CHAPTER VI
Perseus didn't like being in the air, not even when he had the power of every wind God and Zeus himself, it still felt unnatural to him. So barreling head over heels towards asphalt 656 feet below him generally wasn't something he was overly fond of. As the wind whipped and slapped him around he cursed himself, he had lost control of his hold over the water and completely overdone it, and ended up pushing himself off the edge. His eyes wildly scanned the air above him, ignoring the urge to look down at his impending doom of becoming a Perseus-pancake on the street. He could see the water that he had called quickly catching up to him in the form of a spray of mist and droplets. Furrowing his eyebrows in concentration, he brought his hands together in a crushing motion and willed the water to take a more solid form, calling it down to him at the same time. Please work, please work, please work, please work. He kept the mantra circling in his head as he controlled the water into a surf-board shape and planted his feet squarely on it. Swirling around and righting himself, Perseus could clearly see the white of all the peoples eyes looking up at him and pointing in astonishment. He grunted as he struggled to pull up as the asphalt neared. With a roar he gave a final tug as he grappled with gravity and finally overcame it, willing the water board to fly him up above the awestruck faces of the mortals screaming and jabbing their fingers in his direction, Perseus swore he heard a kid yell out something about the 'Silver Surfer'. He willed the board to hover lazily down and into the clearing in the little park he had spotted from atop the building.
If anyone asked, Perseus would say he landed gracefully and willed the water to dissipate, and would never admit to the fact that in actuality he face-planted into a tree and got drenched with his own water. Sitting up, he rubbed his face and groaned as he felt the water heal his fractured nose. Perseus stood up and brushed himself off, flicking his wrist willing himself dry, and headed out of the park. Walking amongst people again was like whiplash, it was completely different than when he had looked down from the building. Looking back up at said building, Perseus realized he had just skydived off the Bank of America Tower, which put him squarely in.. Bryant Park, which meant he wasn't too far away from his mom's apartment! Perseus had to stop himself from doing a little jig as to not embarrass himself and took off towards his old home.
The sights, the smells, the sounds! By Chaos the sounds! He still couldn't get over the bustling echo of his city, it was never truly quiet. And after only listening to his world tearing itself apart with its constant booming thunder and the roar of waves as they split the lands for months on end, the yell of pedestrians and the beeps of the cars that inched by were heavenly to his ears. Perseus peered up at the Chrysler building and let out an involuntary shiver as he remembered the last time he had seen the skyscraper in his old world, Perses didn't hold the domain of Destruction for no reason and was probably one of the hardest Titans he had to take.
Keeping up his stride and trying to forget about the catastrophe that was his battle with the Titan of Destruction, Perseus finally noticed the funny looks the mortals around him shot him as he passed by. He looked down and realized he was only wearing tattered jeans and a torn black jacket. He couldn't help the blush that creeped up his face as he quickly darted into a convenience store to look for a change of clothes. Rummaging through an isle in the back left of the store he found a decent pair of pants and a nice blue shirt with a trident on the back and snorted at the irony. Perseus didn't have any money but he was confident in his ability to use the mist and trick the cashier into giving it to him for free, but as he walked up to the storefront he faltered. Mounted on a wall was a T.V. that was broadcasting CNN, but Perseus could care less about the current mortal affairs going on in the world, what drew his attention was the white series of numbers on the bottom right hand corner of the screen, a date. "Hey kid" he turned to the clerk who looked like he was maybe 16. "Is that today's date?" Perseus asked, gesturing at the T.V.
"Uh yes sir, that is. Are you a tourist from a different time zone or somethin?" the kid replied, looking weirdly at Perseus as he dropped pieces of torn paper on the counter. He snapped his fingers in the kids face and was satisfied at the glazed look that came across his face.
"Yeah, a different time zone, you could say that." Perseus chuckled, and put the torn papers in the clerks hand "Here's the cash to pay for the clothes, keep the change kid." He didn't hear the boys muttered reply as he walked out the store, his mind lost on the implication of those numbers. The date on the T.V. if it was true… then Gaea hadn't risen in this world yet, and if Chaos was to be believed and this reality was almost exactly the same, then that meant that the Argo II had just set sail back for America and the Romans were marching against the Greek Half-Bloods and hunting them down. His mood soured as he thought about the roman demigods, those pampered bastards. Perseus let his mind wander to the past as he reached the East River. He sighed and let go of long ago grudges and overlooked the river, to his left he could just about make out the Queensboro Bridge around two dozen blocks away and smiled as he thought about hugging his mother again. His moment of relative peace and daydream was cut short as something stocky and burly shot out of the river and tackled him to the ground. With a grunt Perseus let the momentum lead into a tumble and kicked whatever was trying to claw at him off and away. In a flash Riptide was in his hand, the dark celestial bronze emitting a low glow in the evenings setting sun as he turned to meet his aggressor.
A/N: Aaaand theres chapter 6 not much to say except sorry for the small delay, and please review!
Take it easy out there folks :)