Thanks to all those reviewers! Those who are having trouble reviewing; well that because you've already reviewed all the chapters and it gets complicated, but at Chapter 38 you should be good to review again, if not sooner! Sorry for the any inconvenience I've caused you! Either way, great response to Mark Sue! Now please enjoy this chapter, full of Percabeth and I really hope you like the ending! Please take a second to review (if you can, lol), and tell me what you think of the Fan Club, Nico and etc. Such a packed First chapter to a 3rd season! Hope you enjoy it! Oh, the idea of the 'Three' which shall be expanded upon, is a credited to 'Vampire Diaries' and the 'Five'.
Also, if you head to the 'Percy Jackson Fanfiction Wiki' and type in 'The Perseus Attraction' into search, w e have frickin' WIKI PAGES! Thank you 'Harry Flynn' for making them! Christ… it's getting out of control!
Series Three: The Titan's Curse
14 Years Old
Percy and Annabeth sat on Percy's bed, watching 'Tangled'.
They were covered by a blanket, but since, as Annabeth said, she was cold, she'd insisted on snuggling. Now Percy was covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Hey Annabeth," Percy started, shifting his position, "I'm a little hot."
"Yes, you are," Annabeth agreed, rubbing his chest.
He frowned, not quite sure what she was on about, but cleared his throat and continued.
"Yeah… anyway, how about we stop snuggling, I mean we're quite warm now."
Annabeth wiped sweat from her brow. "Nah, I'm quite cold still."
"How about the cover then?"
She threw it off and curled her legs up onto his lap.
"Better?" She asked, a strand of hair hanging over her eye.
Percy just nodded. "Yeah, better."
She put her head on his chest, causing the smell of bananas (it's usually lemons, but today it was different), to waft up into his nose. Percy tentatively out his face closer to it, marvelling at the beautiful goldish/honey colour of it, and closing his eyes at the softness. Yes, he decided, it would make a fine pillow.
He glanced up at the TV.
"Why's he fighting a horse?"
Flynn seemed to agreed, stating it was the strangest thing he'd ever done, but Annabeth ignored both of them and looked up at Percy's trimmed hair critically.
"You should get your hair like Flynn's," she said, staring at him.
"Yeah?" Percy asked.
She stared at him for a while. "Yeah," she decided. "It'd look sexy."
He looked away, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but Annabeth's attention had been diverted.
"Have you been working out?" she asked.
Percy didn't really know what to say, so he mumbled: "Well, hero camp, and, it all makes sense when, if, well, a suppose its' a matter of-"
"Because I think you have," she said happily, running a hand over his stomach, which felt extremely intimate to Percy, and now he was really nervous.
"Annabeth…," he started, but she gave a little squel, and moved closer, burying her face in his arm.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't like singing," she stated.
Percy laughed, causing Annabeth to stare at him haughtily. "What?" she asked.
"Don't like singing? Is that all singing, or just the animated kind?" he asked.
She turned away from him. "It's times like this that I don't like you, Perseus."
"I'm not trying to be mean, but-"
"Forget it," she turned back to him.
"Are you scared of horses beating thieves at swordplay?"
She glanced at Maximus totally owning Flynn.
"No, but I could beat him," she smiled slowly.
"No you couldn't," Percy stated.
She looked around at him. "Yeah? And why not?"
"Well, I don't think I could beat him, and I have better reflexes than you. My ADHD is more advanced ever since Luke helped me to hone it. His is insane," Percy added. "Look on the Wiki for more details readers."
Annabeth snuggled next to him again. "It's my knife which is the problem."
"Get rid of it, then."
"No."
"Ah, but of course. You wouldn't have anything left to blame when you lose."
He laughed as she tried to grab him, slipping off the bed and off to the kitchen. She threw a pillow at him, which he deflected with his shoulder, grinning at her, before sweeping his hair out of his eye.
Inside the kitchen he got out glasses, before calling to Annabeth:
"Do you want a drink?"
"Yeah, I'll have Orange Juice."
"So that's Apple Juice then?" Percy called back.
"No, it's what I said!"
"But you always decide to want the opposite of what you ask for once I bring it out! Your opinion just changes on what's better"
He filled up glasses as Annabeth started quoting Wikipedia:
"Hello, Perseus! In general, an opinion is a belief about matters commonly considered to be subjective, i.e., it is based on that which is less than absolutely certain, and is the result of emotion or interpretation of facts. An opinion may be supported by an argument, although people may draw opposing opinions from the same set of facts. Opinions rarely change without new arguments being presented! So no, I still want Orange Juice, because I believe its better! If you don't get me it, I will gut you, and force you to watch Les Miserables until your heart starts to-
"Actually, I kinda glad you brought me Apple Juice," she decided, sipping it. "I don't really like Orange Juice today."
Percy just smiled as his mother walked into the room.
"Right guys, time to go!"
Percy sighed, rolling off the bed. He planned to get off slowly, but Annabeth kicked him onto the floor ('whoa, whoa, no Annabeth, don't!') with a 'thump' before she turned back to Sally.
"We'll be right there," she smiled.
Percy sat up, rubbing his head. "I hate you," he decided.
She just smiled, pushing his head back down a she walked past.
Ten minutes later, with Tyson in bed, Poseidon, Sally, Percy and Annabeth, wrapped up in winter clothes, set off to pick up Thalia and meet with Grover, who'd sent out a distress signal from the school he was scouting for new demigods at.
Percy looked at the long scar that covered his right hand, a testament to Maximus' knife.
"How's you hand?" Annabeth asked from the seat next to him.
Percy grimaced. "I need to learn to fight with my left hand."
She frowned. "I thought you could?"
"Not to the degree I used to be able to do with my right."
"What's wrong with it?" Annabeth asked, taking his hand and probing it.
"Well, I can't grip stuff properly with it. I think the knife caused-"
She stopped him with her steely eyes. "Are you saying that you have a form of-," she cut herself off and looked at his hand quickly before continuing with what she was saying. "Yep," she decided. "I'd say you have a mild form of Ulnar neuropathy."
"What's that?" Percy asked. "And not the Wiki page please."
"Weakness in your hand; yours isn't extreme, as you can still move your fingers, but that's the best guess I have."
Percy sighed. "Typical; αυτό είναι ακριβώς τύχη μου."
Annabeth smiled. "Did you mean to say 'just my luck'?"
"I did," he replied. "I got it right?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm a great teacher." Of course, she didn't tell him that she had also taught him 'I really like you Annabeth' instead of, 'where's the Coffee shop. I have a hankering', when he was first learning Greek; after all, he didn't need to know that.
They stopped at bus station and Thalia crawled in.
What can I say about Thalia?
A day after she was freed from her tree:
"We're about to go to war? Oh well, no worries, as I'm a daughter of Zeus (teenage pregnancy, before he met Hera. Yeah, she's been in limbo for a long time. Don't question it,) so I'll be able to stop them."
A week later:
"Why do I have to give offering to the Gods. All excepting Zeus, I'm higher than all of them! they should be giving offering to me!"
Percy looked at Thalia. "So, how are you?"
She shrugged, not bothering to respond. "Look," she started. "I think I should lead this mission, as," she turned to look at them, "Percy, you're only the son of old drippy-"
"Hey!" Poseidon turned in his seat to glare at her. "What did you say?"
She frowned at him. "Who are you?" she asked arrogantly.
"I'm Percy's father, Poseidon, God of the Sea."
She smirked. "Well, I said what I-"
"I could deck you any day, you little bastard!"
"Poseidon," Sally started.
Thalia sniggered. "I doubt it. Jackson's are weak."
Poseidon looked at Sally, who gave him a nod of approval.
"Hey, let me out of this!" Thalia cried suspended above the car in a bubble of water.
Poseidon smirked as Sally rattled on about Percy as a baby.
"Percy has such a resistance to heat because of his daddy that I had to use all the hot water just to give him a bath he'd actually enjoy!"
Annabeth grinned. "Really?"
"Yep," Sally confirmed. "It was so cute, seeing him burble in his bath to himself!"
"Right, we're stopping here," Poseidon interrupted. "Need to pick up the car."
Sally frowned. "I thought we had a car?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but this is hire. We'll complete the rest of the journey in Percy's."
Percy sat up. "What do you mean?"
Poseidon and Sally smiled at him.
"Well," Sally started. "Since you're going to be driving soon-"
"And we're ignoring the real American age you need to be," Poseidon added.
"- we thought we'd give you Poseidon's car!"
No, no, no," Percy started, fear clutching him. "It's not the-"
"It's there!"
Percy pressed himself against the window, cold fear racing down his spine, as looked upon the YUGO GV!
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
"Is it okay if I get in the back, where no-one will see me?" Annabeth asked.
"Go ahead," Percy sighed."
Thalia, in the seat behind Percy, smiled. "My father would give me the best car money could buy," she informed him.
Percy glared back at her from the driver's seat. "Yeah? Why don't you get him to drive you there then?"
Thalia shut up.
Sally was asleep in the back as they drove closer to Westover Hall, Poseidon regaling them of his old stories, Annabeth and Thalia listening closer as Percy contemplated driving the car into the lake, killing them all.
"Yeah, so after Hades, Zeus and I got pissed, we'd drive our car past the Goddesses flat. Then, we'd sneak through the window and one of us would end up getting laid… usually me," Poseidon added.
Annabeth smiled. "When was this?"
"Oh, 5000 years ago or so. Before Zeus met Hera… in fact, I think he met Hera doing one of those chick raids-"
"Dad, stop!" Percy cried.
"When was Hades fun?" Thalia asked.
Poseidon ignored Percy and frowned. "Well, he only became boring once he was given the Underworld. Before then, he was a real party animal. That's how Persephone fell for him. Had two kids, I think. What were there names… Nico something and Becky, I think."
"Aren't they Maria's kids in the original version?" Thalia asked.
"Screw original. Nico and Becky are Persephone and Hades kids; not quite demigods, but about the same calibre-"
Percy stopped the car suddenly. "Right, we're here!" he grabbed his bags and leapt out of the car, forcing his friends to thank Sally and Poseidon quickly and hurry after him.
He stomped a good distance away, before Thalia and Annabeth caught up.
"Your dad's actually pretty cool," Thalia admitted to Percy.
"Your mom's great too," Annabeth added. "And Tyson… in fact, you're family just rules in general."
Percy grunted as they walked closer.
Annabeth frowned as they got closer. "I don't know… looks pretty intimidating…"
Percy turned to face her. "What's wrong?"
She hung back. "Sure we should go in?"
He moved closer. "Well, Grover's in there-"
"Don't be a fucking pansy, Annabeth," Thalia admonished.
Percy glared at her before taking Annabeth's shoulder. "Think about the architecture!" he swept his arm at it. "Look at the pillars, and, erm, gates, and-"
"-turrets, balustrades, arched ribs," Annabeth helped him along.
"Yeah," Percy smiled enthusiastically.
She thought about it, before admitting: "Well, I do like castles."
"Yay," Percy smiled with a little 'go you' gesture.
They walked up and into the castle, opening the doors, letting the wind billow into the hall, before closing them with a soft thump. Percy turned, before jerking back in shock at the two figures standing before them, seemingly waiting.
"Hello?" Annabeth asked.
The tall man strode forward, rubbing his military cut as he did so. "Who are you?"
Thalia smiled, before striding forward. "I've read this bit in the books; I know what to do." With that, she snapped her fingers, and said:
"We're students at this school."
"No, you're not," the woman replied.
"Yeah, we are," she snapped her fingers again.
"No, you're not," the man echoed.
Thalia frowned. "That mist thing was supposed to work…"
Percy made to step forward, before he felt a sting on his wrist. He grasped it, rubbing it to relieve the burning feeling. He lifted up his sleeve to reveal a small trident burnt onto his wrist.
"What the hell…?" he muttered.
Annabeth turned to look at him. "What's wrong?"
Percy waved her away. "I'll tell you later."
The man, Dr (who gave this nutjob a Ph.D) Thorn, looked at him, and fear flitted across his features.
Percy frowned, feeling his eyes on his wrist, his hand slipping to his sword.
Dr Thorn made to say something as Grover came out of a doorway where a party was taking place.
"Hey ya guys! So glad you could make it!" He grasped Annabeth and gave her air kisses on each cheek, repeated this with Thalia and moved towards Percy.
"Kiss me, air or no air, and I'll punch you," Percy warned him.
Grover drew back frowning.
"Sorry," Percy said, feeling slightly bad about what he'd said.
But Grover shook his head, drawing them all away from the Dr Thorn and whatsherface, ignoring them, and leading them into the hall where the dance was taking place.
Grover put a hand up to forestall any talk and pointed to the bleachers, where a boy and girl were arguing about something. They both had glossy black hair, and olive skin, and the boy was shuffling cards.
Percy nodded at them. "Is that them?"
Grover frowned. "Yeah." He gave Percy a curious look. "Perce, have you done anything different recently?"
He smiled. "Well I did switch soaps…"
Annabeth laughed, but Grover plunged forward.
"It's just… I used to be able to smell you from miles away, because you're so powerful-"
"Thanks Grover-," Percy started.
"-but now, your scent is so… I mean, I have to really concentrate to pick it up now."
Annabeth frowned. "But that's not right, is it? By rights, he should be stinking up this hall."
Grover nodded. "Yeah, right? But he's protecting you guys too. The closer you all get to Percy, the less I can smell you." Grover gave them another look, before pointing over at the demigods. "They're Nico and Bianca Di Angelo, and the boy has exactly the same thing. He's been covering his sister's scent, which is fucking stinky mind, and that's why Thorn hasn't gotten to them yet, though I suspect he's getting closer."
"Thorn?" Thalia asked. "Like the guy we just met?"
"The one and same," Grover agreed.
Annabeth looked confused. "But… Nico and Bianca…," she turned to Percy. "Do you think they're the Nico and Becky your dad mentioned? Children of Hades?"
Percy remembered that in a flash. "Gods, you're right!"
Thalia scowled. "Okay, assuming they are Children of Hades, that would make them extremely powerful, not as much as me, but still pretty good. So why's Nico's scent so negligible?"
Grover shrugged. "I don't know… but we need to get them out of here."
Thalia nodded. "We don't want to bait Thorn though… how about we announce our presence, and unite the school against them?"
Percy thought that sounded shit, and thankfully, Annabeth proposed something else.
"With respect, Thalia, and please don't fry me, but how about we dance, keep an eye on them, and go from there? We can deal with Thorn later."
"Or we could just call my dad, get him to kill Thorn, and get the Di Angelo's?" Percy suggested.
"That sucks," Grover decided. "Let's risk our lives and accomplish nothing, yeah?"
So they did. Annabeth dragged Percy into the middle of the floor and took his hand.
"Lead," she commanded.
Percy dutifully obeyed, and they swung wildly around the floor to a song Percy hated.
"Look," Percy started. "I don't know how my scent has gotten so mixed up, but maybe it has something to do with this," he pulled up his jacket to reveal the trident burn.
Annabeth looked at it, while they still moved around the floor, her face clearing.
"That must be it. When did you get this?"
Percy shrugged. "When I came into Westover… do you think it's something to do with the castle?"
She shook her head. "No… but we don't know if they burn is part of it either… I think," she said, biting her lip, "that we need to see whether or not Nico has one too. Then we'll be on to something."
Percy nodded, as Annabeth made to move off to the Di Angelo's.
"Wait," Percy said, taking her hand. She turned to face him, stormy eyes blazing, but held his ground. "Shouldn't we finish the song," he suggested nervously.
She smiled tentatively. "What about the Di Angelo's?"
"They have Grover and Thalia to look after them."
Annabeth came back, sighing. "We shouldn't… but okay."
They continued their wild dance around the floor, knocking into people and objects. Thorn, Dr Thorn, watched them from the side, but Percy merely winked at him, before they swung off for new targets. They were dancing to catchy music, 'Something That I Want' by Grace Potter, and the other students joined in, others clapping from the side. Even Thorn tapped his foot to the dancers.
Percy and Annabeth separated, going into their own free style, before the beat climaxed and they moved together and swung away, Annabeth laughing.
They stopped when they hit the punch table, laughing as they looked upon the mild destruction they'd caused.
Annabeth was doubled over, breathing heavily, but she smiled at Percy, her face red, before staggering over to the Di Angelo's.
Percy, still grinning, followed. When he and Annabeth reached Nico and Bianca, they were breathing too heavily, so they had to move back before they started talking.
Percy held his wrist out to Nico, who looked scared and confused at the red faced, giggling mad man offering his wrist to him. "Hey there, Nico; do you have a little burn on your wrist, maybe a trident?"
"Chi cazzo sei, Signorina Margherita?"
Perc y frowned. "What?"
Bianca moved forward, sheilding her brother. "Who are you?"
Percy regained his composure, and held out his hands. "This seems weird, but I have a quick question? Sorry, but does you brother have any sort of burn on his wrist? Anything?"
Annabeth nodded behind him, encouraging.
Bianca frowned. "Then you'll go?"
Percy bit his lip. "Errr, sure."
"Well," she started. "He's had this one one, which looks a little like a two pronged trident, but that's it. You won't get him into your cult!" She added.
"The mark of Hades," Annabeth told Percy.
"Perfect," he responded.
"What do you mean?" Bianca asked furiously.
Nico stepped forward. "Chillax, sorella. Siamo tutti bussinessmen qui. Perché vi preoccupate per la mia piccola bruciare? C'è soldi in ballo?"
"What?" Percy asked.
Bianca shook her head. "He asked what's important about it."
"Can he speak English?" Annabeth asked.
"Yeah, but he has random spurts of italian."
Nico piped up again. "Yeah, that's right. What do you want with me, idraulico piccolo?"
Percy and Annabeth exchanged a look. They were getting closer to not only getting the Di Angelo's out of here, but also to discovering the significance of the marks on Percy and Nico's arms.
Percy glanced over at Nico, seeing the Mythomagic cards. "What are those?"
Annabeth took Bianca's arm. "Let me talk to you. We have a lot to discuss. Percy will look after Nico."
He nodded at Nico. "So… Nico… what do you do in Mythomagic?"
Nico shrugged. "You use your cards to win. It's addictive, but it's per omosessuali piccoli."
"Pardon?"
"Little homos," Nico explained.
Percy nodded. "Right. Could I have a look?"
Ten minutes later, Percy was held by Grover and Thalia as Annabeth held the cards over a burning bin at the side of the hall.
"Nico doesn't want them anymore!" Percy cried. "He gave them to me! He has the Silver foil collectables! You can't burn them!"
"You're addicted," Thalia told him.
"You're addicted," he retorted. "I need my cards!"
Nico stepped up. "Let them go Peter-"
"Percy!"
"Whatever. Come ho frega cazzo."
"When'd you get so strong, Percy?!" Grover whined, as they struggled to hold him.
Percy felt energised, and stronger than ever, and he used it to try and get to his cards.
Annabeth dropped the cards into the bin as Percy threw Grover and Thalia off. He collapsed as he saw the cards set alight.
"It's okay," Annabeth soothed, leaning down over his hunched form. "You'll get over it. It was just a little excitment. You'll get over it."
Percy threw off her hand, glaring at all of them; Grover and Thalia, Nico and Bianca, Annabeth...
"Get the Di Angelo's out of here. I need a moment."
He ignored Annabeth's hurt face, and strode out of the hall and down one of the corridors, fuming over the cards. Silver edition, gone! The lead figurines that could give you cancer as soon as joy, but still! All burned...
He didn't even notice the footsteps until it was too late.
He felt pain across his back as he was thrown into a wall. He hit te stone hard, falling onto his front, but he surprised himself, pushing himself straight to his feet, with little recovery. His ADHD was working like never before, fast enough for him to dodge a spike that hurtled out of the darkness. Surprised by his own speed, he was caught off guard by the tail that came flying through the darkness.
It hit him square in the chest, making his vision darken. He hit the floor and struggled to remain concious as he saw Thorn step over him, frowning.
"One of the Three, eh? Well, I'm sure I'll be allowed to dispose of you once she's done."
Percy saw his foot rear out of the darkness and onto his face.
I know it's difficult to review for some due to Fan Fiction being a bitch, but it should be fine next chapter. Anyway, the 'Three' shall be explained later, in full detail, but don't worry; it won't affect the story too much. I'm still sticking rigidly to the Titan's Curse a nd parodying it. Please take the time to review and tell me what you thought of the Percabeth, Percy's addiction to Mythomagic (which will be coming in later) or just send me a 'lol', or a 'crap' or whatever. Please help to get this story to 1,300 and I'll give you another cahpter extremly quickly. BTW, I'm on holiday, so that's why updates are so quick. Weird for me, right? Please review! Just below and takes two seconds!