IS HE THE ONE ?

by realEniXx

Ever wondered what went through Annabeth's mind when she first saw Percy/when Percy was claimed and was given a quest/when Percy went through all the battles / when he fought with Ares? Get a sneek peek in Annabeth's mind while she travells though america with Percy and Grover in lightning thief from Annabet's POV .

10. Chapter 8 It's just not sensible, even

Chapter 8. It's just not sensible, even for Percy

Disclaimer:
This Fan fiction is based on Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson & the Olympians: the Lightning Thief book. I do not own any of the characters, books or really anything thing to do with the Lightning Thief. I'm just re-writing it in Annabeth's perspective.

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We were on the train for 48 hours, travelling west. Hopefully no monsters would attack us; Percy was tense, I could tell. He kept looked around like he expected something bad to happen. Was this boy progressively pessimistic or something? Did he LIKE having bad luck?
Although, I had to admit that we were having a pretty bad day. Some mortal on the bus had snapped Percy's pictured and now he was on the front cover of pretty much all the local newspapers.
I picked one up and looked at his picture. His hair was ruffled and his face was drawn and panicked. His eyes looked kind of... No Why did everything keep coming back to his eyes? Everybody has eyes, Argus has them all over his body and you're not constantly thinking about his eyes. That's because they're not cu- Right that's it. I forced my eyes away from Percy's face and read the caption instead, it read:

Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson, wanted for questioning in the Long Island disappearance of his mother two weeks ago, is shown here fleeing from the bus where he accosted several elderly female passengers. The bus exploded on an east New Jersey roadside shortly after Jackson fled the scene. Based on eyewitness accounts, police believe the boy may be travelling with two teenage accomplices. His stepfather, Gabe Ugliano, has offered a cash reward for information leading to his capture.

"Don't worry," I told Percy, noticing his worried expression, "Mortal police could never find us." But my voice didn't even sound very convincing to myself.
I leaned back against my seat tapping my foot with my eyes closed. What did my mother mean? This was all so confusing.
"The ones who you call your enemies are the ones you must hold onto with all your strength,"
What was all that about?

After collecting our reward money for returning Gladiola we got on a train to Denver. Getting a train further west would have been better but it was all that we could afford.
Percy sat beside me, his eyes closed, long, black eyelashes fanning out on his cheeks and casting a soft grey shadow. His lips were parted slightly but he didn't look peaceful.
His breathes came out in ragged pants like he was running. His face shaken and so childish...so alone, so scared and distressed.
"I won't help you." he moaned, shifting position slightly. He looked so restless... "No..." he choked, his voice sounded so small and helpless.
"Don't no, stop. I will not help you, I won't, I won't..." There was a new fierceness in his voice, his chin lifted up a fraction and I imagined that, if his eyes had been open, they would be burning with an wilful vehemence. His voice sound so strong and passionate compared to the small voice he has used earlier. He was demanding, he'd never give in. I could tell, he was on a mission and nobody was going to stop him.
Grover snored and bleated, waking Percy up. Moving around in his sleep so much that one of his fake feet dropped off, Percy and I stuck it back on fast before anyone could notice.
"So," I asked him putting Grover's fake foot back on. "Who wants your help?"
"What do you mean?" Idiot, it was you dream.
"When you were asleep just now, you mumbled, 'I won't help you.' Who were you dreaming about?"
Percy stared at me for a second, seeming reluctant to tell me. Then his eyes flashed with something like the need to tell someone what had happened:
"It was dark in my dream. I fell into this pit, it was big and wide but it felt like...something was trying to escape. It felt powerful and dark, evil." His eyes were dark like the clashes waves of a stormy ocean. "He said that I was too little and too young but maybe I'd do. The voice sounded old, really old. Ancient. He asked me to barter with him, that he'd give me what I wanted and then there was this image of my mother...before she disappeared. He laughed, he told me to help him rise and to strike a blow to the gods."
What? That didn't sound like Hades, but who could possibly offer a barter with Percy's mother? The pit that Percy had described was clearly in the Underworld.
"That doesn't sound like Hades. He always appears on a black throne, and he never laughs."
"He offered my mother in trade. Who else could do that?"
I didn't know of anyone else who could do that, Analyse every detail carefully. My mother's voice echoed around in my head.
"I guess...if he meant, 'Help me rise from the Underworld.' If he wants war with the Olympians. But why ask you to bring him the master bolt if he already has it?" I looked at Percy hopefully. Come on Percy, think for a second I thought. Please.
Naturally, he shook his head, looking pretty confused. Come to think of it he always looked confused and clueless.
Percy stiffened, he looked desperate and his face now looked oddly...calculating? Percy was never; I narrowed my eyes at him. Grover snorted and said something about vegetables then turned his head over once again, continuing his snoring.
After fixing Grover's capped so it covered his goat horns I turned back to Percy. Great, why did I wish for the boy to think. Now he's got all sorts of Seaweed Brain thoughts in his head.
"Percy, you can't barter with Hades. You know that, right?" I snorted inwardly. Stupid question, of course he didn't. "He's deceitful, heartless and greedy. I don't care if his Kindly Ones weren't as aggressive this time—"
"This time?" Percy asked. "You mean you've run into them before?" Why did I say that?
Hades was merciless, he didn't care for anyone but himself. He had no conscience; he was just cruel to the bone. He took her away... I could feel a lump building in my throat, I swallowed hard and shook off my emotions. Trying my best to my voice sharp and flippant.
"Let's just say I've got no love for the Lord of the Dead. You can't be tempted to make a deal for your mom."
"What would you do if it was your dad?"
My dad. He didn't love me, he didn't even care if I lived or died. He didn't want me he just wanted his regular mortal family. Why should I care about him either?
"That's easy," I said. "I'd leave him to rot."
Percy's eyebrows shot up into his disarrayed hair.
"You're not serious?"
Why would I be joking? I hated my dad and that was it. I wouldn't save him, end of story.
Looking at Percy dead in the eyes, I spoke to him:
"My dad's resented me since the day I was born, Percy," I explained. It was easy to say; it was the cold, hard truth and Percy ought to know it.
"When he got me, he asked Athena to take me back and raise me on Olympus because he was to busy with his work."
His work was more important to him than I was. His own child. Well I don't need him; no sir.
"She wasn't happy about that. She told him heroes had to be raised by their mortal parents.
"But how...I mean, I guess you weren't born in a hospital..." No, I wasn't. Actually I wasn't really born. But I didn't want to go through all of it, it was private and Percy might...not have treated me the same way.
"I appeared on my father's doorstep, in a golden cradle, carried down from Olympus by Zephyr the West Wind. You'd think my dad would remember that as a miracle, right? Like, maybe he'd take some digital photos or something." I could feel myself getting mad, the words were flooding out now but I was too agitated to stop.
"But he always talked about my arrival as if it were the most inconvenient thing that ever happened to him. When I was five he got married and totally forgot about Athena. He got a "regular" mortal wife, and had two "regular" mortal kids, and tried to pretend I didn't exist."
I finally finished talking and glared at my Yankees cap. My dad didn't care about me and that was fine. There was nothing wrong with that, I was totally okay with that. That was all good. That was just fine; no it was more than fine. It was just marvellous! Yes, my father should continue to pay attention to his oh-so normal family and just get on with his life. He should continue living happily without me. That would be great. Absolutely fine, tip top, 100% great. Just fine. Couldn't be bet-
I looked up, Percy was speaking to me. "-married a really awful guy," Percy was saying. "Grover said she did it to protect me, to hide me in the scent of a human family. Maybe that's what your dad was thinking." Like my dad would try and marry a mortal to protect me, Gods he regrets my very birth.
"He doesn't care about me," It was a thought that I hadn't meant to say out loud but now Percy was looking at me, his eyes blazed with curiosity. I could tell he was trying not to pressure me into telling him, I sighed, I figured I better let him have the satisfaction of knowing just this once.
"His wife- my stepmum- treated me like a freak. She wouldn't let me play with her children. My dad went along with her. Whenever something dangerous happened- you know, something with monsters- they would both look at me resentfully, like, 'How dare you put our family at risk!' Finally, I took the hint. I wasn't wanted. I ran away.
"How old were you?"
"Same age as when I started camp. Seven."
"But...you couldn't have got all the way to Half-Blood Hill by yourself."
No, I couldn't have. But I had help...
"Not alone, no. Athena watch over me, guided me towards help. I made a couple of unexpected friends who took care of me, for a short time, anyway."
My time with her faded to fast... All I had was her memory now, she'd been snatched away from me, she was like my sister and best friend all rolled into one. Now she was...gone. Unfairly taken, Hades was a sadist, a creature that fed on other's hurt. He had no compassion; he was incapable of forming such deep emotion. The only thing that mattered to him was death...and sooner or later everyone had to surrender to it.
I sat there on the train thinking and my father and Hades and...the friends I'd met when I was seven.

Awhile after our first day on the train- June 13 according to the local newspaper and just over a week before the summer solstice we travelled through St. Louis, home of the astounding Gateway Arch, it was absolutely breathtaking. Perfectly curved at just the right degree and smoothed over carefully. Statuesque. Beautiful, captivating and flawless.
"I want to do that," I sighed.
"What?" Percy asked.
"Build something like that. You ever seen the Parthenon, Percy?"
"Only in pictures."
"Someday, I'm going to see it in person. I'm going to build the greatest monument to the Gods ever. Something that'll last a thousand years."
Percy's eyes twinkled and he laughed. "You? An architect?" Anger flared up inside me like a blowtorch. Just because he wasn't sophisticated enough to do something productive with his time. His laugh is kind of nice, soft but somehow rough yet not too rough. Childish, free. A part of my mind told me. Shut up! I yelled back it it. I was fed up with how I was reacting to this kid, he was just like any other boy. WHY did I keep on thinking about his eyes and his hair and now his laugh. WHY? For some reason this just made me angrier. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Yes, an architect. Athena expects her children to create things, not just tear them down, like a certain god of the earthquakes I could mention."
I immediately regretted it, Percy's cheerful face dropped, he stared outside the window into the murky brown sea.
"Sorry," I told him. "That was mean."
He looked at me. "Can't we work together a little?" His voice almost begging. "I mean, didn't Athena and Poseidon ever cooperate."
I had to sift through about 50 events that Athena and Poseidon had shared to come up with an answer. "I guess...the chariot." I said, hesitantly. I wasn't too keen on were this was going.
"Then we can cooperate too. Right?"
I didn't say anything, I stared at the Gateway Arch until it was no longer in view.
The ones who you call your enemies are the ones you must hold onto with all your strength. No matter how horrendous they are. What would my mother do? She was the wisest person in the whole world. If she was saying that I should hold onto my enemies with all my strength then...
"I suppose," I said flatly as the train slowed to a halt in the Amtrak station. The intercom announced that we'd have a 3 hour wait until the train would leave again for Denver.
Grover stretched. "Food." he moaned before his eyes were even fully open. I smiled. Good old Goat Boy.
"Come on, goat boy, sightseeing."
"Sightseeing?" he didn't look very pleased by this; he was more interesting in getting food.
"The Gateway Arch," I told him. "This may be my only chance to ride to the top. Are you coming or not?"
Percy and Grover looked at each other, exchanging glances until Grover shrugged. "As long as there's a snack bar without monsters."

We got to the Arch pretty quickly as it wasn't all that far to walk to and the lines were fairly short which (while being convenient for us) I thought was pretty unfortunate. People were missing out in a once in a lifetime chance to ride on one of the world's greatest monumental structures. Hello! These people were mad not to come and visit it.
We looked through the ground floor of the museum; there were all sorts of fascinating stuff like antique wagons from the 19th century. I explained how the Arch was built, Percy didn't seem to be listening, and he seemed more interesting in sharing Grover's jelly beans than anything else which was really a shame. The boy really needed to expand his knowledge but oh well. His loss. Percy kept glancing around at the people in the line, checking if they were monsters. Any other time I would've told him not to jinx it but now it was actually pretty acceptable considering that we'd recently: a) escaped from the Furies and ran into b) Medusa's workshop where she c) tried to turn us into stone.
"You smell anything?" Percy muttered to Grover who removed his nose from the jelly bean bag for about a nanosecond before dipping his face back into it. "Underground," he said the word like it was some sort of curse. "Underground air always smells like monsters. Probably doesn't mean anything."
I turned to a poster on the construction equipment used on the arched. "Guys?" Percy's voice called from behind me. "You know the gods' symbol of power?" I looked over my shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Well, Hade-"
I rolled my eyes; trust SB to say a God's name in a Nation Monument. Grover cleared his throat. "We're in a public place...You mean, our friend downstairs."
"Um, right," Percy said. "Our friend way downstairs. Doesn't he have a hat like Annabeth's?"
"You mean the Helm of Darkness," I explained. "Yeah, that's his symbol of power. I saw it next to his seat during the winter solstice council meeting."
"He was there?"
I nodded; wondering where he was going with this. "It's the only time he's allowed to visit Olympus- the darkest day of the year. But his helmet is a lot more powerful than my invisibility hat, if what I've hear is true..." I trailed off, a sudden realisation hit me.
"It allows him to become darkness," Grover supplied. "He can melt into shadow or pass through walls. He can't be touched, or seen, or heard. And he can radiate fear so intense it can drive you insane or stop your heart. Why do you think all rational creatures fear the dark?"
Percy frowned. "But then...how do we know he's not here right now, watching us?"
I hadn't thought of that aspect before, Grover and I silently discussed the matter with our eyes. Trying to find some loophole so that we could all laugh and just say "No, of course he can't spy on us in the Gateway Arch. We're perfectly safe and we won't be driven mad or die of dear." Unfortunately, like many other things, it didn't happen.
"We don't." Grover concluded.
"Thanks, that makes me feel a lot better," Percy said. "Got any blue jelly beans left?"
We got put in a dainty little elevator, it was so wonderfully designed and let just the right amount of natural light in to give it a warm glow.
I noticed Percy staring at an overweight woman with a dog, I wanted to nudge him and tell him not to be so rude. We didn't need to draw any attention to ourselves but before I could the lady began to speak.
"No parents?" she asked.
I noticed that her eyes seemed incredibly bright and rounded, yet somehow opaque and obscured. I'd seen those eyes before but I just couldn't pinpoint them...
I realised that no one else was saying anything.
"There below," I said, trying to sound polite and convincing. "Scared of heights."
"Oh poor darlings." I couldn't stop staring despite myself; there was something about those eyes... I knew I'd seen them somewhere. The dog growled, maybe if I'd looked at the dog properly I might of noticed that the lady's eyes were animal-like I could of saved yourself a lot of trouble. Go ahead call me foolish.
"Now, now, sonny. Behave." the lady chided.
"Sonny. Is that his name?" Percy asked.
"No," What? I thought, that was pretty weird but I was to busy looking out of the window to really think about it that much. The view was astoundingly striking and refreshing. They were rows of dainty little windows that provided a brilliant view of the city, all the building looked as if they had been deeply thought about before they were constructed. Every brick fit consecutively in the other and each corner was sharp and linked to another edge. Sharp lines, gentle curves. Roughness and smoothness combined to produce the perfect buildings.
I told Percy and Grover about the structural supports and how I would've improved it. I was just getting to explaining the weight-to-height ratio formula when the park ranger said that the observation deck would be closing in 3 minutes. That was such a shame.
Percy, I noticed, was more than a little eager to get us of there. He grabbed Grover and I by the shoulder and all but carried us over to the nearest elevator. I frowned but he didn't seem to notice, when we got to the elevator Percy pushed Grover and I in. I noticed that there were already two people inside it, the maximum load was 4.
"Next car, sir." said the park ranger.
"We'll get out," I said. It was way to dangerous to leave Seaweed Brain alone, knowing him he'd be just bound to get into trouble. "We'll wait with you."
"Naw, it's okay," he said although his tone was uncertain. "I'll see you guys at the bottom."
No, no way are you letting Percy out of your sight. He had a vacancy on the top floor. But I remembered how I had told Percy that we'd try to work together. I had to believe in him just a little, right? What could possibly go wrong, we were in the Gateway Arch for the gods' sake. Monsters wouldn't be able to get through security and if Hades was watching us he wouldn't just appear in public. He wouldn't do anything that rush, he'd bide his time and then try to lure Percy in when we reached Underworld. So, unthinking as it was, I let the doors shut.
Grover shuffled uneasily, his goat eyes worried. "I don't think we should have let him go."
"He'll be fine," I said. I tried to make the word sound like I really meant it, I needed to believe in Percy more. We were a team, we needed to work together and we needed to at least rely on each other to take a 3 minute ride down an elevator.
The elevator door gave a ding and the door slid open. Grover and I walked outside into the daylight.
Grover stood there for all of two seconds and then said: "He's not here. Why isn't he here?"
"He'll be here," I told him. Trying to sound sure of myself. "His car will probably arrive in a minute, he got in after us, remember?"
I stared up at the Gateway Arch where I could see the little cars moving up and down. It was an intirly logical point, naturally Percy would come down after us, but I still had the feeling that something bad was going to happen. I tried to block it out.
So we stood there and waited and waited and waited and waited. We waited for 10 minutes.
Well I waited, Grover started pulling chunks of fabric off from his sweater and chewed on it absentmindedly. His forehead creased with lines of worry. The mortals didn't seem to see anything wrong, I wondered what the Mist made the mortals see. Grover eating a chicken leg? I half-snorted at the thought of Grover eating meat, he was, as he did say for himself "A vegetarian." One who ate tin cans and cheese enchiladas.
Grover bleated nervously. "Maybe we should go."
"No," I said. "Percy will be looking for us when he comes down. We don't want to get mixed up." But I couldn't help scanning around the green, looking for him. I knew that this was bad for the whole trust thing but I couldn't help it, why wasn't he here?
"Annabeth, he should be down here by now. There's no way that the car can take this long to get here."
I took one last look around me. No sign of Percy and before I knew it I was stalking forward with Grover following closely behind me. I frowned; I guess the whole trust thing had gone completely out of the window. I didn't know where I was going but I was just walking around. Maybe the little idiot had taken a wrong turn and gotten lost. With his room-temperature IQ I guessed it could be easily done but somehow I knew that that wasn't the case.
I pulled Grover around who was, at this point, practically tearing off his whole sleeve. I didn't know how long we'd been looking for him know, I was losing track of time.
There was a sound of a space shuttle taking off from earth. A bang that was deafening, even though it was at least a whole mile off from where we were. I spun around, running toward the sound of the bang, Grover swallowed a mouthful of nylon and ran after me, bleating like mad. I pushed people out of the way as I ran, screw the trust, I needed to find Percy. Now.
Something was wrong and I knew it. We were just outside the thin line of trees that surrounded the Arch when we were stopped by two men in police uniform. But why would they be here? Not for anything good.
Shut up.
"This is a restricted area," the tallest man said. He had thinning grey-brown hair and his lips were turned downwards, even as he spoke, long frown lines were draw out across his jaw.
"We would appreciate if you would vacate this premises."
I looked behind them and noticed that the area was taped off with a thin bright yellow which was wrapped around several orange cones with luminous strips wrapped around them. A siren roared in the distance.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude but-"
The shorter, plumper man began to speak. His voice was rough and crackly; it reminded me of sand paper. He looked bored and spoke with a voice so monotonous it almost sounded mechanical.
"Please vacate the premises. With have important matters to be dealing with now, shoo. Hurry along. Go on now, off, off. Shoo." He waved his hand at us as if we were pigeons making a nuisance by messing up the garden.
Grover spoke now, his voice was weak and pleading. "Sir, please. What's happened?"
But he didn't need to ask, a news van pulled up on the curve and a man dressed in a smart grey suit and a beige tie stepped outside as did an equally smartly-dressed man.
"Now, tell me Dan, what has happened here?"
"The Gateway Arch has just suffered from an extreme explosion, the cause is not yet clear but it is thought that-"
Extreme explosion! I suddenly felt dizzy. Grover was whimpering beside me and starting to chew on his other sleeve.
Why? Why did I leave him? I had the sudden feeling that I was going to be sick right there and then. Until I saw a streak of dark hair, jet black hair, blue black hair. Covering deep green eyes.
"Perr-cy!" Grover cried, slamming into Percy and pulling him into an almost-suffocating hug. But I myself was having a trouble with retraining my joy. "We thought you'd gone to Hades the hard way!"
I stood behind Grover and tried to make myself look irate and condemning but it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my back and the was nausea disappearing.
"We can't leave you alone for five minutes! What happened?"
"I sort of fell." He. Fell. Off. The. Gateway. Arch.
"Percy! Two hundred metres?" No way could he have survived the impact of the water from that high up. Nobody could that, it was impossible, unthinkable.
"Gangway!" the tall policeman shouted. Everyone moved to one side and two paramedics came forward, pushing a hysterical woman lying down on a stretcher.
"And then this huge dog, this huge fire-breathing Chihuahua-"
"Okay, ma'am," one of the paramedics said in a soothing voice. "Just calm down. Your family is fine. the medication is starting to kick in." Fire-breathing Chihuahua?
"I'm not crazy!" the lady insisted. "The boy jumped out of the hole and the monster disappeared." she looked at Percy with wide eyes full of surprise and horror. "There he is! That's the boy!" Percy spun around quickly and pulled Grover and I away.
Monster, fire-breathing Chihuahua, jumping from the top of the Gateway Arch?
"What's going on?" How much trouble could this boy get into in a secure elevator that measured only a metre in width and was no bigger than a typical greenhouse. "Was she talking about the Chihuahua on the elevator?"
"I went into the other elevator and there was the lady with the dog. She said it was a Chimera actually though I thought it looked a lot like a Chihuahua and-"
"Percy!" The boy shouldn't let his mind wonder, it's too little to be left out.
"What?" he asked, completely clueless.
I rolled my eyes. "The fire-breathing dog?" I prompted.
"And the jumping out of the Arch," Grover put in.
"Well, yeah. So the woman grew a forked tongue and she said she was Echidna," Echidna, how could I've been so stupid. Animal eyes. Echidna was the mother of all monsters, most of which came disguised as animals...such as Chimeras. "So I told her that I thought that was some kind of anteater..."
"You told Echidna that you thought her name was some kind of anteater," Grover exclaimed, eyebrows raised. "You don't want to offend Echidna, when you do..."
"She unleashes her monsters on you." I finished. Stupid Percy only he could tell the mother of all monsters that her name was some kind of anteater. I mean it is but come on, common logic, you don't going around telling people there names sound like an animal that eats ants.
It's just not logical, even for Percy.
"I know," he said. "And it bit me."
"You let a Fire-breathing Chimera bite you. What were you thinking?" Apparently nothing too good. When Percy thinks the outcome is never quite amazing.
"They're poisonous!" Grover yelled.
Yes, yes they were. Percy should've been long dead by now, how had he survived a bite from Echidna's son.
"Well, yeah. I found that out pretty fast."
"But how are you still alive?!"
Percy turned his face toward me, his eyes hurt. Grover looked at me, shaking his head with disappointment.
"What? No, I didn't mean it that way. I just...I..." It wasn't like I wanted Percy to die, he was my ticket to the mortal world and we had to work as a team. Plus, when I had thought he was dead just then...it was a horrible feeling that I never wanted to experience again. I was worried about him, more than I probably wanted to admit.
Percy looked away from me and continued his story. "My sword got knocked out of my hand and I had no way to defend myself. Echidna said that I should jump, prove my bloodline."
"So you jumped?" Grover asked.
"Yeah,"
"But how...oh," I realised with a start. Prove his bloodline. It was another stupid Son-of-Poseidon power of his. How many powers had this boy inherited from his stupid father? It's like having a mini Poseidon walking around with you all day, but I secretly thought. Somewhere in my heart, that it was a really useful skill. It had saved his life and that was worth a lot more than parentage.
"What?" Grover asked.
"His father saved him." I explained.
"Yeah," Percy said. "I jumped and hit the water. But it didn't hurt and when I submerged I could breathe. Everything I touched turned dry."
"Cool." Grover grinned. Percy smiled back.
"I got my sword and there was this lady...underwater. She gave me a message she said my father believed in me," his eyes glowed with a strange light that I couldn't pinpoint exactly. It was something like happiness peaking out through blankets of sorrow. A candle at midnight. "She said my mother's fate is not as hopeless as I believe and that I should go to Santa Monica. She said it was my father's will."
Grover's face brightened. "Whoa," he said. "We've got to get you to Santa Monica! You can't ignore a summons from your
dad."
I was about to tell Percy that maybe it was best not to go, after all it could be a trick from Hades to lure Percy in. Who knows, that underwater lady could've just be a messenger from him. But before I could say anything the news reporter from earlier was saying: "Percy Jackson. That's right, Dan. Channel Twelve has learned that the boy who may have caused this explosion fits the description if a young man wanted by the authorities for a serious New Jersey bus accident three days ago. And the boy is believed to be travelling west. For our viewers at home, here is a photo of Percy Jackson."
We all hid behind a nearby news reporter van and then crept into an alley.
"First things first," Percy said to Grover. "We've got to get out of town!"
We managed to get back to the station without being recognised, which was very lucky. I wondered if it was the Mist but it only covered monsters, that was something interesting to look into. The Mist or sheer mortal ignorance? We jumped on the train just before it pulled out of the station for the second part of the journey to Denver and the outside light faded away to black, leaving only the distant sound of sirens roaring and flashing lights.

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