A/N: Yeah, yeah, the PJOness is not mine, WE GET IT! But, I'm in REALLY deep doodoo right now. ...s-so, Nico, h-how's it going?
Nico: How's it going? HOW'S IT GOING? YOU GIVE ME AWAY OVER THE INTERNET TO CRAZY FANGIRLS WHO FEED ME NOTHING BUT BACON AND KISS ME CONSTANTLY AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO ASK ME HOW'S IT GOING?
Me: Speaking of bacon, did you bring any?
Nico: -_- Yeah, here.
Me: EEEEEE! ^_^ (eats the epicness that is bacon) Ohhh yes….
Nico: But that's not the point!
Me: What is the point?
Nico: I WANT A RAISE!
Me: Have you been talking to Charon again?
Nico: Maybe…
Me: Well, first of all, I wasn't paying you in the first place, and second, isn't your dad the god of riches or something?
Nico: ….you have a point there.
Taps POV
I want to tell you that I was calm and ready throughout the whole trip. But the truth was, I was jumpy. Really jumpy. By the time we were driving to the concert, I just felt dizzy.
"Taps?" Nico asked.
I jumped a little in my seat. "Geez, Nico, don't scare me like that!"
"Are you okay?"
I could have lied. I could have told him everything was fine. But I needed to get this off my chest. Now.
"Um, I'm a little nervous…"
"About what?" he said, smirking.
"You know what."
"Look Taps, as I said before, he's just a guy. He already has millions of fangirls anyway."
"I am not a fangirl," I retorted, teeth clenched.
"That's not the song you were singing back at camp."
I exhaled through my nose. "I would have done the same thing for any famous person."
"Really?"
"How would you react if you got to meet Taylor Swift?"
He was about to reply, when, suddenly, a stupid grin came over his face. "Well…"
"HA!"
He blushed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. But what are you if you aren't a fangirl?"
We had arrived at the Amway Center, where the concert was being held.
I stared him in the eye, and said: "I am just a normal teenager who thinks that Justin Drew Bieber is a hot guy with an amazing voice."
"I'm not sure you can call yourself normal, being a demigod and all."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
(A/N: A few things to point out before I change POvs.
I am not Justin Bieber.
I have never performed a concert.
I do not have bodyguards.
And I can't look him up on the internet because my mom will find out and accuse me of liking him.
Again.
I don't want to go through that pain again.
So I do not know if I can do his POV justice.
Wish me luck ^_^
*Inhales*)
Justin POV (winces)
Another day. Another concert. Another period of me getting almost killed by fans.
And I was bored as heck.
I had just finished a concert and was getting ready to leave. As usual, my bodyguards would escort me to the limo and take me to the hotel.
I was surprised when two guys, who looked much bigger than the regular guys, showed up.
"Um, hi. Do I know you guys?"
"The regulars called in sick. We're the replacements."
I raised my eyebrows. "Ookay, Joe Bob and Skull Crusher?" Maybe they were wise guys. But I couldn't help thinking this wasn't going to end well.
They guided me through the mob of fans waiting outside the exit. Luckily, I only came out with a ripped sleeve. Then I heard the bodyguards arguing.
"Can't we eat now?" Joe Bob asked.
"I kind of wanted to save it…" said Skull Crusher.
"Please?"
"Fine."
Then, they both turned towards me. "Time for dinner," Joe Bob said with an evil grin.
Wait, what?
Then, they started to grow larger and larger until they were eight feet tall. They stared at me with a look that said that I was dinner.
"It's been so long since we've had demigod," remarked Skull Crusher.
Demigod. Now I was going insane
Then, I heard a loud voice. "HEY!"
I turned. Standing in the parking lot was a short, pretty Indian girl and a tall Goth looking boy with pale skin. The girl yanked something around her neck, which melted and shimmered until it was a long, deadly looking spear. The boy simply held his hand out and said: "ανάσταση." In his hand appeared a short sword with a black blade.
Resurrection. Wait, how did I know that?
The girl stepped closer, looking really pissed off. "DON'T. TOUCH. HIM."
Joe Bob laughed. "Oooh, I'm so scared of the daughter of Aphrodite."
Daughter of Aphrodite. Just kill me now.
"Yeah, what are you going to do? Attack us with a curling iron?" They both laughed at her.
For a moment, I saw a hurt look pass across her face, like this wasn't new. Then, she quickly slid under the giant's legs and kicked him so hard he fell on his face.
"STICK THAT IN YOUR CURLING IRON, BUTTHOLE!"
Then, she looked at me and mouthed one word.
Run.
Gathering up my courage, I ran quickly down the parking lot. On the way, I passed a big tree. Suddenly, I felt reflexes kick in. I quickly propelled myself off the ground and did a backflip in midair before I landed in one of the branches.
Looking down, I seemed like a battle was raging. The Goth kid held out his black sword and yelled something I couldn't hear. Suddenly, the ground opened up and skeletons in battle armor clambered out and quickly took care of Skull Crusher.
I had to do something. But what?
Above me was a fairly large branch. Without thinking, I reached up and pulled it off as easily as breaking a toothpick. The edges were very sharp.
Now, I needed to get the big lug over here.
"HEY!" I yelled as loud as I could. Joe Bob whirled around. "JOE MAMA!"
Don't ask me where that came from. The giant started to lumber towards me.
One…two…THREE. On three, I pushed myself out of the tree and aimed the branch right at the giant's stomach. As soon as the branch broke his skin, he exploded into gold dust.
A wave of fatigue washed over me, and everything faded to black.
I was in a dark cavern. The air was cold and pierced my skin. Shadow flitted everywhere.
And I saw dead people.
As I walked ahead, I saw a bright light. It was a golden sarcophagus adorned with pictures of gory battles. On the front, it said Κρόνος, άρχοντας του χρόνου.
Kronos, lord of time.
"Justin…" I heard a voice call out. It seemed to come from the sarcophagus.
"Yes?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I bring you here…to warn you…"
"Warn me of what…"
"You must make a name for yourself… for mine is a curse to you…"
"I-I don't understand…."
"Bring honor to your name….bring justice…"
"What?" Suddenly, I felt something cold on my finger. It was a gold ring. Inscribed on it was the word απεργός, or Striker.
"Rub it…" I heard the voice say.
I brought a shaking hand to the ring and rubbed it firmly. The ring melted and glowed to form a crossbow, and suddenly there was a quiver full of arrows on my back.
"Now say its name…"
"απεργός," I said quietly. The crossbow shrank down to a ring again.
"Remember… make…your…name…" the voice said with finality. Then I felt myself being sucked out of the cave.
I woke up, back in my hotel room. Was the whole thing a dream? I wondered. Then I saw the boy and the girl sitting on the floor, watching TV. The girl was shivering, as if she was cold. She turned around and saw me.
"Oh, hi!"
"Uhh, hi…." I said quietly. "How did you guys get in my room?"
"Your key card was in your wallet."
"How did you get to my wallet?"
"Your wallet was in your pants."
"How did you get in my…"
"OKAY WE GET IT!" she said, looking embarrassed. She stuck out her hand. "Hi, I'm Taps. And the emo kid over there is Nico."
"I AM NOT EMO!"
I shook her hand. "That's a nice name."
"Thanks. It's short for Tapasya."
I studied the girl. She was about a head shorter than me, and she had wide brown eyes and long black hair that went past her shoulders. She was pretty cute. (A/N: This feels so awkward to write O.e). A wave of nausea washed over me, and I groaned.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. She handed me a glass of apple juice and put it to my lips. As I drank it, my nose wrinkled. Instead of apple juice, it tasted like glazed doughnuts with chocolate frosting and cream filling. Then she pulled the glass away. I grabbed for it, but she slapped my hand playfully.
"Ah-ah-ah! Bad international pop star! Too much nectar isn't good for you."
"Oh really?"
"You can burst into flames."
"O.O"
"STOP TALKING IN EMOTICONS!" Grover yelled.
"GET OUT OF HERE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN CALIFORNIA!" the author yelled.
"Well, that was weird." Nico said.
"Nico, get over here. It's time to give him the talk." Taps called.
I wanted to speak in an emoticon, but I didn't need to be yelled at again. "Uhh, my dad's already given me the talk, so…"
"Not that talk!"
Nico came over and Taps began.
"You know Greek Mythology?"
"You mean like Zeus, Poseidon and the Minotaur?"
They both looked around worriedly while thunder boomed overhead. "Yeah. Those guys. Well, all of it is real."
"You're kidding, right?"
She gave me a look that said that she was not kidding. "No. The Olympians and the minor gods and monsters are all real. Like those Laistrygonians from yesterday."
"Huh?"
"The giants."
"Oh."
"Anyway, the Olympians went around and had affairs with mortals. Their offspring carried god's blood and mortal blood. These children were called demigods, or more commonly, half-bloods."
"So, you're half-bloods."
"Yes. My mother is Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty."
I can see the resemblance, I thought.
I noticed that there was some resentment in her voice. "Don't you like it?"
She bit her lip. "It's okay, I guess. It's just that…. no one takes me seriously…. They think I'm obsessed with how I look."
"That sucks."
She gave a half-smile. "It's okay. They usually get it when I beat the living bejeezus out of them."
"And my father," Nico began, "is Hades, lord of the Underworld and the god of riches."
I kind of scooted away from him. That explained the skeleton monsters.
"Anyway, half-bloods usually have hard lives. Sooner or later they end up getting chased by monsters. Hopefully, a satyr of some other half-bloods will get them and take them to Camp Half-Blood, a haven for all demigods to train for survival."
"Why should believe you guys?"
She sighed. "You probably have ADHD and dyslexia. You've probably seen strange things than no one else can."
She was right.
"It's weird. You should have been claimed by now."
"Claimed?"
"Yeah. When you parent recognizes you as his or her child. Percy Jackson made all of the gods swear to claim all demigods by their 13th birthday after the Second Titan War."
I could feel my stomach lurch at the word Titan. "Titan War?"
"Yeah. Kronos, father of the elder gods and the King of the Titans, tried to rise up against the Olympians. But they were defeated."
"So… I'm a demigod?"
"Until someone says otherwise, yes."
"O_O"
"JUSTIN!"
"GROVER!"
"Sorry.
"GO TO THE CORNER! Sorry, guys."
"No prob."
Taps POV (there's a reason I'm doing this)
"You should get ready. We'll be leaving for Long Island tomorrow morning."
"Okay," he said. Then he pulled his shirt off. "I'm gonna take a shower."
Don't stare at his body. Don't stare at his body.
He had REALLY toned abs.
Stop staring!
I couldn't look away.
"Taps, are you okay?" he asked.
"Uh-huh…" I said, dazed.
He went into the bathroom. Nico turned and gave me the most annoying smirk.
"And she says she's not a fangirl…" he mutterd.
I kicked him in his soft spot in reply.
A/N: Muahahaha! Sparks are gonna fly….
Nico: Give me one reason why you exploit me!
Me: To get reviews!
Nico: Why do you need reviews?
Me: Think, Nico. All the control, all the power, ALL THE FREE CHICKEN! MILLIONS OF ZOMBIE CHILDREN TO ASSIST US IN OUR QUEST FOR POWER! IT CAN ALL BE OURS! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Nico and Justin: O_O
Grover: (strangles them)
Me: TO THE CORNER!
Grover: :(
