagan, who was just weird. Sea was probably the biggest threat there, though he would have to watch out for the scythe kid. He stepped onto the rafters, and snuck across them until he was directly above Sea, and when the signal came, he would be able to jump down and plant the sword neatly into Sea's head. No problem.
Annabeth snuck quietly behind the piles of boxes, knife in hand. From the rafters, Percy had given the signal that everyone was there, which is why she was very surprised to find a girl, about her age, gagged and bound to a chair. Annabeth quickly cut the bindings and removed the gag. The girl had a beautiful face, wavy dark brown hair, and an amazing figure. Annabeth felt a little self conscious. "Are you okay?" she whispered. The girl opened her mouth to talk, but Annabeth covered it. "Whisper only. If they notice me then the entire plan will be ruined. Monica nodded, and Annabeth removed her hand. "I'm Monica," she said. Together they peaked out from behind the boxes. Everyone was focused on John. "Is that Sea?" asked Monica, surprised.
"You know him?"
Nico woke up right on time. He immediately coughed lightly, giving the signal for everyone to start. Suddenly everyone had their weapons drawn. Everyone except Davis. Davis had fallen asleep. There was a flash of light above Sea's head. Only Monica looked up, just in time to see Percy leap off the rafter and dive, sword first, towards Sea's head.
"Sea look out!" she screamed. Sea turned around, shock written on his face, when Riptide went straight through the right side of his chest, pinning him to the floor.
"Sea!" Monica screamed again.
Meanwhile Artagan was fighting Nico and John at the same time. Fire danced around his sword as he traded blows with Nico, and dodged arrows from John. Davis woke up then, and saw everyone was fighting. Yawning he turned around and held up his scythe, blocking Annabeth's knife perfectly. He then planted the butt of the scythe in Annabeth's sternum, sending her tumbling backwards.
Sea was still pinned to the ground, trying to pull Riptide out of him. Percy was standing flabbergasted over him.
"How the hell are you not dead?" he asked surprised. Sea replied by pulling Alumen out of his pocket, and sweeping Percy off his feet in one quick stroke. He pulled out Riptide and sat up, dazed.
"Sea!" Monica grabbed him. "We need to get out of here! You need to get to the hospital your bleeding!"
"I'll be fine. Monica how did you get here?" Sea asked, confused.
"He" she pointed at Artagan, "kidnapped me and was about to rape me when you showed up! But that's not important, we need to go!"
Sea stood up, his eyes on Artagan. He raised Alumen, and swung it at him, the whips tip hissed towards him like a bullet.
TBC