Hi guys! So I decided to make this chapter in Leo's perspective (ya know, for a cHaNge). Also, thank you so much to the following people for following/favoriting the story:

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LEO

The last part of my plan was the trickiest. I summoned some wires, a radio adapter, and a small screw driver. I started to build a universal remote. For the first time, I sent a silent prayer of thanks to Hephaestus for giving me the magical tool belt. Get me out of here, I prayed, and maybe you're not such a jerk. I looked around. Piper was laying on the praise,

"Oh, I've heard about Northen Cyclopses! I had no idea that you were so strong and clever!" I figured it was bull, but at least it sounded convincing.

"Flattery won't work either," Ma Gasket said, though she sounded pleased. I suddenly heard a quiet snort, and I turned around. Alex was doubled over, trying not to laugh. For her sake, I seriously hope she succeeded. She suddenly saw me grinning at her, so she gave me a thumbs up. I nodded, and turned back round. Alex always managed to keep my spirits up. Some part of me wanted to just relax and think about the old days, when we were on the run, but Piper and Jason were on a tight schedule, and I figured they wouldn't appreciate getting turned into demigod roast.

"It's true, though." Ma Gasket continued. "You'll be breakfast for the best cyclopses all around!"

"But aren't Cyclopses good? I thought that they made weapons for the gods?" Piper asked. I winced. Maybe she'd busted it.

"Bah! I'm good! Good at eating people! Good at smashing! And good at building things, yes, but not for the gods. Our cousins, the elder cyclopses do this, yes. Thinking they're so high and mighty 'cause they're a few thousand years older. Then there's our southern cousins, living on islands, and tending sheep. Bah! But we northen cyclopses, we're the best! Founded monocle motors in this old factory-the best weapons, armour, weapons, fuel efficient SUV's! But then-bah! Forced to shut down. Laid off most of our tribe. The war was too quick. Titans lost. No good! No more need for cyclops weapons."

"Oh no." Piper sympathized. "I'm sure you made some amazing weapons." Torque grinned. Maybe there was hope for this after all.

"Squeaky war hammer!" he replied happily. He picked up a large pole with an accordion-looking metal box on the end. He slammed it onto the floor. The cement cracked, but there was also a sound like the world's largest rubber ducky getting stomped on. I heard a snort from behind me. This was just too much for Alex, who went of into silent peals of laughter. I shook my head, and turned back to the task.

"Terrifying," Piper agreed. I heard a soft thump from behind me. Rolling my eyes, I turned around to see Al silently rolling about on the floor, trying her utmost best not to giggle. I grinned, the temptation to join her on the floor too much, but I turned back to my hands, which were furiously working on auto-pilot. Torque was looking pleased.

"Not as good as the exploding axe, but this can be used more than once."

"Can I see it?" Piper asked. "If you would just free my hands..." I smiled. There was hope, in the end. Torque stepped forward eagerly, but Ma Gasket said,

"Stupid! She's charm speaking you! No slay the boy before he dies on his own. I like my meat fresh!"

Maybe I was wrong, I said to myself, my fingers flying across the wires. Just a few more minutes! I was seriously thinking of sending Alex out there to act as a time stalling ambassador.

"Hey, wait, can I just ask-" Piper was cut short, as the wires in my palm sparked. The Cyclopes looked in my direction, and Torque threw a truck at me. I ducked. If I had been a half a second later, I would have been impaled. Suddenly I heard a sickening, 'Ow' from behind me. My heart skipped a beat. Alex. I had to pretend it was nothing. Pushing the depressing thoughts of what happened to my friend out of my head, I focused on what was happening now. I got to my feet, as Ma Gasket spotted me.

"Torque, you pathetic excuse for a Cyclopes, get him!" she yelled. Torque barreled towards him. I frantically gunned the toggle on my makeshift remote. Torque was fifty feet away. Twenty feet away. Then the first robotic arm whirred to life. A three ton metal claw smashed the Cyclopes in the back so hard he went straight to the ceiling. It was hard to see, but he never came down. Instead, it was a rain of metal dust. I really wanted to go and check on Al, but now wasn't the time.

Ma Gasket stared at him in shock. "My son. You...you...my...son..."

As if on cue, Sump lumbered into the room.

"Ma, I got the extra spicey-" he never finished his sentence. I spun the toggle, and a robotic arm whacked Sump in the chest. The salsa case exploded like a pinata, and Sump flew backward, right into the base of my third machine. Sump may have been immune to getting hit by trucks, but he wasn't immune to robotic arms that could deliver 10 thousand pounds of force. The third arm slammed him onto the floor so hard, he disintegrated into dust on impact. I turned behind me. Alex was slowly getting the truck off her. I marveled. Dang, that girl was strong. I turned back around. The floor was now mottled with gold and brown. Two Cyclopes down. I was starting to feel like Commander tool belt, bu Ma Gasket had to come in and ruin it. She grabbed the nearest crane arm and ripped it off with menace.

"You busted my boys! Only I get to bust my boys!". I punched a button, and the two remaining robotic arms swung into action. Ma Gasket caught the first one, and tore it in half. The second arm smacked her in the head, but this only seemed to make her mad. She grabbed it, hurling it. It missed Jason and Piper by inches. I managed to duck it, but poor Alex fell the victim once more. She managed to dodge it-mostly. It hit her fair and square on the shoulder. Wincing, I realised it was her bad one. I turned around to look. Ma Gasket was seething with rage. I was starting to realise that fighting an angry mummy Cyclopes with a universal remote and a screwdriver was not a great idea. The future for me was not looking so hot. Ma Gasket stood about twenty feet from me now, next to the cooking fire. Her fists were clenched, her teeth bared. She looked funny in her chain mail dress, or her matted pigtail, but her red eye glowed with so much malice that I wasn't laughing.

"Any more tricks, demigod?" Ma Gasket asked, sneering.

"Heck, yeah, I got tricks." I replied, in what I hoped was a more nonchalant voice than I felt. But was it me, or was my voice a pitch higher? I raised my remote control. "Take one more step, and I'll destroy you with fire."


Ok, so I really want to go back to writing in Alex's perspective, because writing in another perspective, it a little...putting-offing. If there's any other perspectives you want to see, then please just comment! Also, thanks for sticking with me for 14 chapters!

Yours,

MilkandCheez