Chapter 2 is here! Here's when the Real fight happens Please R/R!
As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turned on them. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if they'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey—" "I know," Percy grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."That wasn't the right thing to say. "Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said. "Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her." they both stared at him, stunned. they couldn't believe he was trying to cover for them. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death. She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled. "I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said. "But—" "You—will—stay—here." Grover looked at them desperately. "It's okay, man," they told him. "Thanks for trying." "Honey Dear"Mrs. Dodds barked at them. "Now." Nancy Bobofit smirked. they both each gave her their deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stares (if your wondering what that's like, imagine getting a deluxe i'll-kill-you-later stare/ wolf stare from Percy full throttle then double pretty terrifying)Then they turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at them to come on. How'd she get there so fast? They have moments like that a lot, when their brains fall asleep or something, and the next thing they know they've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left them staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told them this was part of the ADHD, their brains misinterpreting things. Neither of them was so sure. They went after Mrs. Dodds. Halfway up the steps, Percila glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between them and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall Okay, they thought. She's going to make them buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop. But apparently that wasn't the followed her deeper into the museum. When they finally caught up to her, they were all back in the Greek and Roman section. Except for them, the gallery was empty. Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.
Even without the noise, they would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it..."You've been giving us problems, honeys," she said. They did the safe thing. They said, "Yes, ma'am" in unison. She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?" The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil. She's a teacher, they thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt us. They said, "We'll—we'll try harder, ma'am." Thunder shook the building. "We are not fools, Percy and Percila Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you both out. Confess, and you will both suffer less pain." Neither of them knew what she was talking about. All they could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy they'd been selling out of their dorm room. Or maybe they'd realized Percy'd got his essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away his grade. Or worse, they were going to make him read the book."Well?" she demanded. "Ma'am, I don't..." Percy started "Your time is up," she hissed. Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice them to things got even stranger, at least to . Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand. "What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air, Mrs. Dodds lunged at Percila. With a yelp, she dodged and felt talons slash the air next to her ear. Percy snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air,at the same time Percila instinctively tapped her bracelet and it turned into a bronze sword with ocean blue swirls on it, but when the pen hit Percy's hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword—Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day. Mrs. Dodds spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes. My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the snarled, "Die, honeys!"And she flew straight at them. Absolute terror ran through their bodies. They did the only thing that came naturally: They swung their metal blades hit her shoulders and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hisss!Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching them. They were alone. There was a ballpoint pen in Percy's hand and a bronze bracelet on Percila's wrist. Mr. Brunner wasn't there. Nobody was there but them. Their hands were still trembling. Their lunches must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or they imagined the whole thing? They went back outside. It had started to rain. Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw them, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped both your butts." They said, "Who?" "Our teacher. Duh!" They blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr. Percila asked Nancy what she was talking about. She just rolled her eyes and turned away. They asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was. He said, "Who?"But he paused first, and he wouldn't look at them, so they thought he was messing with them."Not funny, man," They told him. "This is serious." Thunder boomed overhead. they saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved. Percy went over to him. He looked up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson." Percy handed Mr. Brunner his pen. He hadn't even realized he was still holding it. "Sir," he said, "where's Mrs. Dodds?" He stared at me blankly. "Who?" "The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling alright?".