Chapter 11: A Nymphomaniac Part II, Surprise Additions, Crusty Part I

A/N: I hope that everyone enjoyed the contents of Chapter 10! I wanted to say sorry that it has been going so slowly, I mean, at this rate I will probably reach Chapter 20 before the end of The Lightning Thief. That is not my plan whatsoever. So I will be trying to speed it up a little bit, especially since I may start to get ideas jumbled together. I mean, I find that if I plan out what to write, my writing ends up worse. So, I only do a summary and basic notes to myself, the rest I keep in my head. So yeah, there is my little rant. Anyway, before we get to the story, I would like to thank I'm not ofreakingkay for reminding me that Ananke is also the Protogenoi Goddess of Inevitability. So yeah, on with the story!

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OriksGaming: Yeah, seriously, I did. And what is wrong with his actual name? He is Percy after all, so therefore, he is Rick's character. I decided to keep his name true to the canon that didn't even give his middle name enough spotlight. Just be glad I don't make someone nickname him Theodore or Theo.

SilentSniper05: To be honest, I love Percabeth in the canon, so it was my way of kind of being like: "Sorry Annabeth, but Percy belongs to Chaos now.". As for Carly bringing it up, well to be honest, I had thought about it but I decided not to for a reason that I am still pondering. PM me if you would like to know what I have in mind.

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Chapter 10

Percy Point of View

Hey retard, I thought to myself, before continuing, you can breathe underwater!

Oh yeah! I thought, responding to myself as I pretended to have a conversation.

I would like to think that I would have stopped there by myself, but sadly, I didn't get much choice in how I stopped. Instead of me halting my own temporary insanity, I found myself slowly losing my pants. Now let me tell you, when you lose your bearings on your surroundings and then somehow you start losing your pants, well it's fucking freaky as Hades. Looking down, I found a girl on her knees and undoing the clasp of my jeans. Her hair, which was floating around in the water, was on the lighter side…almost auburn, but slightly lighter. The dress she wore was floating around her as well

In a situation like this, one can only truly find three words to say and I said just that.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I roared at the top of my lungs.

Now:

Chapter 11

Percy Point of View

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I roared at the top of my lungs.

This startled the woman on her knees, causing her to look up from me, unashamedly. She just continued to look at me for a minute, hands still on the clasp of my jeans, leaving them undone. The woman's eyes were a darker shade of sea-green, so dark in fact, that they were almost black with the lack of light providing illumination. The dress that I had noticed earlier, still floated about as I finally took notice that it was white. The color, that ironically, stood for purity.

Wonder if she really is pure if she is going around, raping unsuspecting men. I thought, once again allowing myself to be distracted.

A big mistake on my part, because I shook myself from my thoughts once more to find my jeans around my ankles. The woman was glaring at my boxer briefs, apparently angry with them for hiding my more private areas from the world, including her. Taking this chance, I willed the currents of the river to push her a safe distance away, but I immediately came across strong resistance. Given who my father was, it wasn't very strong resistance, especially since I was trained. However, it did make me have a rather important epiphany.

"You're the nymph of this river!" I exclaimed, happy to have discovered this fact and found the chance to pull my pants back up.

The nymph watched, sadness apparent in her eyes as she responded, "Yes, I am. And I haven't really had any decent cock in the past century." She finished, a sliver of hope returning to her eyes.

"Sorry, but I am already taken. Not going to happen." I said, an idea beginning to form in my head.

"I-I understand." The nymph spoke glumly. She really did need a good thrashing again, she craved for one, considering that she was addicted to sex.

"I think I could hook you up with someone who could satisfy all of your needs…" I responded, trailing off at the end to catch her attention. I could almost see the hope immediately begin streaming out of her eyes like tears, ready to form four new rivers.

"Who? Who would want to fill my tight, little-" The nymph began excitedly, before I interrupted her, not wanting to listen to all of this.

"Let's just go to the surface." I suggested, swimming up as soon as I finished, not waiting for an answer.

Once I had broken the surface, I heard someone else do the same moments after. Not looking back, I motioned for her to swim to the shore, reaching it myself in a matter of moments. Pulling myself out of the water, I found myself bone dry, looking like I hadn't just taken a swim. The nymph wasn't too far behind me, as she sat down beside me, just as dry as I was. I looked at her shortly, giving her a reassuring look before I decided to give me plan a shot.

Lord Apollo. I thought, hoping against all odds that the sun god would respond. I didn't have to wait very long.

Who is speaking to the awesome God of Poetry? Came the response.

You do not know me yet, my Lord, but you will soon. I have a…female nymph next to me that just so happens to be a nymphomaniac…I responded to him mentally, trailing off at the end in hopes he would show up immediately.

But that wasn't exactly what happened. In fact, I had to wait for another ten minutes, trying to reassure the nymph next to me that I hadn't been lying to her. And exactly ten minutes later, Apollo flashed in, standing next to us when the light died down. He first noticed the nymph, staring at her for a few moments, taking in the sight of her like one would when they won a prize. Then he turned to me and his jaw visibly dropped.

"So you're the being that has everyone on the fritz!" Apollo exclaimed.

I only looked at him confused, sure that I was still a secret. "What are you talking about, my Lord?"

Apollo immediately clucked his tongue at me before saying, "First off, no more Lord, just Apollo. You have provided me with such a beautiful nymph." He said, winking at the aforementioned nymph when calling her beautiful, causing her to blush. Then he continued on, saying, "Second, you obviously are not aware of how to hide your aura. You have been known about since the gods felt your aura, although, none of us were aware that you were a demigod…" The sun god explained, trailing off at the end.

"Apollo?" I asked, disturbing him from his mental absence.

"Hmm?" Came my hummed reply.

"Would you be willing to provide me with the knowledge of how to contain or hide my aura?" I asked, still being polite despite the fact that he had just asked me to be formal with him.

He only touched my forehead, transferring the knowledge of how to do just what I had asked for. Then, before I could even form something akin to a thank you, he grabbed the hand of the nymph and teleported away. I shivered at the feeling that I had. I was almost completely sure that they wouldn't be seen for quite some time. At least until the quest was over for sure…maybe even for the next year or two.

Well, that should be at least one Olympian on my side. I thought, smirking as I realized that maybe I could get enough of them to like me so I wouldn't be voted for destruction.

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(A/N: Thank the gods! I swear on the River Styx that I wasn't trying to make anyone feel offended or anything like that. Just tried to make this a little more original. I apologize to everyone that felt offended now and that will feel offended later on. I am sure it won't be the last time.)

Once I had gotten over my shiver fit, I had made my way through the seemingly endless hoard of mortals. Each person had his or her own idea of what had happened up at the peak of the Arch. I heard one reporter say that it was suspected to be a terrorist attack, making me scoff. The next reporter I heard next only made me want to stop and laugh in the background. The reporter had explained to the faceless crowd that the attack was orchestrated by the United States Government.

Oh I love how the Mist plays mortals like piano chords. I thought, amused at the many other theories I heard as I passed more mortals in the crowd.

"PERCY!" I suddenly heard what sounded like three people scream before I was suddenly tackled to the ground.

"Get-off-of-me!" I grunted, not aware of exactly who my attackers were. However, I could say for certain that all three of their voices sounded familiar.

It took me a lot of pushing and cursing them in Ancient Greek, but I was eventually able to get the three bodies on top of me, off. Climbing to my feet, I grasped my knees in an attempt to regain the breath that had been knocked out of me when I was tackled. So, when I had finally recovered and looked up, I was quite surprised to see the people that I did. Standing before me was Annabeth, whose presence didn't surprise me in the slightest, considering that she was a part of this quest since the very beginning. No, the other two standing before me were the ones to cause me to be surprised. For, standing before me with crooked grins on their faces, were none other than Grover Underwood and Luke Castellan. I'm pretty sure that my jaw had hit the floor.

"Come on Perce! Close your mouth, unless you want flies in there!" Luke howled, clutching his sides, oblivious to our surroundings.

"Um…Luke?" I asked, trying to not draw further attention onto us.

But, to my horror and eternal embarrassment, he continued to laugh. I could only look at Grover and then Annabeth, before turning around and looking at the faces of the countless mortals that I found surrounding us. There was quite a number of them, pointedly ignoring us and glaring at the building that had been terrorized by the Chimera. But then, there were also just as many glaring at us for making a scene at such a sensitive time. The rest, the ones that seemed content to do neither, only stared at the building with looks of sadness adorning their faces.

Deciding it would be best to ignore the laughing son of Hermes, I turned to Grover, "So what are the two of you doing out here? Why aren't you guys back at Camp?"

Grover began to shuffle about, suddenly finding his feet…err, hooves, quite interesting. After a few moments, he began speaking, "We kind of decided to sneak off and come after you to help in any way we can."

"So…Chiron doesn't even know that you're here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the pair before me.

Luke suddenly stopped laughing as soon as I asked, his complexion paling drastically. Slowly, he stood up straight, a panicked look on his face. Considering that he had already spent quite some time at Camp, I could safely assume that an angry Chiron was not fun to be around. Moreover, Grover on the other hand, looked like he had just seen his tombstone flash before his very eyes. His complexion was pale enough to rival that of someone who spent all of their time indoors. His fur-covered knees were shaking uncontrollably, hitting against one another in perfect synch.

Luke visibly swallowed in fear before speaking, "No…he doesn't."

I just smirked, saying, "Alright, let's go then!"

Turning away, I began to work my way through the crowd, not looking back once. It didn't take long for my three companions to make their pursuit of me known. Their bickering over whether or not the two newest members should have snuck out of Camp was a sure sign. But, of course, the subject didn't stay on that for too long. Rather, it changed to what happened in the Arch and then, the river.

I just had to be the only one down there. I thought, annoyed with my luck.

Continuing to walk ahead, towards the trains station, I told them what happened from the beginning. Once past the moment where Annabeth and I separated at the elevator, I moved on to the battle, telling them exactly what happened. From there, I described the fall and how I had planned to at least take the damn thing with me. Finally, it was much too soon to recount the most embarrassing thing to happen to me to date. When I finally finished, I risked a glance back at them while paying for the train tickets.

I really wish I hadn't.

Annabeth was furiously blushing at the scene I had put into her mind, all the while, looking at the ground. Luke was roaring in laughter, but that didn't fool me, especially since he was blushing just as much as Annabeth was. And then, there was Grover, who was glaring at me furiously for not having done anything. But in my defense, the nymph hadn't been the slightest bit attractive.

Moving on from that debacle, it didn't take long for the train to start moving towards our next destination, Hollywood. Despite us feeling safe, we decided that it would be best to have someone as a lookout. Of course, I volunteered to go first since I felt wide awake. My new seat was facing the entrance that lead to the majority of the train, considering the other one lead to the train's cab. Luke, being the other one who volunteered to keep watch, was watching the less threatening entrance.

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(A/N: Sorry for all of the Line Break's.)

Much to my pleasant surprise, the rest of the train ride was rather uneventful. The only thing remotely interesting was what looked like the Nemean Lion chasing a herd of deer. Other than that, nothing interesting. We took turns keeping watch while the others slept, ate a meal when it was time and used the restroom when the need to came about. Like everything else financially with this trip, I paid for all of the meals, much to the surprise of Grover and Luke. Both of whom didn't seem to buy the idea that my mother, Sally, had recently won the lottery.

However, none of that mattered, due to the fact that we now found ourselves in Los Angeles. All of us were on the lookout for anything that could resemble an entrance to the Underworld, but so far, nothing had been spotted. By this point, we had been walking around aimlessly for hours. We were all getting rather annoyed with the fact that we had nothing to show for hours of walking other than the sky. It was darkening at a rapid pace, going from the bright darkness of sunset, to the kind of darkness that only the moon can illuminate.

And like everything, darkness comes with strings attached. Well, in this case, people come attached to it. The kind of people that act questionably at night with hidden agendas galore. The kind that hold titles such as night prowlers, hoodlums, miscreants and so many more. The one and only niche that comes in all shapes, sizes and ages. Being in Los Angeles allowed for us to come across a group of them, it just had to be tonight, all of it starting with a single catcall.

"Hey there blondie!" Came the call from a nearby ally.

Fortunately for us, we had two blondes in the group, both of whom were more than happy to stop. Please be sure to take note of the sarcasm. Anyway, as soon as the word blondie was uttered, Annabeth and Luke. Before we knew it, we were surrounded by an assortment of people. Some of them were Caucasian, others were African American and the rest were either Asian or some other ethnicity that I couldn't quite put my finger on. All of them looked to be in their teenage or early adult years, making them a mix in age as well as race.

Despite all of the good things about this group, there were just far too many bad. For starters, all of them were dressed like new age gangsters. None of them were anywhere near as finely dressed as Al Capone. Nor were they anywhere near as heavily armed, albeit, they did have an assortment of mortal melee weapons. Some of which included a baseball bat, a crowbar, a baton and even a knife. Nothing that the group of four couldn't handle on their own.

"Hey babe, why don't we go out for a few drinks? My treat." One of the older looking guys said, sauntering up to Annabeth like he owned the place. By the end of his time speaking, he had a hand on her shoulder in a not-so-friendly way.

In response, Annabeth socked the guy in the face, eliciting a rather sickening crunch. Immediately after, it was deathly quiet as both sides stared at what had just taken place. That is, until Luke decided to bellow at the top of his lungs, "GIRL POWER, BITCH!" That statement got everyone out of their shock as the son of Hermes roared in laughter, clutching his sides.

The only downside about it was that we had to turn and run away from the goons that chased us. I, for one, was not paying attention to what turns we made as we ran. I really didn't think that any of us were because it didn't take long for us to end up running into a mattress store, ducking down as they passed us. The four of us were still there, moments later, on our knees as we struggled to reign in control of our breathing. None of us spoke, realizing that we wouldn't be able to hear one another over our loud, ragged breathes.

So it startled all of us when we heard a, "Welcome to Crusty's Mattress Warehouse!", from behind us.

Whirling around to look at the source of the voice, I was met with the sight of a giant. And no, not a literal Giant, as in the children of the Primordials Tartarus and Gaia. I am talking about a giant of a man, standing at seven feet tall. His head held not even a single strand of hair, allowing for his skin to glisten in the artificial light provided by the lightbulbs above our head. The man standing before us wore a tailor made suit, considering how it fit him so well. The suit itself was a rich, earthy brown and had a pocket over the left breast. Inside the breast-pocket, sat a grass green handkerchief.

Moving onto the man himself, the worst parts of him to get over though, had to be his gray, leathery skin and thick, sea-green eyes…in my opinion. Looking down at his shoulders, I could see that they were rather broad, leading down to arms that could probably snap metal in half. But the part that alarmed me the most, other than his lack of hair, was his hands. The first thing me off about them? The callouses that covered both of his hands. The second thing had to be the manicures, hands down. I mean, what guy in a hand-made suit would have manicured appendages that were covered in callouses? And then, there was the size of his hands, each being big enough to be wrapped halfway around my head.

This guy could use my head as a fucking basketball! I exclaimed mentally, gawking at the massive appendages that his guy called hands.

"Uh…hi?" I squeaked out, trying to greet the monster of a man, only to have it come out as a question.

"Hello!" The man bellowed cheerfully before continuing, "My name is Crusty, the owner of this mattress store! Have you come to shop for a new mattress?" The man, now christened Crusty, proclaimed before asking a question he must've asked a lot.

"N-no, sorry sir, we were only running from some troublemakers." I explained, stuttering ever so slightly in the beginning.

"Ah yes, those troublemakers. They always seem to be chasing at least one person every night." Crusty said, shaking his head sadly, like it really hurt him to see the youth of today acting like this. I had a feeling that this was just some underhanded way to gain our trust.

During the exchange of words, Grover and Luke decided it would be best to look at some of the comfy looking beds. Seeing this, Crusty quickly gestured for us to have a look around while he went over to talk to them about the beds they were looking at. So, not seeing harm in looking, Annabeth and I did just that. I went and looked at only the waterbeds, since they were obviously the best, while Annabeth went and looked at all of the ones with bookshelves.

Grover, Luke and Crusty were still talking animatedly, the subject now being the wood the bedframes were made of. Before long, Grover and Luke were trying out a bed each, the other saying that one was more comfortable than the other. As another moment passed by, they swapped beds, trying to show the other that they were right. Of course, that is when the Three Sisters deemed that our life would take a turn for the worst. Crusty, smirking manically, snapped his fingers. This caused ropes to shoot out from the four corners of the bed and to wrap themselves tightly around each of the boys' limbs.

Immediately, Luke and Grover began to cry out in anger and panic, thrashing about to try and escape. Meanwhile, Crusty was just watching the two of them struggling with amusement clear in his eyes. He even began to chuckle darkly while turning to face Annabeth and I. With a clear view of both of his eyes, rather than just a side view of one, I could see all that they held perfectly. Each glowing sea-green orb held evil intentions, dark humor and glee from the idea of killing and a twinkle of insanity.

"As you can see," Crusty began, gesturing to Luke and Grover being stretched by the ropes pulling them by their arms and legs, "it can be rather hard to get a perfect fit for my specially made beds." He finished, sadness evident throughout his tone.

"So," He began speaking once more, "I've learned that you sometimes need to force the fit. Sometimes, you remove some from the top or bottom, while the rest require a little taken from both." Crusty finished explaining, pulling out a massive double-sided war axe from behind the register counter.

Seeing the war axe must have triggered something because Annabeth suddenly gasped. Then she said something that caused shivers to go up my spine, "You're Procrustes, also known as The Stretcher!"

That was when I connected the dots. The sea-green eyes…faint scent of the sea…

"Holy Hades!" I exclaimed, before continuing my revelation, "You're my half-brother!"

Procrustes just looked at me in bewilderment for a few moments, processing what I had just said. But, just as quickly as that look came, it disappeared to be replaced by a look of rage and that twinkle of insanity. My point only being proven correct when he suddenly threw his head back, beginning to howl in laughter. The sounds of Grover and Luke grunting in pain quickly being drowned out as I took notice of the fact that Annabeth was nowhere to be seen.

"You are no brother of mine, just as Poseidon isn't my father!" Crusty exclaimed, jumping out of his fit of laughter faster than he had gotten into it.

This guy is definitely bipolar. I thought, channeling my ADHD into thinking, rather than speaking and causing a fight to happen sooner rather than later.

"Hey Bi-pole, whatever you say." I said, shrugging indifferently.

"What did you call me you damn, two-bit demigod?!" Procrustes asked me, anger evident in his voice.

"I called you bipolar, you damn bald piece of minotaur dung!" I exclaimed, my ADHD getting the better of me.

Fucking ADHD! I screamed in my head, continuing after words with curses aimed at the Fates for making demigods do stupid shit like this. Especially me.

Luckily, I came out of my thoughts just in time, my eyes meeting the sight of a massive war axe barreling down towards me from above. The none-business end of it being wielded by none other than The Stretcher himself. A look of rage and hatred adorning his facial features. On a completely off topic note, I had a strange feeling that not all of that rage and hatred was towards me. Nonetheless, I still had to dash to my left to avoid being cleaved in half, narrowly escaping with my right foot.

Tucking in my body as it hit the floor, I allowed myself to follow through the motions, deciding it would be to roll with it. Once I came to a stop, no longer rolling, I quickly got to my feet to assess the situation. Crusty was approaching me, slowly, as if the Fates had guaranteed victory to him. Glancing around quickly, I found that I still could not see Annabeth, which caused me to worry. However, as much as I worried for my friend, I knew that I had more troubling matters to attend to. And seeing as how this sibling feud was to the death, I knew it would be a good option to arm myself.

Bringing my left wrist up to my mouth or more specifically, my watch, I muttered Riptide. Immediately after, a three-foot long celestial bronze Xiphos appeared in my right hand. Quickly tossing it a few inches into the air while causing it to spin, I relished in the feeling of the balanced blade in my hand. The leather wrapped around the grip of the sword would ensure that I would have a firm grip in the sword during my battles. As soon as my half-brother realized I was armed, he smirked before barreling towards me, signaling the beginning of our duel.

Annabeth Point of View

(A/N: Ha! You weren't expecting this, where you?)

While Percy and Procrustes were busy getting some much needed sibling-bonding, I stuck my Cap of Invisibility. Then, seeing as how I was now invisible, I quickly made my way towards Grover and Luke to free them. Once I crossed the space between them and us, reaching them, I looked back to see a Celestial Bronze Xiphos appear in Percy's right hand. Without a warning, Crusty began bounding towards Percy, his massive axe in his hands. With him distracted, I turned my attention back to the two boys being stretched to a height of six feet.

As much as I wanted to laugh and take pictures with the cellphone I didn't have, I cut the ropes that bound them to the bed. Cutting the last of the eight ropes, I made a mental note to use this as a way to get under their skin later. Anyway, seeing that they were no longer restrained, the two boys sat up and quickly began to rub their ankles and wrists. Their skin being rubbed raw because of their constant struggling and the rope burns they experienced because of it.

Seeing as how I no longer needed to be hidden, I removed my Invisibility Cap and stuffed it back into my pocket. Once they could see me, Luke and Grover barely spared me a glance, but that detail slipped by me as I watched Percy fight The Stretcher head-on. Both were fighting furiously, going back and forth between offense and defense. Block, jab, slash, swing, kick and etc. They both appeared to be enjoying themselves, if the grins on their faces were anything to go by.

Who knew children of Poseidon enjoyed a good battle? I thought, surprised at how pitiful they made each other's blows seem.

The two continued to go blow for blow for several more minutes, neither giving up an inch in the process. But that was when things started to get interesting. The massive axe that Procrustes wielded with deadly efficiency was heavy and the weight looked like it was finally catching up to him. After blocking another slash from Percy, Crusty quickly lifted the axe over his head, stumbling back slightly from the weight. That was the chance the younger son of Poseidon needed to land a quick slash at The Stretchers unprotected abdomen. As a result, said man grunted in pain before bringing down his axe in an overhead slash, forcing Percy to jump back. After all, he would rather have him and his sword a whole, rather than two halves.

Then Perseus did the unexpected thing and dropped his sword, Riptide. This caused Luke, Grover and myself to gasp in shock before we nearly began to yell at him. Nearly being the key word, seeing as how the dropped weapon disappeared into thin air just before it hit the ground. Suddenly, just as quickly as the sword disappeared, the younger of the two combatants began pulling throwing knives out of nowhere and hurling them at the older fighter. Each one sailed through the air quickly, as they were all thrown with both precision and speed. Many of them hit their target, causing him to roar in pain, but for each one that did, there was another that was blocked.

Swapping gears once more as the last knife hit Crusty's right shoulder, Percy summoned another weapon. This time, it was a Halberd. The weapon itself was made of a metal that looks similar to silver and stood at six feet. At the very top of it, sat a spear head that turned into a battle axe about a foot down from its very point. Even from this distance, I could still hear Percy mutter its name.

"Schizo."

Percy Point of View

"Schizo." I muttered, right after summoning my Halberd.

Swapping the weapon from my right to my left hand, I placed my left appendage further down, closer to the ground. Then, I placed my right hand higher up, closer to the ceiling and the spearhead. This way of gripping would allow for an easier time stabbing at him, which I promptly did, causing Crusty to either back away or block in order to avoid being skewered. I couldn't help but smirk each time he took a step backwards.

This continued for a few more minutes, until his back hit the wall and I changed the course of my Halberd, mid-swipe. Rather than swiping at his mid-section, I went for his feet, causing him to jump up quickly. Doing just what I had expected him to do, I quickly released Schizo and quickly summoned Riptide once more, pressing it against his throat as he landed. His back pressed against the plaster wall and a sword to his throat, Crusty found himself pale and sweating profusely. Both of the combatants knew that there was no way out for the elder son of Poseidon.

"Any last words, dear brother?" I asked, sneering the last two words.

"Chiron trained you well. Tell him I said hi." Crusty said, ignoring the sneer.

I couldn't help but chuckle before saying, "Chiron didn't train me."

Without another word, I beheaded him, stepping back to allow his body to fall down to the ground as it turned into golden dust. Turning around, I was met with the sight of Luke and Grover freed with Annabeth standing between their beds. All three of them were gaping at me, as if I had three heads and had suddenly sprouted three pairs of arms. Not saying a word, I continued turning my body before walking towards the register and then behind it. Rooting around for a few minutes, I could not find anything, so I turned away from the register and walked into the office just down the hall.

I eventually found what I was looking for in the top drawer of the desk inside the small, cramped office. I had to say that it looked like a hoarder had been living in here, refusing to part with any sort of parchment. Right across from the opened door, was a wall of stacked papers, from floor to ceiling. Some of them had yellowed and cracked edges, showing their age, while others looked like new. All of them were an assortment of colors; some being blue, others green and the rest were either pink, yellow, purple or white.

Rather than take the time to rifle through all of them, I had gone straight to the desk and begun searching. What I had been searching for had been right at the top of the drawer, sitting right in front of my face, seeming to mock me for taking so long. Picking up the piece of paper, a business transaction receipt, I saw what I wanted. The address of Dead On Arrival Recording Studios. Folding the piece of paper, I stuffed in into my pocket, walking out of the room.

In a matter of moments, I was standing in front of my three travel companions, all of us ready to go. Annabeth, being a curious child of the wisdom goddess, had asked me what I had been looking for. My only response had been to pull out the piece of paper, handing it to her, then walking towards the entrance/exit. That was when I noticed Crusty's axe lying on the floor. Looking behind me, I saw that Luke, Annabeth and Grover were following, all of them ready to get this quest over with. Looking back at the axe, I walked over and grabbed it, willing it to enter my watch. I had an idea of what to do with it.

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As it had turned out, DOA had been right around the corner, literally. I was still pretty happy about my idea to search the back. I mean, gods may be gods, but they still require sleep…I think. Deciding it would be best to ask one of them about it at a later date, I pushed that thought out of my head. I needed to focus on this next part of the quest. Getting past Charon, a son of Nyx and Erebus.

Taking a deep breath, praying to the Primordials I knew, I opened the door to DOA and stepped in with the others right behind me. I was immediately met with the sight of these…. ghost-shade-things. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see them as perfectly as people, but I saw nothing when I looked at them straight-on. And when one of them passed through me, I could only stand there and shiver as if a cool winter breeze had just swept through the lobby.

Steeling myself for more of those cool winter breezes, I walked forward, towards the counter and the man standing behind it. He was currently reading a magazine, but that didn't stop me from taking in his appearance as I took my last step forward, coming to a halt. The man had bleached hair, shaved military style and chocolate-colored skin. The man was wearing a silk Italian suit that had a silver nametag pinned to it, just over his right pectoral muscle. The tag read: NACHOR.

"Ahem, excuse us Mr. Nachor…" I said, gaining the attention of the tall, elegant and handsome man before me.

"I'm sorry, you must have me confused with someone else, young man. My name is Charon." Charon said, annoyed that some dead mortal had confused him with someone else.

Gods damn it! Stupid fucking dyslexia. I thought, embarrassed by my ability to fuck things up.

"Err, sorry, Mr. Chiron." I apologized, not wanting to piss him off and be denied passage into the Underworld.

His face shifting back into one of boredom, Charon looked back down at his magazine, asking. "Cause of death?"

"Actually, son of Erebus, I am quite alive and wish to gain passage into the Underworld." I said, putting some information I remembered about him into play.

Charon looked back up at me, turning his scrutinizing gaze upon my own. I could see in his eyes that he was searching for something. Unsure of what it was, I stared right back as the silence began to stretch on, only growing longer as each second ticked by. And as the seconds became minutes, the son of Nyx and Erebus continued to search, until he was able to find what it was. This I knew by watching as his eyes slowly widened, shock evident in those dark orbs, allowing me realize that he knew I was his father's champion.

I just smirked, pulling out my wallet and willing 300 drachmas to be there. As I continued to stare into his eyes, I pulled them out, ten at a time until there was none left. Each handful of drachmas was placed upon the counter between the two of us. Looking down, I saw that I had left a decently-sized pile of them shining in the dying sunlight streaming through the windows behind us. Shifting my gaze back to his, I decided to take this chance to speak as he gazed at the pile greedily.

"I believe that should be more than enough for your silence and the passage to the Underworld for each of the deceased within this lobby?"

His gaze jumped up to mine, a smirk beginning to grace his lips.

"I would be more than happy to oblige."

A/N: Well, there you have it folks! Chapter 11 in all of its glory! Please feel free to leave a review and be sure to join me next time for Chapter 12! Also, I do plan on updating twice a month for now on. However, there will be times were I throw in a third update just because I can, so here's to an update schedule that I can hopefully stick to! Au revoir!

What's gained from each Primordial blessing (suggestions should be put in your review, I read them all):

Moros - Primordial God of Doom, Destiny, Destruction
In General:
The blessing loosens the Fates and Ananke's ability to influence Percy's Fate. Not only that, but increased agility, strength (physical and mental), speed and stamina.
Abilities:
Killing Intent - This ability is exactly as it says. The people/monsters/gods/goddesses that feel this will usually feel fear, hopelessness, attraction/arousal (the masochists anyway) and their impending doom.

Accepted Truth - This ability causes the person it is aimed at to feel that inescapable feeling some feel in the face of death. That immovable feeling of peace and acceptance. This feeling of acceptance is enough to render the receiver immobile, unmoving. Giving the user enough time to finish him/her off.

Ananke - Primordial Goddess of Destiny, Fate, Inevitability
In General:
The blessing loosens the Fates and her own ability to influence Percy's Fate. Like Moros' blessing, Ananke's increases Percy's speed, agility, strength (physically and mentally) and stamina.
Abilities:
Blunt Truth - This ability allows Percy to see the Fate of someone or something like he's watching a movie. He may use this at times to give a person or creature spoilers on their Fate. Like, how they'll die or who they'll end up with, etc.
Altered Fate - This ability can only be used once per person. It allows Percy to change one thing in a person's life, not including when they die. What he could change would include how they die, who they end up with, whether they were born male or female, etc. without consequences involved.

Nyx – Primordial Goddess of Night

In General:

The blessing, like that of the others, loosens the ability of the Fates to influence his fate. Percy is also capable of seeing at night as if he were looking through night vision goggles. His eyes adjust to this form of vision automatically.

Abilities:

Night Call – This ability allows for Percy to know what night creatures and how many are around him within a three mile radius.

Erebus – Primordial God of Darkness, Shadow

In General:

The blessing adds another layer of protection from the Fates ability to influence Percy's fate.

Abilities:

Shadow Travel – This ability is exactly like that of the form of travel Nico uses in the canon series.

Dark Intrusion – Allows Percy to literally become a shadow and penetrate through the barriers of his enemy's mind, effectively reading their mind and leeching out any sensitive information he may need.

Physis – Primordial Goddess of Nature

In General:

The blessing adds another layer of protection from the Fates ability to influence Percy's fate.

Abilities:

Tree Travel – Allows for Percy to do walk through trees, traveling through plants to get to his destination.

Plant-Aids – Percy can use plants to fight his opponents, like the magic Grover uses within the series. It can also be willed to bring him medical herbs or edible plants.