A/N: I don't own the rights to any of the Percy Jackson series or it's characters. That right goes to Rick Riordan. I also don't own the rights to Animorph including it's title.
I am, however, the person who posted 'The Tales of...' series.
This is not a crossover of the Percy Jackson series with the book/tv series Animorph, despite what you might think from the title. I just thought it be a proper name for the ability to turn into animals since that's why the tv/book series 'Animorph' was called that in the first place.
If you haven't read this yet, read:
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan's Curse
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Stolen Chariot
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sword of Hades
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Bronze Dragon
Animorph Percy Jackson and the Olympians
The Last Olympian
I Go Cruising with Explosives
The end of the world started when a pegasus landed on the hood of my car.
Up until then, I was having a great afternoon. Technically I wasn't supposed to be driving because I wouldn't turn sixteen for another week, but my mom and step dad, Paul, took my friend Rachel and me to this private stretch of beach on the South Shore, and since I'm suppose to be the deciding factor of the future of the world on my sixteenth birthday, Paul was okay with letting us borrow his Prius for a short spin.
Although I can shapeshift into any animal I want to in to travel as part of my powers as son of the sea god Poseidon, especially during your usual day of New York City Traffic (you will be surprise how fast you can get somewhere when traffic is bad). But there are times I like to act like a normal mortal and get around places like one.
Anyway, Rachel and I were driving along. It was a hot August day. Rachel's red hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she wore a white blouse over her swimsuit. I'd never seen her in anything but ratty T-shirts and marker decorated jeans before, and she looked like a million golden drachmas.
"Oh, pull up right there!" she told me.
We parked on a ridge overlooking the Atlantic. The sea is always one of my favorite places, but today it was especially nice-glittering green and smooth as glass, like my dad was keeping it calm just for us.
"So," Rachel smiled at me. "About that invitation."
"Oh... right." I tried to sound excited. I mean she asked me to her family's vacation house on St. Thomas for three days. I didn't get a lot of offers like that. My family's idea of a fancy vacation was a weekend in a rundown cabin on Long Island with some movie rentals and a couple of frozen pizzas, and here Rachel's folks were willing to let me tag along to the Caribbean.
Besides, I seriously needed a vacation. Although the second Titan War started a year ago, Kronos's army started showing up around New York City few weeks into the summer. Although we had a few stirs from Kronos over the winter, including one involving his brother Iapetus in the underworld that Nico. Bianca, Thalia and I had part in stopping, Kronos choose now to restart things with the Titan War with going after Olympus.
Who am I kidding. I know why Kronos choose now. He was waiting to see if I survive to my sixteenth birthday. After all, I'm suppose to decide the fate of Olympus on my sixteenth birthday, all while most likely building forces for his final assault. But by mid June, I guess he got tired of waiting for my birthday.
Anyways, Chiron let me go home early to spend time with my friends and family before I'm needed again. My mom even threw my birthday party early this year since there's no telling if I'll be available to celebrate it on my actual birthday. But now I got Rachel's invitation to think of on top of everything else.
"Percy," she said. "I know the timing is bad. But it's always bad for you, right?"
She had a point.
"I really want to go," I promised. "It's just-"
"The war."
I nodded. Unlike most mortals, Rachel could see through the Mist-the magical veil that distorts human vision. She'd seen monsters. She'd met some of the other demigods who were fighting the Titans and their allies. She'd even been there last summer when the chopped-up Lord Kronos rose out of his coffin in a terrible new form, and she'd earned my permanent respect by nailing him in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush, hurting him, which was something Bianca couldn't do with her archery or I could with my sword. It didn't kill him, but it cause enough pain to distract him for us to get out of there.
She put her hand on my arm. "Just think about it, okay? We don't leave for a couple of days. My dad..." Her voice faltered.
"Is he giving you a hard time?" I asked.
Rachel shook her head in disgust. "He's trying to be nice to me, which is almost worse. He wants me to go to Clarion Ladies Academy in the fall."
"The school your mom went?"
"It's a stupid finishing school for society girls, all the way in New Hampshire. Can you see me in a finishing school?"
I admitted the idea sounded pretty dumb. Rachel was into urban art projects and feeding the homeless (including any friendly homeless cyclopes she meets after I told why there were so many), snd going to protest rallies to "Save the Endangered Yellow-bellied Sapsucker" and stuff like that. I'd never even seen her wear a dress. It was hard to imagine her learning to be a socialite.
She sighed. "He thinks if he does a bunch of nice stuff for me, I'll feel guilty and give in."
"Which is why he agreed to let me come with you guys on vacation?"
"Yes... but Percy, you'd be doing me a huge favor. It would be so much better if you were with us. Besides, there's something I want to talk-" She stopped abruptly.
"Something you want to talk about?" I asked. "You mean... So serious we'd have to go to St. Thomas to talk about it."
She pursed her lips. "Look, just forget it for now. Let's pretend we're a couple of normal people. We're out for a drive, and we're watching the ocean, and it's nice to be together."
I could tell something is bothering her, but she put on a brave smile. The sunlight made her hair look like fire.
We'd spent a lot of time together this school year, and again after the Titan war started up again. Anytime thing s got serious at camp, I call up Rachel and get away, just for some breathing room. I needed to remind myself that the mortal world was still out there, away from all the monsters using me as their personal punching bag.
"Okay." I said. "Just a normal afternoon and two normal people."
Just as I said that, a huge black form swooped down from the sky and landed on of the Prus with a WUMP-WUMP-CRUNCH!
Hey boss, a voice said in my head. Nice car!
Blackjack the pegasus was an old friend of mine so I tried not to get to annoyed by the craters he'd just put in the hood and thanked the gods Paul knew about the mystical stuff even though he's among the mortals affected by the Mist and need my mom and me to help point out anything odd.
"Blackjack," I sighed. "What are you-"
Then I saw who was riding on his back, and I knew my day was about to get a lot more complicated.
"'Sup, Percy."
Charles Beckendorf senior counselor for Hephaestus cabin, would make most monsters cry for their mommies. He was this huge African American gut with ripped muscles from working in the forges every summer. He was two years older than me, and one of the camp's best armorsmith. He made some seriously ingenious mechanical stuff. A month before, he rigged a Greek firebomb in the bathroom of a tour bus that carried a bunch of monsters across the country. The explosion took out a whole legion of Kronos' evil meanies as soon as the first harpy went flush.
Beckendorf was dressed in combat. He wore his camouflage armor which was designed to change colors based on the environment (right now it's the same color as the sky), which he had to repair after it got damage by acid spitting giant ants during a game of capture the flag (long story). With it he had black camp pants and a sword strapped to his side. Instead of a shield, he had an explosive bag slung over his shoulder.
"Time?" I asked.
He nodded grimly.
"Let me get my armor out of the trunk," I said, thanking the gods I brought my camoflage armor.
Rachel and I got out as I pop the trunk Since it was useful up until the whole ants incident, Beckendorf and I agreed to use these again for the mission we're about to take part on. As I got ready Rachel looked up at Beckendorf. "Hi."
"Oh, hey. I'm Beckendorf. You must be Rachel. Percy told me... uh, I mean he mentioned you."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Really? Good." She glanced at Blackjack, who was clopping his hooves against the hood of the Prius. She met Blackjack before, so there was no need for introductions. "So I guess you guys have to go save the world now."
"Pretty much," Beckendorf agreed.
I came forward with my breastplate on and my helm under my arm. "Sorry Rachel. Hopefully this will be over by my sixteenth birthday with all of us alive. Can you tell my mom-"
"I'll tell her. I'm sure she's used to it. I'm just glad you told Paul about all this mystical stuff, so I don't have to lie to him," Rachel said.
"You and me both," I agreed.
"Good luck." Rachel kissed me before I could even react. "Now, get going, half-blood. Go kill some monsters for me."
I tried hard to hide my blush. I can't pretend I hadn't thought about Rachel. She was so much easier to be around thah... well, than some other girls I knew. I didn't have to work hard, or watch what I said, or rack my brain trying to figure out what she was thinking. Rachel didn't hide much. She let you know how she felt.
My last view of her was heading to the driver's seat of the prius, watching as Blackjack circled higher and higher, carrying Beckendorf and me into the sky. I wondered what Rachel wanted to talk to me abou, and whether I'd live long enough to find out.
"So," Beckendorf said, "I'm guessing you don't want me to mention that little scene to Annabeth."
"Oh, gods." I muttered. "Don't even think about it."
Beckendorf chuckled, and together we soared out over the Atlantic.
It was almost dark by the time we spotted our target. The Princess Andromeda glowed on the horizon-a huge cruise ship lit up yellow and white. From the distance you think it was just a party ship, not the headquarters for the Titan lord. Then as you got closer, you might notice the giant masthead-a dark haired maiden in a Greek chiton, wrapped in chains with a look of horror on her face, as if she could smell the stench of all the monsters she was being force to carry.
Seeing the ship again twisted my guty into knots. I'd almost died twice on the Princess Andromeda. Now it was heading straight for New York.
"You know what to do?" Beckendorf yelled over the wind.
I nodded. We done dry runs at the dockyards in New Jersey, using abandoned ships as our targets. I knew how little time we would have. But I also knew this was our best chance to end Kronos' invasion before it ever started.
"Blackjack," I said, "set us down on the lowest stern deck."
Gotcha, boss, he said. Man, I hate seeing that boat.
Three years ago, Blackjack had been enslaved on the Princess Andromeda until he'd escaped with a little help from my friends and me. I figured he'd rather have his mane braided like My Little Pony than be back here again.
"Don't wait for us," I told him. "We'll call on Mrs. O'Leary if we need help."
As well as practice rounds, Beckendorf and I practice riding on Mrs. O'Leary as she shadow travel teleport from one place to another using shadows for emergency escapes-which Bianca told me about the last time I saw her. If we don't need her, I can fly us out of there.
Blackjack folded his wings and plummeted toward the boat like a black comet. The wind whistled in my ears. I saw monsters patrolling the upper decks of the ship-dracaenae snake women, hellhounds, giants, and humanoid seal-demons known as telkhines-but we zipped by so fast, none of them raised alarm. We shot down the stern of the boat, and Blackjack spread his wings, lightly coming to a landing on the lest deck. I climbed off, feeling queasy.
Good luck, boss, Blackjack said. Don't let 'em turn you into horse meat!
With that, my old friend flew off into the night. I took out my pen from my pocket and uncapped it. Riptide sprang to full size-three feet of deadly Celestial bronze glowing in the dark. I also had my watch that turns into a shield when the stop button is hit, but I didn't dare to use it just yet. It's not enchanted to camouflage like the rest of my armor, and my sword might draw enough attention.
Beckendorf pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. I thought it was a map or something. Then I realized it was a photograph. He stared at it in the dim light-the smiling face of Silena Beauregard, daughter of Aphrodite. They'd started going out at the early of the summer session, after years of the rest of us saying, "Duh, you guys like each other!" Even with all the dangerous missions, Beckendorf had been happier this summer than I'd ever seen him. It's not exactly a kept secret that Beckendorf and Silena had a better relationship than their divine parents Hephaestus and Aphrodite-who are married and yet Aphrodite constantly cheat behind Hephaestus back (mostly with Ares).
Yeah, Hephaestus obviously cheated too since he had half-blood children, but Ares and Aphrodite tend to rub it in on the big guy, and because of it Hephaestus sets up traps on them to humiliate them. So none of us really want to know what Hephaestus would do to half-bloods who brag their relationship being better than his with Aphrodite. Then you got Aphrodite who can make one's love life living heck if you anger her. So yeah, we don't say it out loud if we know what's best for us.
"We'll make it back to camp," I promised.
"For a second I saw worry in his eyes. Then he put on his old confident smile.
"You bet," he said. "Let's go blow Kronos back into a million pieces."
Beckendorf led the way. We followed a narrow corridor to the service stairwell, just like we'd practiced, but we froze when we heard noises. Although our armor camouflage us with our background, it don't make us one hundred percent invisible and if someone look close enough, they can see us. I capped my sword causing it to shrink back to pen form so it won't glow.
"I don't care what your nose says!" snarled a half-human, half-dog voice-a telkhine. "The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meat loaf sandwich!"
"Meat loaf sandwiches are good!" a second voice snarled. "But this is half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!"
"Bah, your brain isn't on board!"
They continued to argue, and Beckendorf pointed downstairs. We descended as quietly as we could as I uncap my sword once more for light. Two floors down, the voices of the telkhines started to fade.
Finally we came to a metal hatch. Beckendorf mouthed the words engine room.
It was locked, but Beckendorf pulled some chain cutters out of his bag and split the bolt like it was made of butter.
Inside, a row of yellow turbines the size of grain silos churned and hummed. Pressure gauges and computer terminals lined the opposite wall. A telkhine has hunched over a console, but he was so involved with his work, he didn't notice us. He was about five feet tall, with slick black seal fur and stubby little feet. He had the head of a Doberman, but his clawed hands were almost human. He growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard.
I stepped forward, and he tensed, probably smelling something was wrong, but before he could react, I slash him with Riptide, and he exploded into dust.
"One down," Beckendorf said. "About five thousand to go." He tossed me a jar of thick green liquid-Greek fire, one of the most dangerous magical substances in the world.
Then he threw me another essential tool of demigod heroes-duct tape.
"Slap that one on the console," he said. "I'll get the turbines."
We went to work. The room was hot and humid, and in no time we were drench in sweat.
The boat kept chugging along. Being the son of Poseidon and all, I have perfect bearings at sea. Don't ask me how, but I could tell we were at 40.19 degrees North, 71.90 degrees west, making eighteen knots, which meant the ship would arrive in New York Harbor by dawn. This would be our only chance to stop it.
I had just attached a second jar of Greek fire to the control panels when I heard pounding of feet on metal steps-so many creatures coming down the stairwell I could hear them over the engines. Not a good sign.
I locked eyes with Beckendorf. "How much longer?"
"Too long." He tapped his watch, which was our remote control detonator. "I still have to wire the receiver and prime the charges. Ten more minutes.
Judging from the sound of the footsteps, we had about ten seconds.
"I'll distract them. Meet you at rendezvous point. If not-" I unclipped the whistle and toss it to Beckendorf who nodded. The plan was to get in and out without being spotted but the risk being spotted is why we brought the hellhound whistle.
I charged out the door.
A half dozen telkhines were tromping down the stairs. I cut through them with Riptide faster than they could yelp. The camouflage armor helped keep me camouflage as I kept climbing and slashing. I past another telkhine, who was so startled he dropped his Lil' Demon lunch box. I left him alive so he can warn the others so I be chased.
I burst through a door onto deck six and kept running. I'm sure the carpeted hall had once been very plush, but over the last three years of monsters occupation the wallpaper, carpet, and stateroom doors had been clawed up and slimed so it looked like the inside of a dragon's throat (and yes, unfortunately, I speak from experience).
Back on my first visit to the Princess Andromeda, my old enemy Luke had kept some dazed tourists on board for show, shrouded in Mist so they didn't realize they were on a monster-infested ship. Now I didn't see any sign of tourists. I hated to think what had happened to them, but I kind of doubted they'd been allowed to go home with their bingo winnings.
I reached the promenade, a big shopping mall that took up the whole middle ship, and I stopped cold. In the middle of the courtyard stood a fountain. And in the fountain squatted a giant crab.
I'm not talking giant like $7.99 all-you-can-eat Alaskan king crab. I'm talking giant like bigger than the fountain. The monster rose ten feet out of the water. Its shell was mottled blue and green, its pinchers longer than my body.
If you've ever seen a crab's mouth, all foamy and gross with whiskers and snapping bits, you can imagine this one didn't look any better blown up to billboard size. Its beady black eyes glared at me, and I could see intelligence and hate in them. The fact I was son of the sea god was not going to win me any points with Mr. Crabby.
"FFFFfffffff," it hissed, sea foam dripping from its mouth. The smell coming off it was like garbage can full of fish sticks that had been sitting in the sun all week.
Alarms blared. Soon I was going to have lots of company and I had to keep moving. I had a move I kept secret for this mission one of which I haven't told anyone, not even Beckendorf as I still wasn't sure I can pull it off, but I didn't think it would work on that shell.
"Hey, crabby," I inched around the edge of the courtyard. "I'm just gonna scoot around you so-"
The crab moved with amazing speed. It scuttled out of the fountain and came straight at me, pincers snapping at me. I drop down and shape shifted into an armadillo and curled up in a ball as the pincers smashed into me and send me rolling as he raked the room.
I morphed back to normal, shaking off the usual dizziness of rolling around in armadillo form, but that didn't stop Mr. Crabby from coming at me.
"There!" a voice said from the balcony above me. "Intruder!"
If I'd wanted to create a distraction, I'd succeeded, but this was not where I wanted to fight.
The demonic crustacean lunge at me and I slapped my wrist watch, causing my shield to spiral out as I block the pinchers. Then I slashed with Riptide, taking off the top of its claw. It hissed and foamed, but it didn't seem very hurt.
I tried to remember anything from the old stories that might help with this thing. Annabeth had told me about a monster crab-something about Hercules crushing it under his foot? That won't work for me and as big as most animals I can turn into that can fight it.
Then a weird thought came to me. Last Christmas break, my mom and I had brought Paul Blofis to our old cabin at Montauk, where we'd been going forever. Paul had taken me crabbing, and when he'd brought up a net full of the things, he'd shown me how crabs have a chink in their armor, right in the middle of their ugly bellies.
I glanced at the fountain and the marble floor, which already was slick from scuttling crab tracks. An idea popped in my head. I held out my hand, concentrating on the water, and the fountain exploded. Water sprayed everywhere , three stories high, dousing the balconies and elevators and the windows of the shop. The crab didn't care as he loved water. He came at me sideways, hissing and snapping. I ran as I morphed into an emperor penguin before dropping to my belly and slide under the crab. Once under it, I morphed back to human form and jabbed Riptide into the chink of the armor, let go of the hilt and pushed myself out as I morphed into an emperor penguin once more.
The monster shudder and hissed. His eyes dissolved. His shell turned bright red and his inside evaporated. The empty shell clattered to the floor in a massive heap.
I morphed into a peregrine falcon and flew high out of there as demigods and monsters started gathering. Once on top row and landed and morphed into a charging Elephant. Demigods scattered to get away from a charging elephant. The monsters that tried to stand and fight were trampled under my feet.
I burst outside onto the main deck. Off the port bow, the sky was darkening from purple to black. A swimming pool glowed between two glass towers with more balconies and restaurant decks. The whole upper ship seemed eerily deserted.
I kept charging until I can get to the helipad-our emergency rendezvous point. With any luck, Beckendorf would meet me there and get out of there.
"You're late, Percy." I heard a voice that made me stop my charge.
Luke stood on the balcony above me, a smile on his scarred face. He wore jeans, a white T-shirt, and flip-flops, like he was just a normal college-age guy, but his eyes told the truth. They were solid gold.
"We've been expecting you for days." At first he sounded normal, like Luke. But then his face twitched. A shudder passed through his body like he'd just drunk something really nasty. His voice became heavier, ancient, and powerful-the voice of the Titan lord Kronos." Even in elephant form, his words scraped down my spine like a knife blade. "Come, bow before me."
I slammed my front foot on the ground sending a clear message: In your dreams.
Laistrygonian giants filed in on either side of the swimming pool as if they'd been waiting for cue. Each was eight feet tall with tattooed arms, leather armor, and spiked clubs. Demigod archers appeared on the roof above Luke. Two hellhounds leaped down from the opposite balcony and snarled at me. Within seconds I was surrounded. A trap: there's no way they could've gotten into position so fast unless they'd known I was coming.
"We've known you were coming for weeks," Kronos said. He held out his hand and dangled a little silver bracelet with a scythe charm-the Titan lord's symbol. Kronos chuckled. "You can't count on friends. They will always let you down. Luke learned that lesson the hard way."
A teenage guy in full Greek armor pushed through the crowd. His left eye was covered with a black patch. I knew him, of course: Ethan Nakamura, the son of Nemesis. I'd saved his life in the Labyrinth last summer, and in return, the little punk had helped Kronos come back to life.
"We found him just as we were told, my lord," Ethan said
He clapped his hands and two laistrygonian giants lumbered forward carrying Charles Beckendorf between them. I morphed back in human form in shock. Beckendorf's had a swollen eye and cuts all over his face and arms. His armor was gone and his shirt was nearly torn off.
Beckendorf met my eyes. He glanced at his hand and pocket, like he was trying to tell me something. His watch and the whistle. They hadn't taken them. They failed to realize the watch was a detonator, and didn't think twice about the whistle.
"We found him amidship," one of the giants said, "trying to sneak to the engine room. Can we eat him now?"
"Soon." Kronos scowled at Ethan. "Are you sure he didn't set the explosives?"
"He was going toward the engine room, my lord."
"How do you know that?"
"Er..." Ethan shifted uncomfortably. "He was heading in that direction. And he told us. His bag is still full of explosives."
I realized Beckendorf had fooled them. When he'd realized he was going to be captured, he turn to make it look like he was going the other way. He'd convinced them he hadn't made it to the engine room yet. The Greek fire might still be primed! But that didn't do us any good unless we could gett off the ship and detonate it.
Kronos hesitated. "Open his bag," Kronos ordered.
One of the giants ripped the explosives satchel from Beckendorf's shoulders. He peered inside, grunted, and turned it upside down. Panicked monsters surged backward. If the bag really had been full of Greek fire jars, we wou;d've all blown up. But what fell out were a dozen cans of peaches.
I could hear Kronos breathing, trying to control his anger.
"Did you, perhaps,' he said, "capture this demigod near the galley?"
Ethan turned pale. "Um-"
"And did you, perhaps, send someone to actually CHECK THE ENGINE ROOM?"
Ethan scrambled back in terror, then turned on his heels and ran.
I cursed silently. Now we had only minutes before the bombs were disarmed. We had to do something now.
I concentrated on my latest form. Instead of shrinking or expanding, I felt as of my body divided into thousands little clunks that morphed into yellow and black bees similar to what Periclymenus used against Heracles Only I didn't just any bees, but rather one of the deadlies species known to mankind: the african killer bees.
Using a hive mind I spread my bees across the deck sending demigods crumbling, and stinging those that tried. I send my biggest swarm around the Laistrygonians holding Beckendorf. They dropped him as they swatted at my stinging might. Finally the Laistrygonians ran away and instead of following I remain in place as I send Kronos' army into panick
"Stop! Fools! Attack them!" Kronos shouted.
Finally I gather my bees and fused together back as one, I nearly collapsed.
"Percy, are you okay?" Beckendorf asked.
"Yeah, just never tried that in combat before," I said. "We're going to have to take the sea if we plan to escape!"
Knowing that the salt water rejuvenates me, Beckendorf nodded. "Let's get off this ship and detonate it!"
Beckendorf nodded as we charged toward the and jumped off the side of the ship toward the water. As we hit the water I felt a surge of energy and morphed into a giant squid and wrapped a tentacle around Beckendorf and as we dive, I created an air bubble around him.
Beckendorf must have used that time to hit the detonation watch because as I use the current to increase my distance from the ship, there was a loud explosion that shook the world and the heat hit us. The Princess Andromeda blew up from both sides, a massive fireball of green flame rolling into the dark sky consuming everything.
Unfortunately the blast caused me to nearly black out as we weren't far enough from it for safety. With my final conscious thought before blacking out, I prayed to my dad for help.
A/N: And now Percy can use bee form. I knew the chapter where the Princess Andromeda be the best time to have Percy use it finally. Percy had used animal forms of different shapes and sizes, but I had to wait for the right moment with bees due to the fact whenever Frank uses bee form its always in a swarm and not a single bee. I'm guessing that is true with any bugs that lives in swarms like bees such as ants and ...
Animal Facts: There are actually two well known species of killer bees: African Killer Bees, and the European Killer Bees, although due to killer bees being brought to americas and breeding with other bees, we got the American descendants of those two. But Killer bee originally famee from Central and South Africa. What made these bees so deadly is the fact they're actually more agressive than most other bees and often attack in groups and in case with any bees, the more stings you get at once (not spread out over time) the more likelihood of alergic reaction from their venom but that doesn't mean you're not alergic if you never been stung or rarely been stung. Like any alergies alergic reaction to bee venom can be passed down from parent to child as well as developed over time. What worse is although one sting from a bee might not kill someone that isn't alergic, enough from a swarm attack will. If you are alergic to bee venom, then becareful because we're not talking about rashes stuffy noses or sneezes. We're talking about the worse kind; anaphylactic shock where the body release a flood of chemicals that can cause blood pressure to drop and airways to narrow and block breathing. So be careful when handling venomous insects like bees, even if venom from just one doesn't normally kill.
Also not always bees die after stinging. The fact the mater is, those that do is because they lost their stinger in the process and that's what led to death. But if a bee keeps its stinger, it survives to sting another time