Chapter 4

MY MOTHER TEACHES ME BULLFIGHTING

THE A/N BELOW IS IMPORTANT IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT PERCY'S LOOKS!

We sped through the night along dusty country roads. Wind and rain pelted the car like a pistol. I don't know how the hell my mom could see, but she kept her foot on the gas. If only she would drive like this all the time...

At every flash of lightning, I glanced at Grover, staring at his furry legs. He smelled like shit.

"So. You have a lot of explaining to do, yeah?" I asked, not cussing for the sake of my mom.

Grover looked a little nervously at me, and then anxiously at the window. "Yeah... I guess so. But that can wait," He replied.

"So mom, did you know Grover was a satyr?" I said, surprising even my mom with my quickness; she has so much faith in me.

"Uh, yes, I was told that you'd be watched," my mom told me.

I just hummed in reply.

All of a sudden, the weird tortured noise came up again, but this time, it was closer.

"Shit! That thing is after us! What the hell are we supposed to do!? We can't outrun that shithead!" I yelled, ignoring my moms half-scolding, half-horrified look.

"Percy!" She scolded. "Watch your language! We'll get there... we have to..." She said that last part under her breath.

I had the decency to look sheepish. "What's after us anyways? I can't get a good look at it through all this fuc-stupid rain!"

"Oh, nobody much," Grover said casually. "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions."

Yeah ok Grover! Just say I'm gonna die like it's the FUCKING weather!

"Grover! Are you trying to scare her?!" My mom squeaked, sounding scared herself. Like I'm scared of anything...

"Sorry, Mrs. Jackson. Could you drive a little faster, please?"

I was trying to figure out what was following us. I've only caught tiny glimpses from the blinding lightning and what I've seen so far, well let's just say it ain't pretty.

My mom swerved left, making me ram into the door. I grunted but didn't complain. We came into a more secluded area with narrower roads and more woods and past a PICK YOUR OWN STRAWBERRIES sign on white picket fences. Sounds sketchy if you ask me...

"So this summer camp is in a strawberry field? That's stupid. If you want to repel attention, why make it a sign that invites you to the camp?" I asked, once again seeing the surprised look of my mom and the awed look of Grover.

"We don't have time to answer questions, Percy," said Grover, obviously trying to get out of starting a conversation.

"Hey dumbass," I said quietly, so my mom would hear, "We're in a fucking car, WAITING to go somewhere. How the hell to we 'not have time to answer questions'?"

He stuttered for a second before coming up with an excuse. "Just drop it for now, ok? I'll tell you everything when we get there, alright?"

"Yeah, whatever. Not like I care anyways," I grumbled.

Grover was about to respond before my mom took a hard right, once again slamming me into the door; I was getting tired of this shit now. As she swerved, I caught another glimpse of the figure. It was dark and huge, but for the moment, it was lost in the storm.

"Excuse me. Uh, anyone mind telling me what the heck is chasing us?!" I yelled.

"We're almost there," my mother said, completely disregarding my question (Rude! Who does that? Can't she see that I need answers?!). "Another mile. Please. Please. Please."

I leaned forward in anticipation. Hey, no matter how badass I seem, I didn't want to die. I wanted to get to camp as much as my mom and Grover did.

Outside, there was nothing but heavy rain and pitch black darkness, the kind of darkness only found in the country.

I went back to Mr. Brunner, and his horse-like figure. If my calculations (don't tell anyone that I can be smart! It would so ruin my rep!) were correct, Mr. Brunner was Chiron. Before I could delve into my discoveries, there was a bright flash followed by a deafening boom, and our car fucking exploded.

I felt like I was weightless, like I was being flattened, burned, and soaked all at the same time. And let me tell you. It was NOT, in any way, pleasant.

I jerked my head off of the drivers seat where I banged it and said, "Ow."

"Oh my god! Percy!" My mom shouted.

"I'm fine... are you ok?"

I heard a faint 'yes' before trying to get my bearings. Ok, well, the car hadn't really exploded. The lightning just hit us, making us swerve into a ditch. All the doors were jammed into the fucking mud and the roof was cracked open (like the skull of whatever god did this) and the rain was soaking me to the bone. Right next to me was a motionless lump. "Oh jeez! Grover!"

He was slouched over, crimson red blood trickling out of his mouth. I slapped him on the cheek, trying to wake him up. I mean, even though he lied to me the whole damn school year and turned out to be a barnyard animal, he was still my best and only friend.

All of a sudden, he groaned "Food," and I instantly stopped worrying.

"Percy," my mother said, dead serious. "Get out of the car."

My mom launched her small frame at the driver-side door, but it was in there pretty good. I tried mine, it was also stuck too, shit. I quickly discarded the roof, seeing as it was sizzling and all.

"Climb out of the passengers side!" My mother yelled. "Percy-you have to run. Do you see that big pine tree?"

"Yeah... I see it," I said as another flash of lightning struck, illuminating the tree. "How could I not? That's one big ass tree."

"That's the property line," my mom said, ignoring my second comment. "Get over the hill and you'll see a farmhouse down the valley. Yell as loud as you can-you can even cuss. Just don't stop until you reach the door."

"Uh, aren't you coming too?"

Her face was scarily pale, her eyes were as sad as when she gazed at the ocean.

"Hell no!" I shouted. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not. Help me carry Grover."

"Food!" Grover moaned, louder this time.

"Shut the hell up!" I shouted.

The thing was coming closer, still making his annoying grunting sound. As he got closer, I made out more details. His huge, meaty hands were at his sides, swinging like crazy. He had a massive furry head that was very muscular. And... he had horns... holy fuck...

"But he doesn't want us," my mother said. "He wants you. Besides, I'm a mortal, I can't cross the property line."

"I don't give a shit! I'm not gonna let that thing get ahold of you!"

"We don't have time for this, Percy. Go. Please."

I was furious. I was furious at the bull thing. I was furious at my moms stubbornness. I was furious at Grover's moaning. But most of all, I was furious at my dad for putting me through this.

My rage just fueled my determination. I lunged across Grover and opened his door, the only one that wasn't jammed. I sprinted outside while dragging Grover from the car. "We're going together mom or so help me I will drag you too."

"I told you-!"

"God dammit, mom! I'm not leaving you! Help me with this fat ass!"

I didn't wait for an answer and hauled Grover onto my shoulder. Damn, he was actually light, but even with my above average strength, I wouldn't have made it if my mom hadn't helped me.

Together, we draped Grover over our shoulders and started to make our way uphill through waist-high grass. (Did they want us to die?)

Glancing back once again, I finally got a clear look at the godforsaken beast. He was at the very least seven fucking feet tall. His muscles were definitely more than twenty times bigger than a Muscle Man magazine and they were all packed into vein-webbed skin. He wore no god damn clothes, like, at all, except for these bright ass Fruit of the Looms (which I almost, almost, laughed at). The top half of his body was super hairy, like he hadn't shaved in a millennia. All in all, he looked fucking cool and terrifying at the same time.

I didn't take long for me to figure out what it was, what with the snotty snout as long as my leg and the brass ring in his nose. Oh, and don't forget about the sharp as hell horns aimed right at my chest. This thing was obviously the Minotaur, Mr. Brunner has talked about him enough for me to know.

I wiped the rain out of my eyes with my free hand. "That's-"

"Pasiphae's son," my mother said. "I wished I'd known how badly they wanted to kill you."

"That's reassuring. Thanks mom. Anyways, why not call him by his name?"

"Names have power," she replied simply.

I decided to not question it.

The pine tree was still about a hundred yards uphill-we'd never make it!

I risked another glance at the cock-juggling thundercunt (his new nickname... he should be honored! Don't worry, there will be many more to come).

He was hunched over our car, sniffing and nuzzling the windows like a weirdo. I concluded that he had bad eye sight.

"Food?" Grover moaned... again.

"I will punch you. Shut the actual fuck up," I threatened, even though he was knocked out. "I'm assuming he has bad eye sight, right mom?"

"Yes, and bad hearing," she replied, finally used to my quick thinking. "He goes completely by smell, but he'll find us soon."

Right on cue, the meat wallet bellowed in rage. He raised the car over his head and threw it down the road, the car turned into a firework show, sparks flying as it flew down the wet asphalt.

Not a scratch, I faintly remember Gabe saying.

Hah. Serves that bastard right.

"Percy," my mom rushed out. "When he sees us, he'll charge. Wait until the very last second until jumping out of his way-directly sideways. He can't change directions very well-"

"Because of his huge mass," I interrupted. "He'd barrel right past us."

She gave me a proud look that made me feel all nice inside. (I swear, tell someone that and I'll haunt you...)

I didn't question how she knew this, I figured that she'd been expecting something like this to happen sooner or later.

Another bellow of rage came from the fuckwad.

Shit, he smelled us.

The pine tree was just a few more yards, but the stupid ass hill was getting steeper and slicker the more we went uphill. It didn't help at all that Grover's fat ass was draped over our shoulders.

Another few precious seconds and the cunt muscle would be on us.

My mother looked exhausted, but she shouldered Grover anyways. "Go, Percy! Separate! Remember what I told you!" She yelled.

I didn't want to split up, but it was our best option. I dashed to the left, turned around, only to be met with the shit stain's black eyes glaring at me with hatred. I think his smell actually burned my nostrils, he smelled a thousand times worse than Gabe!

He lowered his fat head and charged, his razor sharp horns aimed right at my chest.

I felt nothing but excitement and adrenaline. I was ready to take this twat waffle on! So when he charged, I jumped sideways at the last possible second.

The douche nozzle stormed past me like a heavy armored jet, then roared in frustration and turned. But he didn't turn to me... he turned to my mom, who was gently setting Grover down in the grass.

We were at the crest of the hill. I could see the farmhouse, the lights glowing a bright yellow through the heavy rain. But of course, that was half a fucking mile away. We'd never make it in time.

The dick nose grunted, then pawed at the ground. He kept his eyes on my mother, who was starting to back down the hill to the road, trying to distract him from Grover. (Why is she so selfless?!)

"Percy! Run!" She yelled. "I won't make it! Run!"

My body was telling me to run, but I couldn't, my mom was about to die! The shit stick charged my mom. She tried to jump sideways, but the monster wasn't as stupid as I thought. His meaty hand shot out and grabbed my mom around the neck as she tried to bolt. He lifted her with ease as she struggled for her life.

"YOU PUT MY MOTHER DOWN YOU COCK SHINER!" I screamed.

The monster looked my right in the fucking eye as he squeezed the life out of my mom. She dissolved into a bright light, and was simply gone. She wasn't dead, I knew that much. Last time I checked, humans don't dissolve when they die. That fact would've helped me sleep at night, if I had known who took her.

"God dammit!"

Anger flooded my senses, it was the only thing I felt.

The cheese dick bore down on Grover, who was still sprawled out in the grass. He looked like he was going to lift him up and kill him too.

Like hell I was going to allow that.

I stripped off my red rain jacket. Huh, is that a coincidence or what?

"Hey!" I screamed, waving the jacket like I'd seen in tv, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, cock fucker! Dick nose!"

He looked briefly insulted, if that was possible, before bellowing in rage and charging at me, once again.

I had an idea-a dangerous idea, but better then nothing. I flattened my back to the massive pine tree and waved my jacket in front of the ass goblin, thinking that I'd jump out of the way last second.

That was my mistake.

The shit stack charged way to fast, his arms spread out to grab me whichever way I wanted to dodge.

Time seemed to slow down.

I was feeling confident. My legs tensed. If I couldn't jump sideways... then I'll jump upwards. I leaped straight up, kicking off from the fart knockers smelly head, turning in midair, and landing on his disgusting back.

How the hell...

I didn't even have time to complete my thought as a millisecond later, he slammed into the tree, the impacted nearly knocking out my teeth.

The shit pisser stumbled around, trying his best to throw me off. I had to lock my arms around his sleek horns to keep from being tossed like a rag doll. The thunder and lightning were still persistent, the rain still pelting me. The smell of rotten shit still burning my nostrils.

The monster shook and bucked, kinda like a rodeo bull (I would know). He must be dumb, he coulda just backed up and smashed me flat-not that I'm complaining. That's when I realized, he only had one gear, forward.

While I was riding the bull, Grover was still groaning in the grass. I would've cussed and hit him to get him to shut up, but, as you know, I'm on a damn bull.

"Food!" Grover moaned.

The ass jockey turned to him, completely ignoring me, pawed the ground, and got ready to charge at Grover. I fueled my rage by thinking about how this fucker strangled my mom and whoo boy! That did the job! I got both of my hands and tightly grasped one of his horns and pulled back with everything I had. The monster tensed, gave a pained grunt, then-snap!

The shit head (I'm running out of nicknames guys! Comment some more!) screamed and whipped me through the air. I landed flat on my back in the grass, my head smacking against a rock. When I finally sat up, I was seeing triple, but I saw a horn in my hands, a ragged, blood-splattered bone weapon the size of a regular knife. (I would also know that too...)

The monster got over it's surprise and charged at me.

On instinct, I rolled to one side and came up kneeling. As the bull-man hybrid barreled past, I drove his own horn straight into his side, right up under his smelly rib cage.

The shit nugget roared in agony. He flailed, clawing at his hairy chest, then began to disintegrate, just like Mrs. Dodds.

The idiot was finally gone.

The rain had stopped, of course, right after the fight. But the storm still rumbled, but this time, only in the distance. I smelled like shit. My head was killing me, I probably had a concussion, I've had a few of those in my life. For the first time in my life, I felt weak, I felt so much grief but I forced it down, not willing to cry. I wanted to curl up in a ball and just die, but Grover needed me, so I managed to haul him the rest of the way up the hill and down the valley, right to the farmhouse. My arms were trembling, but I was able to keep a tight grip on Grover, he wasn't leaving me like my mom did.

The last thing I remember is falling on my back on a wooded porch, staring above me at the ceiling fan. There were the stern faces of a familiar-looking bearded man and a nice looking girl, with blonde hair curled like a princess. They both looked down at me, one with concern and the other with curiosity. The girl said, "She's the one. She must be."

The fuck?

"Silence, Annabeth," the man said. "She's still conscious-"

"No... I'm fucking asleep! Of course I'm conscious! My eyes are wide open!" I said sarcastically, a little delirious.

The girl's, Annabeth's, eyes widened and the man looked unsurprised.

Then I promptly passed out.

"Come on, dear, bring her inside." Were the last words I heard before I faded into unconsciousness.

Ok, I'm sorry for all the cuss words but all the websites for insults were all cuss words. So I said fuck it.

Anyways, onto Persephone's looks. Percy has 5 piercings on each of her ears. Half of her hair is shaved (she still had hair there though, she's not completely bald there) and the other half is her black, curly, and goes down to her belly button. She's got 2 tattoos (they are small). Ones on her left wrist of a trident (kinda obvious) and the second is on her right shoulder, it's a somewhat big, blue anchor. Also, Percy wears leather jackets with green or blue or black tank tops underneath. She also wears ripped jeans and converse. Check the cover image to see her hair.

That's it! If I missed anything, just tell me! And leave a review! It warms my heart and motivates me to get chapters out faster when I know you're interested!

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