Bruises
Um...
Kronos.
Who was Kronos?
Percy was having blackouts again, and honestly, all he could remember was his father yelling for him to "stay away from Kronos."
Wasn't Kronos that king titan that ate all of his kids?
Ahh, yeah.
NOT.
How the hell were you supposed to stay away from a nonexistent...thing?
Kronos.
And...done.
No more thinking about crime lords or children-eating titans.
Attack on Titan had enough of that to last Percy a lifetime.
And they had a second season coming too.
WHAT THE HECK?
Percy fell back onto the hospital pallet, bored as hell. He'd been unconscious for almost a month-in a coma, Apollo had said.
His reaction?
Oh...yeah.
He really didn't have one except for laughing like a moron over this video of a cat getting spooked by a lizard half and hour later.
All in all, he was going stir-crazy.
GARGHHH, he even missed school.
He started school again next Monday.
It had taken a crap-ton of begging, and then a whole crap-ton more.
Suffice to say, it worked.
He was walking down the halls of Goode Academy, with a hoodie on over his school-issued uniform.
Yet, he couldn't somehow ignore the stares.
Everywhere.
So many people.
And they were all looking at him.
Staring at him.
Wondering.
He'd been shot.
He'd almost died.
Why couldn't there be any normalcy in his life?
For as long as he could remember, his family had been a little odd. His father was at work fourteen hours a day. His mother had worked too, just only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. His father always stuck his tongue out at the television whenever Hades, Zeus, Hera, or Athena came up on the news.
He'd handed that habit down to Percy.
Percy could still remember when his father had been killed.
It had been late at night, a week after fifth grade had ended.
Percy had been in the car with his dad, as they drove down the highway to Athens. The duo had been out picking up groceries for Percy's mom. All of a sudden, the car jerked to a stop, and men dressed in black shot out of nowhere. It was almost like they were ninjas. Percy's father had pulled out a gun from the compartment that he had told the boy never to touch. Gunshots echoed in the air, and Percy felt blood trickled down his face as one of the bullets from the men grazed past his cheek. Turning to him, the older man whispered in his son's ear,
"Percy please. Go hide somewhere. Whatever you do, stay away from Kronos. Please Percy, go. GO!" Percy had run behind one of the bushes on the roadside, trembling in the summer air.
He'd never forget how they killed him.
He'd never erase the image from his mind.
Percy knew that he would always remember how the droplets of red blood flew past him, how they shattered against his skin.
How the men began to search for him.
How he heard a scream pierce through the air, and he realized that it was his.
He knew he'd remember how the police sirens wailed as they tore up the streets, and how fast the men ran.
They never found the men.
And Percy never told a soul about what his father's final words were.
Not a soul aside from him knew how his father had died.
But it had scarred him for life.
Percy shook the flashing images from his mind, and pushed on to his locker. Annabeth was waiting for him there, and she smiled at him, and waved. Piper and Hazel were standing with her, grinning like Cheshire Cats.
"Hey Percy, what's up?"
Percy shrugged, slowly inching towards his locker, because honestly, the wide ear-to-ear smiles were sort of creeping him out.
You only got looks like that when somebody was either a) going to prank you, or b) going to tell somebody you hated a deep, dark secret that they had somehow unearthed.
Ah social scales in high school sucked serious shit.
(Wow, he was getting a mouth.)
Banging the combination into the lock, Percy opened his locker, placing his backpack gingerly inside, as to not break its fragile contents.
Yes, he, Percy Jackson was going to ask Annabeth Chase out.
You could practically see the nervousness radiating off of him.
Yeah, high school rocked.
Praise Ciel Phantomhive, I got it done!
Guys, I am so sorry about the late update.
I was not dead, only in Mexico.
Still, complete bollocks.
The bloody WiFi cost money!
And, since I write from my phone, and I don't have an International Calling plan, no LTE either.
Sorrrryyyyy.
Yeah, I have no idea what exactly this chapter was trying to achieve. Maybe a set up for a big blow up.
Or, maybe it's a filler.
DUN DUN DUNNNN.
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