"Why does it have to be from my point of view?" Percy asked as they sat down
"Because you have really bad luck," Annabeth answered kissing his cheek.
"Who wants to read next?" Piper asked picking the book up. Rachel held up her hand.
14 I BECOME A KNOWN FUGITIVE
I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.
Percy just shook his head and said nope.
The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!
All the kids laughed at that.
The river raced toward me at the speed of a truck. Wind ripped the breath from my lungs. Steeples and skyscrapers and bridges tumbled in and out of my vision. And then: Flaaa-boooom! A whiteout of bubbles. I sank through the murk, sure that I was about to end up embedded in a hundred feet of mud and lost forever. But my impact with the water hadn't hurt. I was falling slowly now, bubbles trickling up through my fingers.
Poseidon and Chiron sighed in relieve.
I settled on the river bottom soundlessly. A catfish the size of my stepfather lurched away into the gloom. Clouds of silt and disgusting garbage-beer bottles, old shoes, plastic bags-swirled up all around me. At that point, I realized a few things: first, I had not been flattened into a pancake. I had not been barbecued. I couldn't even feel the Chimera poison boiling in my veins anymore.
"Not a bad relation of things," Annabeth smiled. Percy just smiled sheepishly
I was alive, which was good. Second realization: I wasn't wet. I mean, I could feel the coolness of the water. I could see where the fire on my clothes had been quenched. But when I touched my own shirt, it felt perfectly dry.
"That's so cool," Leo said looking at Percy, Jason nodded agreeing.
I looked at the garbage floating by and snatched an old cigarette lighter. No way, I thought. I flicked the lighter. It sparked. A tiny flame appeared, right there at the bottom of the Mississippi.
"Leo no," Piper said just as Leo got an idea.
"What?" Leo asked innocently
"Annabeth please don't leave Leo alone with Percy," Piper asked looking at Annabeth with a smile. Annabeth nodded accepting. Percy looked at Leo and gave him a mischief smile
I grabbed a soggy hamburger wrapper out of the current and immediately the paper turned dry. I lit it with no problem. As soon as I let it go, the flames sputtered out. The wrapper turned back into a slimy rag. Weird. But the strangest thought occurred to me only last: I was breathing.
"That's really the last thing that you thought of," Thalia asked shaking her head.
"You know by now how my mind works," was all Percy said to defend himself. All the kids laughed at that.
I was underwater, and I was breathing normally. I stood up, thigh-deep in mud. My legs felt shaky. My hands trembled. I should've been dead. The fact that I wasn't seemed like ... well, a miracle. I imagined a woman's voice, a voice that sounded a bit like my mother: Percy, what do you say? "Um ... thanks." Underwater, I sounded like I did on recordings, like a much older kid. "Thank you ... Father."
"You're welcome," Poseidon smiled happy that his son was fine
No response. Just the dark drift of garbage downriver, the enormous catfish gliding by, the flash of sunset on the water's surface far above, turning everything the color of butterscotch. Why had Poseidon saved me? The more I thought about it, the more ashamed I felt. So I'd gotten lucky a few times before. Against a thing like the Chimera, I had never stood a chance. Those poor people in the Arch were probably toast. I couldn't protect them. I was no hero.
"Percy," Annabeth said softly. She took his hand and squeezed it. Percy just looked at her and closed his eyes.
Maybe I should just stay down here with the catfish, join the bottom feeders. Fump-fump-fump. A riverboat's paddlewheel churned above me, swirling the silt around. There, not five feet in front of me, was my sword, its gleaming bronze hilt sticking up in the mud. I heard that woman's voice again: Percy, take the sword. Your father believes in you. This time, I knew the voice wasn't in my head. I wasn't imagining it. Her words seemed to come from everywhere, rippling through the water like dolphin sonar. "Where are you?" I called aloud. Then, through the gloom, I saw her-a woman the color of the water, a ghost in the current, floating just above the sword. She had long billowing hair, and her eyes, barely visible, were green like mine. A lump formed in my throat. I said, "Mom?"
"Probably not my best idea," Poseidon said rubbing his neck sheepishly. Everyone agreed, Hera and Hestia just gave him disappointed looks
No, child, only a messenger, though your mother's fate is not as hopeless as you believe. Go to the beach in Santa Monica. "What?" It is your father's will. Before you descend into the Underworld, you must go to Santa Monica. Please, Percy, I cannot stay long. The river here is too foul for my presence.
Groves sighed sadly,
"Hey G-man we will fix it," Percy promised, smiling at his best friend, Grover smiled back at him and nodded.
"But ..." I was sure this woman was my mother, or a vision of her, anyway. "Who-how did you-" There was so much I wanted to ask, the words jammed up in my throat. I cannot stay, brave one, the woman said. She reached out, and I felt the current brush my face like a caress. You must go to Santa Monica! And, Percy, do not trust the gifts...
"What gifts?" Poseidon and Chiron asked at the same time.
"You wouldn't like it," was all Percy Annabeth and Grover said
Her voice faded. "Gifts?" I asked. "What gifts? Wait!" She made one more attempt to speak, but the sound was gone. Her image melted away. If it was my mother, I had lost her again. I felt like drowning myself. The only problem: I was immune to drowning. Your father believes in you, she had said. She'd also called me brave ... unless she was talking to the catfish.
"I don't think so Percy," Chiron smiled
I waded toward Riptide and grabbed it by the hilt. The Chimera might still be up there with its snaky, fat mother, waiting to finish me off. At the very least, the mortal police would be arriving, trying to figure out who had blown a hole in the Arch. If they found me, they'd have some questions. I capped my sword, stuck the ballpoint pen in my pocket. "Thank you, Father," I said again to the dark water. Then I kicked up through the muck and swam for the surface. I came ashore next to a floating McDonald's.
Grover and Piper gaged at that.
A block away, every emergency vehicle in St. Louis was surrounding the Arch. Police helicopters circled overhead. The crowd of onlookers reminded me of Times Square on New Year's Eve. A little girl said, "Mama! That boy walked out of the river." "That's nice, dear," her mother said, craning her neck to watch the ambulances. "But he's dry!" "That's nice, dear."
"We really don't see anything do we?" Rachel asked laughing. Everyone nodded agreeing wither.
"Not you Red," Percy and Annabeth smiled.
A news lady was talking for the camera: "Probably not a terrorist attack, we're told, but it's still very early in the investigation. The damage, as you can see, is very serious. We're trying to get to some of the survivors, to question them about eyewitness reports of someone falling from the Arch." Survivors. I felt a surge of relief. Maybe the park ranger and that family made it out safely. I hoped Annabeth and Grover were okay. I tried to push through the crowd to see what was going on inside the police line. "... an adolescent boy," another reporter was saying.
"Time to go Percy," Thalia and Nico said at the same time, everyone nodded agreeing with them.
"Channel Five has learned that surveillance cameras show an adolescent boy going wild on the observation deck, somehow setting off this freak explosion. Hard to believe, John, but that's what we're hearing. Again, no confirmed fatalities ..." I backed away, trying to keep my head down. I had to go a long way around the police perimeter. Uniformed officers and news reporters were everywhere. I'd almost lost hope of ever finding Annabeth and Grover when a familiar voice bleated, "Perrr-cy!" I turned and got tackled by Grover's bear hug-or goat hug.
"Just like this morning, will you two ever grow up?" Annabeth asked looking at Grover and Percy who were smiling. They looked at each other before shaking their heads.
He said, "We thought you'd gone to Hades the hard way!" Annabeth stood behind him,
"More like the easy way," Nico laughed
"Well that would be the first time and not the last time," Annabeth said shaking her head. Poseidon and Chiron looked sharply at Annabeth and Percy.
trying to look angry, but even she seemed relieved to see me. "We can't leave you alone for five minutes! What happened?" "I sort of fell." "Percy! Six hundred and thirty feet?" Behind us, a cop shouted, "Gangway!" The crowd parted, and a couple of paramedics hustled out, rolling a woman on a stretcher. I recognized her immediately as the mother of the little boy who'd been on the observation deck. She was saying, "And then this huge dog, this huge fire-breathing Chihuahua-" "Okay, ma'am," the paramedic said. "Just calm down. Your family is fine. The medication is starting to kick in." "I'm not crazy! This boy jumped out of the hole and the monster disappeared." Then she saw me. "There he is! That's the boy!"
"Really time to go," Thalia said getting worried.
I turned quickly and pulled Annabeth and Grover after me. We disappeared into the crowd. "What's going on?" Annabeth demanded. "Was she talking about the Chihuahua on the elevator?" I told them the whole story of the Chimera, Echidna, my high-dive act, and the underwater lady's message. "Whoa," said Grover. "We've got to get you to Santa Monica! You can't ignore a summons from your dad." Before Annabeth could respond, we passed another reporter doing a news break, and I almost froze in my tracks when he said, "Percy Jackson. That's right, Dan. Channel Twelve has learned that the boy who may have caused this explosion fits the description of a young man wanted by authorities for a serious New Jersey bus accident three days ago. And the boy is believed to be traveling west. For our viewers at home, here is a photo of Percy Jackson."
"We really have bad luck, has Ares made his appearance?" Percy whispered to Annabeth.
"Not yet, Percy don't you remember any of this?" Annabeth asked shaking her head
"I remember what happened it just hard to keep track what happened where," Percy answered
We ducked around the news van and slipped into an alley. "First things first," I told Grover. "We've got to get out of town!" Somehow, we made it back to the Amtrak station without getting spotted. We got on board the train just before it pulled out for Denver. The train trundled west as darkness fell, police lights still pulsing against the St. Louis skyline behind us.
"Okay, I'm done who's next?" Rachel asked. Percy lifted his hand
"Oh no, you are not reading," Annabeth said shaking her head.
"I'll read," Leo said taking the book from Rachel.
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I don't know when I will be updating this after today, as I'm starting tomorrow with my second year of studies. So my writing time will be effected. But I promise I'm not giving up on this story.
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