Mark Andrew - Was that sarcasm lol? i thought id heard stuff like that before... anyway thanks for comment
TheFire44 - Hope this kinda helps? Percy used his powers to escape
Rohan Rodrigues - To be blunt, yes
anyway, enjoy!
Her hands pressed his shoulders deeper into the mattress below, far stronger than the weight pressing on his hips. In the dimmer light of his room, he caught a glimpse of the fiery blush that settled down to her collarbone. In a weak protest, one that unfortunately gave Artemis complete access to his neck, he tilted his head to stare at the Moonlace beyond the window.
He jumped when her lips pressed to his neck, leaving sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss. Despite himself, slight gasps slipped through his lips each spot she left, and a flush spread across his face.
"Hav'n fun yet?" The grin on her lips was one he could feel on his neck and hear in her voice.
"Artemis, please stop." His words came out in a soft pant, as he made a final attempt to break the cuffs.
He practically jumped out of his skin when he awoke. The sun gleaming through the window directly on his face. He sat for a moment, waiting for the crawling feeling to dissipate from his skin.
First things first, bathroom. Carefully pulling himself to a stand, he wandered past the drowsy and distracted passengers.
"I like your tattoo, where'd ya get it?" One of them, a girl about his age, said with a vague gesture to his hand. His entire body locked in place, giving the girl a slight look before looking down at the back of his hand. He stayed stiff in place, wide eyed, futilely attempting to calm his rapidly building pulse
A glowing silver crescent moon sat on the back of his palm, almost taunting him. The crawling returned anew, like a million ants, and the woman's words vanished from his mind.
He stumbled over his own feet in haste to get to the bathroom, and practically broke the door slamming and locking it. The room was small, with barely enough room for a toilet and sink, but it served his needs regardless.
The reflection Percy that stared back at him had seen better days. The start of bags beneath his eyes combined with the stubble across his jaw and clothing, was almost reminiscent of a homeless dude. Almost hidden by his hood, his fingers traced the line of hickeys up and down his neck.
The first scrub of his hand proved ineffective to remove the stain. The second attempt, and those that followed, only got harder until the entire area around it was beyond red and irritated. No, this thing would get off his hand, no matter how bad the idea.
Riptide, in full celestial bronze glory, settled in his opposite palm. With a quickly growing lack of care, the edge of the blade settled at the end of the mark closest to his wrist. With a beat to compose himself, the blade easily began to split his skin.
It took a bit longer, and a bit more blood, than he had expected to get that piece off. He tossed the skin to the sink with a small huff, carefully pulling water free to heal his self-inflicted wound. It was hardly the most grievous injury, considering his track record for pissing off or fighting immortals. Already the beginnings of a scab stretched across the space.
He finally started to relax, settled within the confines of his hoodie. Mom would have seen the note by now, that was without a doubt. Of course, she would be worried sick with the utter lack of an excuse. And Olympus may be after him now as well, if they were going to go after him. It would make far more sense for them not to blame Artemis for this, and the trio was just as likely to squeeze Zeus' fury onto him.
The entire train car careened to the right before he could properly brace, sending Percy face-first into the mirror. Instead of righting itself, the entire world spun around him, occasionally bashing him across the small room.
A couple hours earlier
"You think she's here, Apollo?" Aphrodite studied the door, her rarely seen dagger comfortable in her fist.
"I know it is. I can feel her presence now," He vaguely gestured to the door with his sword, "How do we want to do this?" She only vaguely shrugged in response, and rapped on the door twice.
"Aphrodite!" He hissed in response.
"What? Did you want to break in?"
"Maybe!" A muffled call beyond the door made his mouth snap shut. They slipped their weapons behind their forms, and waited. It wasn't the worst apartment complex to find Artemis in, he mused. The main demographic being families and old people was a promising sign for their hides.
It was far more surprising to come face to face with Poseidon's ex-lover. Sally Jackson, slightly haggard but very much the mother of Percy. She seemed as surprised, though she dipped into a slight bow.
"My Lord, My Lady, how can I help you today?" Both shared a short glance of surprise, before the weapons vanished from their grasp.
"Do you have anything to do today, Miss Jackson? And do you have anyone home with you?" Apollo took off before Aphrodite could say otherwise.
"I… do not believe so, Lord Apollo, on both accounts." Her expression was easy to read, truthful. He nodded slightly, and snapped his fingers.
"You have a spa appointment in ten minutes," Aphrodite gave a surprised but approving nod as a response, "I am afraid I won't take no for an answer."
"Alright," She barely nodded, seemingly confused by the turn of events. It had taken less than a minute to get her from the house and on a direct route, leaving the duo standing in the midst of the Jackson/Blofis home.
"Well, you check Sally's room, I'll check Percy's?" Apollo only gave a reluctant nod, before he vanished behind the door.
Percy's room was dark, with barely any light peeking between the curtains to illuminate a strip across the bed to the door. The smell was one she knew thoroughly, with a mixture of wildflowers.
The room was not empty, despite her initial suspicion. A single figure buried beneath a large blanket, curled on its side. Just above, she noticed a gleaming pair of handcuffs, connecting chain wrapped through Perseus' headboard.
Aphrodite carefully walked around the bed, until she finally saw Artemis' face barely peeking from the covers. The huntress' expression was far too blank, alarmingly so. Carefully, to avoid startling her, Aphrodite gently wrapped her hand around Artemis' shoulder.
When Apollo entered the room, she only solemnly shook her head, he understood. He was far faster in his motions, wrapping her tighter in the blanket and hoisting her into his arms. She stayed almost entirely still, though Aphrodite could have sworn she heard some muttering.
This would not end well