Quest Time Finale Part 1

I guess I should make this a little more clear. This story is of an over powered Percy. He's going to be broken, but not enough to make it bad. This also means the entire PJO verse is on an upgrade. Kinda. We'll see.

Also there are needs for when he uses his 'special skills', like his flaw needing blood. That's like, as a heads up.

One more thing I will clarify. I apologize for the extended update. From now on - since it's summer - I will be putting updates Every Other Friday. So keep that in mind. Also, this was originally going to be the last chapter of this arc, but looks like it will be extended into two.

Also, thank you to all who reviewed the last chapter, I enjoyed them very much! It honestly helps me create the next chapter. So if I see something I enjoy in a review like Delayed Inspiration's USS Arizona, I will include it.

Onto the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO

"Is it just me or is it stupid how you have special powers?"

Percy blew out a huff of air from exertion and said, "Don't most - if not all - demigods have special powers?"

Clarisse scowled as she lept from one tree branch to another. "Well, yeah. But you have too much. Your regeneration, weapons and creation. Not to mention you have both brain and brawn. Oh! Plus that freaky black eyes thing."

She then seemed to pout. "All I have is strength, battle smarts and my electric spear. It's not fair."

Percy laughed as he jumped to the next tree branch. "Didn't anyone ever tell you? Life's not fair."

He agreed with her, though. He did have many powers and he had a sneaking suspicion that more were to come.

Currently, the two of them were jumping through the many trees going toward the golden fleece. The two of them were tasked with getting it while Annabeth and Tyson were tasked with somehow getting Grover and making it back to the ship.

Percy didn't know how they would do it, just that they would succeed.

They had to.

Finally, Percy held his hand up in a fist, motioning Clarisse to stop with him on a sturdy branch.

She stopped but didn't seem to understand that they needed to be quite too because she started yammering about this and that. "Like, your bow. It's stupid how you can blow things up with it. The thing is already strong by itself but now it's basically a bazooka? That's stupid."

Percy lowered his fist as he turned and put his finger to his lips in the universal motion to be quiet before turning to face forward again. Clarisse finally seemed to understand (to Percy's relief, he thought he would have to tell her) as she followed suit.

In front of them were a herd of sheep. Bigger than cows, smaller than cars, they were behemoths. Percy hadn't seen much sheep in his life but he knew these were about twice the size of normal ones.

"I knew they were going to be big, but not that big."

Clarisse put on a victorious smirk as she whispered back. "Told you! These things are big, right?!"

Percy now smirked. "Heard that before."

Clarisse looked at him confused before a look of awe quickly replaced by disgust was given. "First of all, that didn't even work. The words I said didn't match what you implied. Second, I hope you're lying because for someone as young as you to...oh boy."

Percy continued to smirk as he faced her before he raised his index finger to his lips, telling her to shut up. She scowled at this.

Some of the sheep were walking around, some of them were laying on the ground and Percy swore he saw one humping another.

He turned toward Clarisse again. "So I'm just supposed to blow them up with my bow? Will this even work?"

Clarisse faced away from him, obviously pretending to not have heard him. The boy gave a frustrated huff. "Fine, you can talk. You don't have to be silent like I told you. Now answer my question!"

She turned to him, that victorious smirk on her face again. "Yes, you're supposed to blow them up with that new superpower. Now, chop-chop."

Percy still looked sceptical. "Well, I don't know how big the explosion will be. Plus, I think Imma pass out when I do shoot it. Also, I don't know how long I'll be out. Oh, and what about the golden fleece? Won't it blow up?"

The daughter of Ares rolled her eyes. "Don't you remember what Annabeth said? The golden fleece was created with a god's blessing. It can't blow up. As for you passing out, that's why I'm here you doofus." As she finished that statement, she lightly tapped Percy's head to emphasize her point.

Which just happened to be enough for him to lose his balance.

From what Percy could gather, he was falling from about twenty-five to thirty feet in the air. Unlike the movies, time was not slowing down. He was flipping at a rapid pace as he fell and could briefly see Clarisse's smirk as he rushed toward the ground.

That bitch! She was happy he fell! She had to have done that on purpose.

Percy promptly gave her the bird as his mind clicked into gear and his body went into autopilot, slowing his rotation just enough for him to land - albeit roughly - on his feet.

This is where it became tricky.

As soon as he turned around he could already see the carnivorous sheep rushing toward him. His brain began creating different scenarios in his head.

If he pulled out Black Mamba, there was a very good possibility that not only would he die, but Clarisse too. Although if he shot it right and Clarisse ran right away, Percy could heal from all of the damage he would cause to himself.

His eyes flashed up, noting Clarisse just staring at him, a smile still present, not moving an inch.

Fucking bitch. He would choke her to death if they survived this quest.

He sighed before looking down at the ground.

Time for papa to go to work.

Percy began taking slow steps forward, going straight towards the rushing animals at a steady pace. Then he spread his arms out wide before flicking his wrists, twin white blades appearing in both hands.

Then he stopped in front of the wild beasts, waiting for them, a crazed smile starting to form.

When the sheep were within a foot of him, Percy pulled his bottom lip into his mouth before roughly biting it, making wounds which caused the red liquid to summon his flaw.

The effect was immediate.

His face almost broke in two with the chaotic smile stretching across it. The pupil of his eyes seemed to become vertical slits and the color changed from his deep purple to blood red.

He didn't even bother moving as the first sheep bit onto him, only eliciting a moan that belonged in a porno rather than in this situation. "Oh how long it's been. You should've let me out earlier, master."

Then he hunched over. Something was wrong.

He seemed to be ... almost in pain.

That doesn't make sense. Pain was his food. His nutrition. He was pain.

His arms spun around in a smooth fashion, the speed making the swords appear almost as a ring around him. Since the sheep weren't technically monsters, they didn't explode into golden dust. Meaning that now the sheep previously surrounding him were now tattered bloody ribbons on the ground. This caused the others to stop their run.

Crimson then started panting. What was going on?

Then he hunched over and clutched his head before screaming in agony.

What the fuck was going on?!

This pain didn't bring pleasure. No satisfaction. This pain brought pain.

He forced himself to look up. Percy gave him a job and he'll be damned if he doesn't complete it.

You got that right. You can rest for a while after this.

Crimson shook his head in understanding. He would need the rest. Slowly, he willed his body to heal all of the chunks of flesh that the carnivorous bests took out of him and boy did that make him more tired.

Anyway, he should be glad that Percy was letting him use his swords. Black Slash. He had a sneaking suspicion that these swords did something similar to what his bow did and kind of wanted to test it.

But he couldn't. That was Percy's.

Some of the sheep were now eating their brethren and Crimson watched in fascination as they chowed down in seconds. What he would give to swim in that stuff.

Focus. Kill first, then swim.

A glance up showed a bored Clarisse.

That bitch, she didn't even care that he was obviously about to lose it. He looked back down. Who the fuck cares. Not him, that's for sure.

Time to let his nature take hold.

His arms went wide as his eyes almost seemed to glow. He shot forward again, and was just swiping through the sheep. This was pretty much childs play for him. He had a feeling that if he went with bare hands, this would be a much harder fight.

Their hides were tough so if he went with most other weapons, the fight would still be hard.

But he was using Percy's swords. These bad boys could cut through near everything. So as he spun and pranced like a ballerina while swiping the blades around him in an erotic dance, he enjoyed the blood splatters that were flying everywhere. The fur that was puffing up like pillow fuzz and the occasional intestine that landed on his body.

The pain was now near forgotten, him having gotten lost in his world of desires.

Finally, his body stopped moving. Around him were the remains of the sheep, all diced up into pieces. Not decapitated, not sliced in half, just in many separate pieces that he immediately jumped into.

Clarisse watched this, disgusted. Crimson was somehow swimming through it all, as if it were many feet deep instead of the two inches it actually was. He was doing breaststrokes and somehow started floating on his back along the guts, blood and cut up body parts while spewing blood from his mouth like a sort of fountain.

All in all, it was both a comical and disgusting sight.

"Percy! Get your ass up and go grab the fleece!"

Crimson stood up and promptly flipped her off. "Bitch! Shut the fuck up, I'm not listening to you! Have manners and call people by their right names! Flaws have feelings too, you know."

Clarisse's face turned from disgust to confusion. "What do you mean?"

It was now Crimson's turn to be confused. "Wait, we never told you, did we?"

The daughter of Ares blinked at him. "Told us what?"

Crimson gave a devilish smile, showing all of his teeth. "Me, I'm not really Percy."

Then he was standing next to the tree hosting the golden fleece. "I'm a part of Percy."

He was suddenly on the tree branch with her. "I'm the flaw of Percy."

Then he was behind her, running his hand along the back of her celestial bronze armor. "Names Crimson, pleased to make your acquaintance."

Her head snapped back and nailed him in the nose with enough force to break it before stumbling away from him, somehow not falling off of the tree branch. She turned around and gave him a death glare which he just returned with a smile.

He didn't even react when his nose began fixing itself of its own accord - courtesy of the golden fleece he was holding - or when the blood leaking from it rolled down his face. Wait, that's a lie. He did react to the blood. As it came over his mouth, his tongue came out and licked the trail clean, smile returning.

With a shaky breath, she asked, "So, you're Percy's flaw? Like an alter-ego type thing? Is that what you're saying?"

Crimson continued to smile. "Percy and I can tell you this later. We can tell all of this to you later." Then his eyes narrowed. "First things first, we need to go check up on Annabeth and Tyson. I have a feeling something bad happened."

With that, he threw the golden fleece at the daughter of Ares before hopping through the tree branches toward where he sensed his friends were.

Apparently, he threw it hard enough to where Clarisse was pushed off of the tree branch. Straight into the thick lagoon of guts and blood that her friend had made.

As Crimson jumped, he gave a victorious smirk as he briefly heard the scream of rage that his companion released.

Have a taste of your own medicine, bitch.

Are you sure you don't want to switch with me?

Crimson didn't respond to his boss and that was answer enough.

As he jumped, his head began pounding as if he had a hangover. Remember, outside boo-boo's don't hurt him(well, he can heal from them), but inside boo-boo's do hurt.

I don't think you're ok, Crimson. I'm switching.

The fury that was always present in the flaw spiked as he roared in his head, "No!"

Percy went silent. He had a feeling of dread because something was obviously wrong and the feeling only continued to grow.

Finally, they reached the place where Crimson sensed the presence of his friends. Without giving a moment's hesitation, he jumped high and forward before kicking the huge cyclops in front of him in the knee, causing him to stumble and drop the blonde he had previously been holding above his open mouth.

As Crimson landed on the ground, he quickly bounded forward and caught an injured Annabeth who had been falling through the air. He held her tight to his chest, bridal style and landed softly on the ground a little ways away from the now angry cyclops.

When the flaw began setting his friend down, she slowly cracked her eyes open before throwing her arms around his neck. "Percy! Thank the gods you came."

He gave her a lethal grin, showing all of his teeth. "I ain't the boss, babe. Percy's in the back seat right now."

She painfully pulled away from her hug before staring deeply into his blood red eyes. After a moment, she smiled softly at him. "Hello, Crimson. Long time no see."

His eyes seemed to sparkle. "Good, you remember me."

She continued to smile. "How could I forget?"

He smiled back, happier than earlier when an enraged roar was heard, causing his head to snap towards the angry cyclops. "Man, he is one angry son of a -" Percy cut him off, briefly taking control. "Yes, yes, Crimson. He is one angry son of a gun." In his head, he reprimanded him. No cussing in front of ladies, more importantly, Annabeth!

Crimson seemed to pout as Percy relinquished control back to him. Sorry, boss.

Percy seemed to internally sigh.

Annabeth was staring, thoroughly confused. "Did Percy just come out?"

The flaw looked at her, seemingly forgetting her being there. "Yeah, he did."

To which Annabeth just responded with a soft, "Oh."

The counterpart of Percy looked toward the huge cyclops that was stomping around, just yelling random things. Then his eyes narrowed in on a familiar cyclops seemingly knocked out by the entrance to what Crimson assumed was the cave Grover was in.

"I gotta go save our friends, princess. Stay here and out of the way. I don't want you getting even more hurt." Then he flicked his wrists, summoning Percy's blades as he ran toward Polyphemus.

Annabeth huffed. She could take care of herself, thank you very much.

Then she looked around in confusion. Where was Clarisse? And the golden fleece? Deciding that she would be more helpful looking for them, she limped through the forest, heading in the direction of where she remembered the fleece to be.

Back to Crimson, he was sprinting anime style, with his arms behind him. The swords were providing a cool effect because the white made it look like there were dual streaks of it following his every move.

Obviously, this made sense in the author's head so hopefully you can understand what he was trying to say, although it has no actual value to the story.

As he neared a very angry giant, the monster turned around and faced his direction. "I smell you, mortal...no. You are not a mortal, your blood is too strong."

The red eyed boy stopped in his tracks. He squinted in confusion up at the face of the huge cyclops not twenty feet from him. "What do you mean? Of course I'm not mortal. I'm a demigod."

THe monster gave a ginormous belly laugh. "Whatever, boy. I need not explain myself. Now, I shall crush you!"

For something so big, it sure could move fast. It's fist came crashing down on Crimson at a blinding speed. Luckily, body instincts kicked in and he rolled to the left and quickly stood to his feet. Then again he moved, this time jumping back, avoiding a very large sandaled foot that was about to squish him like a bug.

The flaw huffed. He (Crimson) was fast, unusually fast for a demigod. The gods themselves told him that. Judging based on Polyphemus' previous strikes, this meathead standing in front of him is possibly just as fast.

Well, maybe a little slower.

Here's another question: How the Tartarus did Odysseus keep up with this thing?!

Then he jumped backwards again, this time having anticipated the foot striking out to make him a smear.

"Stop dodging and fight, boy!"

At hearing this, Crimson's eyes took an even darker shade of blood red as his teeth gave a cheshire smile. It would be his pleasure.

As he took a step forward about to leap at his opponent, his entire body pulsed. It made his entire body freeze, his head losing all focus as he struggled to regain his bearings. The pain he was experiencing earlier was returning, only this time it was tenfold.

His gut was hurting. Bad. His heart was slowing, seizing and barely functioning. Liquid began dropping from his face. He managed to raise his white hand and caught a drop of it.

Blood.

Blood usually gave him joy. Gave him pleasure. Not now. All he felt was emptiness and pain.

His head slowly raised just in time to see the massive foot kick his entire being.

The blood already falling from his mouth increased as he flew back, crashing through multiple trees before finally being stopped by a massive rock that he cratered.

His head was spinning. What was going on? He'd felt off since he woke up but...what?

What was he thinking about again?

Crimson, focus. You're fighting someone right now.

Yes, yes. That's right. He's in the middle of a battle.

Once he acknowledged that fact, his body began rightening itself. The several broken ribs began mending themselves, coming back together. His broken arm made a sickening crunching sound as it moved itself out as it healed. His leg did the same, only it made a couple of popping noises.

Yes, yes. A fight. He needed to win this fight. Then he could go to sleep.

Sleep was good. He needed sleep.

I'm going in. You're in no condition to fight. I'll use my trump card and you'll just take over after.

Although Crimson wanted to stay, he could not fight his master as he was shoved into the backseat, Percy taking control.

His eyes flew open, revealing the dark purple.

His plan was simple. Test out his opponent a little, then black out as he released Black Mamba on the behemoth.

Speaking of, the monster finally reached him. Percy wasted no time as he flicked his wrists and created his swords before putting them together, this creating his longsword. He then stood, awaiting the fist that was coming towards him.

As the fist neared he jumped on top of it and because Percy is so awesome he plunged the lengthy blade into the top of Polyphemus' hand and dragged the sword along it, leaving a trail of pale yellow blood flowing from the new wound.

His plan had been to run along the entire arm, making one long cut but that was abruptly put to a stop when his sword hit something.

Clang.

Percy looked down and only now noticed the strange metal bracer he was standing on. His sword was currently imbeded in the side of it, perhaps a couple of inches deep. His head snapped to the side just in time to see the fast approaching palm.

Percy quickly jumped off of the arm and landed roughly on the ground a couple of paces away from the monster. That was a strange experience. Percy had never been able to not cut through something with his swords. Especially when he created them.

Unluckily, he did not have enough time to dwell on these thoughts as Polyphemus's injured hand was coming toward him. This time, it was a slap and Percy only had enough time to raise his right arm and brace it with his left. Hopefully it wouldn't hurt that much.

Tough luck.

Just like his flaw, Percy flew. He immediately felt his right arm shatter and his left shoulder dislocate. What the actual fuck. This thing really is a monster!

He knew the damage it did to Crimson but had hoped that the hand would hurt less.

As he bounced along the ground, he took the time to think.

Something was wrong with Crimson. That much was obvious. But there was a slightly bigger issue. His opponent was huge, unbelievably strong and may have bracers that could block his swords.

Not good.

He ended up at the area they started at, a little ways away from the cave entrance.

He slowly got to his feet , letting out a wince as he painfully raised his left hand to the side of his head.

Add a concussion to the list of his injuries.

He attempted to regenerate everything and was very shocked when the power simply...didn't respond.

This is when he began panicking.

Percy concluded that he was not in a good situation. To make matters worse, Crimson was no longer responding. So he couldn't even get the physical boosts he would get when using his flaw's power.

He sighed. Looks like he could no longer test his opponent, because Polyphemus passed with flying colors.

Well, the colors flew while Percy was skipping on the ground as if he were a rock on a lake.

He coughed out blood as he gave out a wet wheeze. Great, a punctured lung. Another injury to add to the list.

This situation just keeps getting better.

Time for papa to go to work.

He raised his left arm straight in front of him with a loud groan before his bow began creating itself in front of him.

Blood was now falling freely from both his nose and mouth as he concentrated. His eyes zoomed in on the fast approaching cyclops who was knocking down trees and laughing hysterically.

"Is that the best you could do, boy? I had hoped you would put up an actual fight!"

Percy didn't say anything. He took the draw string into his mouth before slowly pulling back. Because his bow is awesome, the arrow magically appeared, already knocked.

He stared at the cyclops for a moment longer before settling on the eye. This would for sure take the thing down.

Taking a labored breath, he pulled back completely before letting out a muffled cry of "Black Mamba!" as he released the draw string.

The whistle of the arrow was clearly heard as it flew right where he had aimed it to go. Right in the center of Polyphemus' eye.

He fell to the ground, exhausted and on the verge of blacking out.

Hopefully the explosion wouldn't hurt him too badly.

Percy continued to stare at the cyclops, watching as the arrow was within five feet of its eye. Just as a feeling of satisfaction was running through him, he saw a flash of bronze before a loud, "Clang!" was heard.

The monster's left arm was raised in front of his smirking face as Percy's arrow fell harmlessly to the ground. The unclaimed demigod stared in shock, before finally falling unconscious.

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One last thing. Thank you CalamityXx for betaing. He is back, ladies and gentlemen! Plus, I kinda gave him a rush order, so thank you! Everyone should thank him. Also, I understand if you are upset with me. This chapter was eh. Next chapter should be much better. Hopefully.

I sincerely apologize to all. This was going to be out last week, then got postponed to this week and now I'm releasing it very late. Feel free to yell at me.

Awesomes out.