Genre: Romance/Adventure
Rated: T
Summary: Percy left Camp Half-Blood because the new camper whom he had helped made his life at camp miserable. Unsure of where to go, he finally accepts The Powerful Guy In Black's offer to go to this place called 'The City of Protogenoi', without knowing that his whole new life has already begun the day he says "Yes." to the guy!
Setting: 3 months after The Last Olympian. Heroes of Olympus never happens.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Everything belongs to Rick Riordan.
Chapter13: John Dickhead
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13
John Dickhead
"What's your name?"
"Yes? Oh, Percy. I'm Percy Jackson," Percy answered princess Liselotte's question.
They were driving towards the palace. She had been quiet since she finished inserting details about the whereabouts of the castle in Percy's device. Then, out of nowhere, she turned to him and suddenly asked this.
"You're a Successor, right? Are you close to Vivienne?"
"Not quite, I guess. I just arrived at the Army a few days ago. But she's my advisor and she guided me around the Army. She's one of the closest Successors I've met."
"Advisor? What does that mean? Are you special?" She narrowed her eyes.
"Uh, maybe. I just happen to be Chaos' Successor, that's all," Percy replied, smiling wryly.
The princess' jaw dropped. "Holy shit! You-You're Chaos'—the king of Protogenoi's—Sucessor? Then that means…You're the king! But-But I heard he's never had any Successors!"
"Um, princess, please quiet down. It's nighttime. Somebody's going to throw their slippers at us," he said sheepishly. He continued, "As I said, I just got to the Army a few days ago. The people at my planet already heard the news. The nearby planets also did, too. I think the news will reach this area a few days later."
"So that's why the tattoo on your shoulder is his symbol. I had thought I mistook a grey diamond for a black crown. Well…I should be delighted, huh? The king's out for me himself."
Percy didn't reply. He just kept on driving. The faster they finished, the faster they could go help Vivian. Also, he wasn't into glory. A normal Successor seemed cool enough for him.
"What about Vivienne? She's a Successor of…Um, Eros?" Princess Liselotte asked.
"She's the General of the Erebus' House."
"General? Wow…But, well, that's expected. It's Vivienne we're talking about," she muttered. "Still…I never thought she would leave her planet to become a Successor like this."
"May I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Why do you keep calling her Vivienne? She already said she's not your friend."
"Don't believe it. She's clearly lying! There's no one other than Vivienne who has eyes like that!"
"Eyes? Well, I won't argue that they're pretty. Very. But in this whole universe, there should be at least one person who has the same midnight-blue eyes as her."
"You don't get it. Have you even looked in her eyes directly? If you have, then tell me if you feel like you were being absorbed into those eyes at that moment."
"Yeah, you hit the point. I've been wondering for a while myself," Percy blinked, glad that he finally found an explanation to the strange thing he had been curious about all along.
"Uh-huh. She still doesn't know it. Well, it's related to her clan's ability. I can't tell you what, it's a secret the Evans clan treasures."
"Ability…Like, reading my past through my eyes?" He guessed. He remembered the first time they met. When he asked her if all the Erebus Successors could do that, her answer was no: The only one who could do that was her.
Princess Liselotte's eyes widened. "You—How did you know!"
"She's read my past once when we first met."
"Ah…Yeah. That's the Evans' secret ability. No one knows about it. That just confirms my presumption. She's Vivienne. Princess Vivienne Adelaide Encarnacion di Evans."
"And I thought yours was the longest name in the universe," he muttered.
"I've finally found her. I've told myself she's still alive for nine freaking years. I prayed for her every day. But now that we've met again, why did she have to be cruel like that? Why did she have to pretend she doesn't know me?"
"Why? Alive? What do you mean?" Percy asked, knitting his eyebrows.
"I don't know much myself. There's a certain incident in the Evans planet. In my opinion, it's coup d'etat. Because after the Evans opened their planet again, there was a celebration for the new king. And that's when…the rumors about the death of the former king's entire family leaked out," she lowered her voice at the end.
Coup d'etat? Death?, Percy thought. He was about to ask more but was stopped by a sound.
Beep Beep
"Ah, we're here," Percy said, looking at his device. He turned it off, shutting the beep beep sound. Then, he turned to princess Liselotte and whispered, "Okay, I'm going to tell you my plan again. We'll sneak into the counselor's room and threaten him to tell us where the paper is. Then I'll need your help to go inform the king about this, because I'm not so sure he would be pleased getting woken up in the middle of the night by some unknown guy. If the plan goes smoothly, the counselor will be arrested and we can go help Vivian with many soldiers. But if it goes wrong, I'll have to put up some action against the counselor's allies inside the palace while you hide. We'll go as quietly as possible, all right, princess?"
"Right. This way," she gestured for him to follow and led the way. All the lights in the palace were already shut. They had to walk a bit because Percy had parked the car quite far away in order not to be seen. The guards were playing card games and drinking beer: they didn't even notice someone was sneaking in. Having the princess as a guide was useful; she led him into to the castle by going into a secret passage behind one of the rose bushes, which she said was her way into the castle when she went out to play secretly. The passage ended, they had to climb up a ladder. Percy was a little surprised, seeing her climb so professionally—too superb to be just a girl.
When they exited, he found himself in a big room, decorated magnificently like an aristocrat's room.
"This is my room. I got the key to father's and Dickhead's rooms," the princess whispered as she went to her desk and pulled out a drawer. She grabbed some keys and walked past him to the door.
They came out from her room and entered the dark hallway. As he followed her, Percy couldn't help wondering. Had he ever seen anything this clearly at night before? Everything he saw now had almost no difference than when he saw them at daytime.
It must be one of the Successor's abilities, he thought.
Princess Liselotte paused. She pointed at a door on their left and mouthed, here it is.
Percy took the key from her and slowly unlocking the door. It opened. He pushed the door open and looked around for any danger. When he was sure everything was safe, they entered the dark room. Because of his enhanced eyesight, Percy could see where the counselor was sleeping. He got close to the bed, uncapped Riptide and pointed it and the old man's throat.
His eyes fluttered open as the cold blade touched his skin. His voice shaking in fear, he stuttered, "Y—You!"
Percy grabbed one of the pillows and pressed it on his mouth, shutting him up. He asked, "If you shout or move an inch, there's no guarantee that this blade won't move. Now, where's the paper that has your rebellion plan? Tell me where it is, or else."
His eyes narrowed, the counselor looked around. When he saw princess Liselotte smirking at him, he shot her a murderous glare. Percy put the pillow away from his mouth and he spoke.
"Shitty brat. Always hindering my plans."
"Ha! It's a thousand years too soon for you to be able to crumble my father's throne, you old bat."
"You damn-"
"Save your insult for later. If you don't tell me now, I'll cut your throat," he said, moving Riptide closer to the counselor's neck.
"Who the hell are you to order me? Do you really think you and that sissy little girl can stop my plan?"
"Shut the hell up, you piece of shit. Who's he to order you, you ask? Well, then I ask you, who are you to question him? He's the only Successor of Chaos, retard," the princess cut in.
John's eyes widened, he opened his mouth to ask. Percy didn't want to waste time much longer, so he pressed the sword on his skin. The sharp blade cut the unprotected skin easily and blood started to flow out. Before the counselor could scream, Percy glared at him, so he pursed his lips together, his eyes full of anger.
With an unsteady voice, he answered, "In the box under the bed."
Princess Liselotte bent down and pulled out a wooden box from under the bed. She looked at it for a while and turned to Percy. She said, "It's locked."
Percy turned to John with an intense glare. The counselor cursed and answered, "The key is behind that picture on the wall, shitheads!"
The princess went to the picture. It was a picture of a crow. She pushed it aside and found the key stuck to the wall by tape. She removed it and put the key into the lock. It finally opened.
Princess Liselotte looked inside and picked the paper up. She said, "This is the right one."
"Alright," Percy replied, he then turned to the counselor. "Thank you your information. I apologize for hurting you. Now, I need you to fall asleep again. Sorry."
He raised his hand to knock John unconscious. But before he could do so, the old man snorted and said, "You think you could get off easily? You fools! Heh, you won't live to see your daddy fall, brat. Tell you what, there are two keys! I'm not just an old man, kids. I knew this was going to happen, so I've already prepared for it. That key you're holding is kept behind the picture I had put some device on. If you move the picture, every bell in my soldiers' rooms will ring. They're coming now, coming to slaughter you! Mwahahaha-!"
Thud!
Before John could talk any longer, Percy smacked his head with the hilt of his blade. When he was sure the old man was out for real, he turned to the princess. Their anxiety was seen through their expressions.
"Don't worry, princess. I'm going to finish them all off now. In the meantime, you go to your father. We'll meet up at the car. Make sure you bring all of the loyal soldiers with you there, okay?" Percy said after a while.
She stared at him. "Don't act heroic if you're considering suicide the best way out"
"I'm serious, really. I once fought a horde of monsters, and I survived. Um, have you ever heard of Achilles' Curse?"
"Hey, that sounds familiar. I think I saw the word somewhere in the history book my tutor gave me. Hmm...Is it the stupid guy whose heel was stabbed and died pitifully?"
Percy gulped. He was sure that stupid guy who died pitifully she was talking about might not be very satisfied about this. He answered anyway, "Yeah."
"Wow, that means you can't be harmed?"
"Takes an hour to explain. Just don't worry, I won't die, princess. Now, please go fulfill your duty," Percy pleaded. The princess nodded and stormed out of the room.
He gripped Riptide's hilt. It was becoming clearer and clearer, the sound of footsteps and metal clattering. He knew the soldiers were coming from downstairs. And with his enhanced hearing, he could make off their number. There were about fifty of them.
What rotten luck, he thought.
Still, he knew he couldn't wait. Sooner or later, he and Vivian would still have to eliminate them. Finishing them now was his duty, as well. He must do it fast so he could go help Vivian defeat the main troop.
Determined, Percy jumped from the window and swung himself into the hallway of the first floor through the open window.
Slash! Slash!
Without saying anything, he started the sabotage. The soldiers turned to look at their fallen comrades, stunned. They couldn't move for a second, but after that they charged at him. Percy didn't have much trouble fighting them, partly because of the difference between the grades of their swords.
"Arrrrrrrrrgh!"
"Don't retreat! Fight that damned beast, morons!"
What's more, he knew his abilities had been increased since he became a Successor. He could feel it, his movements, his strength, they were all better. What dreaded him were the screams of the injured soldiers. All his life, he had almost killed no human. But now, lying behind him, was a pile of dead, or gravely wounded, soldiers.
This won't do. I'll be outnumbered if this continues, he thought.
As he fought, Percy's eyes darted back and forth, looking around the place. Then he found them: the chandeliers. There were about three of them that were hung right above the men. The problem was, every time he used Chaos' power, he needed time to concentrate. Could he concentrate while fighting? Even when using sea power, he still used time to summon the water. And there wasn't any bathtub or glass of water near here.
If I fly and do it, I'll succeed. But that'll just exhaust me. I'll have to do it, Percy thought.
Then he figured it out, as he was fighting, that the mind and the brain could work separately. While fighting, he used his brain and reflexes, but he let his mind wander to the center of his Successor power. It took a lot of effort, though, to be able to separate them. He released his power a bit: Percy didn't want to risk suffering that kind of after effect in the middle of a mission.
He could feel it now, the feeling of power all over his body. Like last time, he could see and hear things clearly for kilometers. He raised his free hand and flicked it, filling more gravity under the three chandeliers. They started to shake, their roots loosing from the ceiling, then they all fell.
BOOOOM!
"GYAAAAAAAAA!"
It was more effective than Percy had expected. Many soldiers were crushed under the chandeliers. But the candles fell on their clothes and many of the unwounded soldiers caught fire. Percy didn't let this chance go to waste. Although he felt a bit tired from using his power earlier, he put on some more speed and slashed at them till the last one.
"Where's the Successor you mentioned? He hasn't shown up yet. Perhaps, he's been defeated?"
"Don't say that, father! Percy's Chaos' Successor and he's got the stupid curse, he can't die that easily. Well, I haven't seen how well he can fight, but I—Hey! That's him! Over here, Percy!" The princess waved at Percy, who jogged to them.
"Did I take long?" He asked.
"No, no. Here, this is my father, the king of the Charon. Father, this is Percy," princess Liselotte gestured at an old man in a night gown beside her. Percy knelt.
"Oh, no. Don't kneel. Please, stand up. How can I let a man of the same position as me kneel before me?" The king said.
Oh, right. I forgot I was a king, too, Percy thought. He rose and bowed.
"My apologies for destroying three of your chandeliers. I'll-"
"Oh, don't mind it. You're the one who helped my daughter, and now you just eliminated the traitors for me. I already heard the battle sounds and I think you're amazing. You alone could take out an entire horde of trained soldiers, and you haven't got any scratch on your clothes!" The king pointed at his clothes.
Percy examined them. True, they were all the same as before, not even stained. He guessed it was his robe that protected his body from being harmed, that's why the clothes weren't torn.
"Thank you. And what about the counselor?"
The king's face darkened. "He just got life sentence."
"Oh…Great, I guess," Percy muttered. He turned to look at the soldiers around them. There weren't many. Fewer than the ones he had fought. He saw big boxes with wheels, so he asked the princess what they were for.
She answered, "For transporting the soldiers to the hideout. This way it'll be faster. Well, are you ready to go now?"
"Yeah, then I'll be off. If you'll excuse me," Percy bowed again and got into the car. As he was driving off, the soldiers started getting into the boxes.
He drove in flying mode to where the device told him to. He was worried. Did he take too long? Was Vivian still alive? What would happen if she wasn't? If she really wasn't, he would be the only one at fault. A big failure.
Five minutes passed. He thanked the flying mode that had helped him several times. Normally, by this distance, it would take about half an hour. He got out from the car. Outside, signs of a battle could be seen. He relaxed when he heard the sound of fighting. The battle was still going on, which means Vivian was still alive.
Oh, gods. Is she really human? She took out about…eighty! Holy mother! Percy gaped at the sight he was seeing. He couldn't even find an empty spot on the ground because of the bodies.
He ran past heaps of dead soldiers to the opened secret door on a wall, where the sounds of battle were the loudest. He glanced around the room, finding Vivian. She was fighting, her movements graceful, like she was dancing. He couldn't see her weapon, because she was showing her back at him. But what he could see clearly was something else.
"Watch out, Vivian!"
To be continued
KimJoysu's Notes: Hello, guys! I updated, despite my gloomy mood. Took three days to write. And today I got the bad news: my rabbit has died. I was stunned. She has stayed with me so long I never thought she would leave me now, just like this. I brought her in seven years ago. I still remember the feeling I had when I held her little body. Now she was bigger than a cat. I never took care of her, I only fed her on holidays. And when she died, I thought, why didn't I do this? Why didn't I treat her better? I regret it. It's true, this saying: You know one's value when they're gone. Now when I go to the backyard I won't see her anymore. (I hate pain. It seriously sucks.)
Well, drama, huh? I'll stop ranting. Just to let you know that when I wrote the end of the chapter my mind wasn't very…stable. There might be mistakes. Bye, guys. I'll try to update faster.
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