Percy Jackson was more than sure this was a nightmare.
He had started the morning pretty well, all things considered. He had woken up that morning, birds chirping and all, and thought about the crazy year he had left behind.
Percy had thought about the first (and best) friend he had in his whole life-and wasn't that a depressing thought- and remembered his enchilada frenzy, his stumbling and weird way of walking, his shy and cautiousness at the beginning turning into protective bravery against bullies.
And realized that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't have left Grover behind at the bus station.
But Grover had seemed so freaked out about the old ladies who had been knitting across the road that he couldn't help but want to get away from everything.
Pretty cowardly, looking back on it.
When hasn't he been a coward though?
(Not to mention the unsettling feeling in his stomach that was telling him to run and never look back- run while you still can—)
After sighing and whining a bit, Percy had made a promise to himself about calling the number on the card after the trip from Montauk. He had then gotten up, wrinkled his nose at the room's piss-like smell and then started his day.
He had been pretty excited about going to his and his moms favorite beach, it had been years since he last saw that place because of dumb Gabe's poker addiction and he had been determined about not ruining the festive mood shared between them. So he had not told his mom about his-more-disastrous-than normal semester at Yancy Academy.
Percy had resolutely not thought about the cursed museum trip that was doomed from the start or the teacher no one but him and Grover seemed to remember- and even then Grover was pretending not to know about it for some goddamned reason—
Percy hadn't thought about the already monster-like teacher turn into an actual, literal monster; he also hadn't thought about the cool sword that had been dropped on him in the form of a pen and how he had sliced the thing open and then how there had been something akin to shiny powder in the air or how Mr. Brunner, his Latin teacher, had done something to him to make him almost forget everything. Never.
Calm deep breaths Percy, he reminded himself.
Okay.
He had gone in to Smelly Gabe's poker room, had smacked some sarcasm on to Gabe's tiny brain and had watched him fumble to understand what he had said, all the while feeling vicious satisfaction.
He had a emotional talk with his mother and had come out feeling better about everything, 'cuz his mom seemed to always have that effect on everyone.
But then it had happened.
His best friend had broken in through the door, scaring him and his mom half-way to hell and back with his new furry legs and then told them to basically get their asses in gear, put them all into the shitty car they had been burdened with and told them to step on the gas.
It had been a bit weird to have his normally shy, timid friend be as assertive as he had been but... Percy digressed.
While he was getting a hang on reality again Grover had told his mom about the semester.
Getting kind of chewed out by his mom had sucked but what had almost sucked worse was the faint yell behind them.
He had looked behind, through the dirty back window glass and then-
There had been a lightning.
There had been a lightning.
There had been a lightning that had-had...
That had struck their fucking car.
What.
Through the remains of the car he had spotted his mom and his stiff and still looking best friend.
With his heart in his throat he had checked for pulse, letting out a shaky breath when he realized Grover was alive.
Then the rain storm had started.
He had then begun idly questioning his existence in the pouring rain because, well, if god hated him so much then it was a goddamn well miracle he had made it this far in life.
While he had been standing there uselessly his mom, his awesome and badass mom, had gotten everything together and had called for him to help her carry Grover.
After getting his everthing together he had joined his mom and had helped her carry Grover's body.
He had heard a louder bellow from behind them.
He had looked behind himself with soaked bangs obscuring his vision and flinched at the bull-like creature that had been running top-speed at himself and felt himself freeze for a second.
"Percy!" His mom had screamed. Percy, for the first (and last) time in his life didn't pay her any heed.
"Percy!" She had called out again, more desperate. "JUMP!"
Letting something primal in his body take over his senses, Percy had jumped to his far right and felt time slow down. He had finally got a good look at the thing and had felt his breath hitch.
His first though that crossed his mind was the fact that the thing was huge. It had beefy arms that looked like it could carry three Smelly Gabe's stacked on top of each other without breaking much sweat, two razor-sharp horns that looked ready to sheesh-kebab him and enraged looking red eyes.
A breathless sound escaped past his mouth.
"The Minotaur."
Lightning flashed behind them, the sound deafening to his ears.
"NO!"
Feeling time take it's hold again he continued dragging his unconscious half-donkey-goat—whatever friend that was moaning to the heavens about food up the high-hill, he looked at his mother that had saved him.
His mom looked (he winced to himself, feeling guilty) like she had seen better days. Her normally straight hair was soaked from the rain and was blowing everywhere because of the wind that had come from nowhere, her eyes held deep worry in them (for him, his mind supplied) not the mention she was bleeding from her forehead with burn marks on her hands.
The Minotaur bellowed its loudest shout yet and looked right at his mother.
"Mom! Over there! Look out!"
His shout felt useless to even his own ears because his mother was already looking at the terrifying monster.
The monster charged at his mom with a speed unmatched by any human, its arms opened wide.
Now it was his turn to scream to the world his denial.
"NO!"
The Minotaur snatched up his mom easily, its ugly face reared up in triumph, practically gloating with a mean, smug smirk.
He had forced his eyes away from its face and locked in on his moms.
Perseus Jackson had met Sally Jackson's eyes from a good 5 feet and felt something in his chest twist terribly.
His mom's eyes looked at him with a hurricane of emotions horror-worry-sadness-love-resignation and said her last words, said in a whisper that carried across the field to him.
"Go!"
Percy watched in disbelief as his mother turned into fine gold dust right before his eyes. He turned his wide-eyed gaze towards the monster and was filled with inconsolable rage.
How dare this thing take away his one good thing in life?! How dare it!?
He ran at the monster and the monster ran right back at him, intent on finally putting a stop to this pitiful 'fight' and eat demigod flesh.
Percy met the Minotaur and slung his right arm around its rib cage, somehow outspeeding the thing, and pulled himself on top of the huge bull-like abomination.
The Minotaur not liking the new position at all started to flail around and tried to catch him with meaty fingers.
Percy grabbed one of its horns and tried to control it by jerking its head left and right but that seemed to make the creature angrier by the second.
Realizing that he couldn't do what he first intended to do, he put both of his feet on its head and started to pull.
Much later, when he was moderately safe and sound he would look upon this moment and not remember much of anything.
Oh he would remember the all consuming gap in his chest, he would remember the iron tasting blood on his tongue, he would remember the lightning and the rain and how it seemed to power him somehow-sure yeah.
But he wouldn't remember the snap, not really.
He must have fallen off the thing and hit his head on a rock because in the next few seconds he would be on the grass clutching the sharp blood coated horn (somehow not getting himself impaled on it) and hear the ringing in his ear accompanied by a sharp pain from his head and a yell of pain so immense it must have shook the earth.
He had gotten up with eyes blurry from the tears(or maybe it was the rain) and had looked up at the fucking thing running at him once again and with whatever strength he had left in his body, he thrusted the sharp horn up.
There was no yelling, now.
It looked at him, probably suspended in the air, and then burst into the gold powder his mother had disappeared in; the wind and rain quickly wiping the dust away.
Percy felt the power that had helped him get revenge on the Minotaur reduce. It seemed like everything was against him that night.
He had stumblingly walked towards his best friend and supported Grover's unconscious body by his shoulders.
Together, they went up the hill with Percy feeling the injuries he had gotten from the fight.
His head hurt terribly, it must have come from falling off of it, he thought.
He was sure that if he put his hands behind his head he would have his hands coated in blood but unfortunately he had a unconscious friend he was carrying.
He had scratches and bruises littered all over his body, feeling them pulse with agony as he panted from exhaustion.
Letting his mind go blank and robotically moving forward, he finally reached the top of the hill.
He collapsed on the green grass, hearing a resounding thump next to him, faintly seeing mud in his vision before he heard people speaking- two people arguing, one of them familiar the other not. He hadn't really felt like doing anything at that moment so he just laid there and let the darkness take him in its sweet embrace.
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A bit short but I guess I needed more conversation in there. I made the rating T 'cuz of mainly swearing. I guess the next chapter will be much longer doe I don't know about 10k or something /
Anyways hope you liked it first (hopefully) long Fanfiction so reviews would be much appreciated.
Peace.