HI everyone! Thanks if you've read this far, and the real action starts here. Back to Sam's POV and hope you enjoy!
SAM
I think I forgot to mention something. The reason I'm going to the design and technology classrooms for detention are because Mr. Pierce is a D&T (design & technology) teacher and he needs his wood sorted.
I headed down the stairs and into the basement part of the school, Percy behind me. I knocked on the door and Mr. Pierce opened the door. He looked down at me.
"Here for detention?" he asked. Then he looked at Percy. "Your friend here is going to have to wait outside, I'm afraid."
Percy just shrugged. "Yeah, fine," he said. "Hurry up then," he told me. He fiddled with something and I glanced at it. Just a ballpoint pen. I walked into the design and technology room and Mr. Pierce led me to the storage room.
"Here," he said. He showed me which wood to sort to where, etc. I only half-listened. Then he told me that he had a meeting and he would be leaving me under supervision of one of the older kids. I would be leaving once I finished sorting the wood. Well, great for me, I thought.
An older student came into the storage room. He kept his head down, and his hair hung over his eyes. He was really big and he towered over Mr. Pierce. Mr. Pierce patted the guy's arm.
"You'll be supervising Ms. La Rue here, Bryan." The older guy just nodded. Mr. Pierce left. The moment he left, Bryan walked over to the door and locked it with enormous hands. I got a weird feeling, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I felt uncomfortable.
"Um," I said, "Do you really need to lock the door?"
Bryan sat down on a bench. It bent under his weight. His dirty blond hair still fell into his eyes and covered most of his face. Some heavy guy, I thought. "Hurry up and do your work," he grumbled. His voice was very deep and it sent chills up my spine. I set down my backpack on the ground and went to work sorting the wood.
A few minutes later, I heard a weird grumbling sound. I looked over my shoulder at Bryan and he was standing up. I shrugged and turned to go back to work when I saw something out of the corner of my eye as I was turning back to the pile of wood. The hair on the back of my neck shot up again and my instincts said DANGER but I forced myself to continue sorting the wood. Then I heard a growl.
I turned around slowly and saw Bryan still in the process of standing up. Pause for a second. He wasn't still in the process of standing up. He was growing in size. I watched in shock as he just got taller and taller, a long piece of plywood still in my hand, until his head reached the ceiling of the basement. He stopped growing. Lucky for him the basement ceiling was high, I guess. But not for me. His hair no longer covered his face and I could see his bloodshot eyes now.
Wait a second.
Eyes? No, eye. I gulped. Standing in front of me was a huge Cyclops. I screamed. I doubt anyone heard me.
"Finally!" the Cyclops grumbled. His voice sounded like it was being played from a megaphone. "Snack time for Bryan." He chuckled to himself, shaking the entire room. He started walking towards me. I just stood there in shock, staring up at him in paralyzed fear. Then adrenaline filled me and I screamed again, bolting away from him. He swooped to grab me and missed. My mind cleared and went on alert mode. I scooped up my bag and ran towards the storage door, which was far away from where I was standing.
The Cyclops laughed. "Aww, come on," he said. I froze. He talked in my dad's voice. How he knew my dad's voice, I don't know. He walked towards me pushing over piles of crates and knocked shelves of wood over. My body acted for itself and dodged a few crates, rolled between the Cyclops's legs. I jabbed the long strip wood at his legs and he bellowed in anger. The wood just snapped and I fell backwards.
Bryan turned around. "Right, playtime is over, demigod," he said. He leaped towards me and I tried to run to the side but he grabbed me by my hair. I cried out in pain and clutched at my hair. He lifted me up to his face and peered at me with his red eye. Then he held me close to his nose and sniffed me. I saw my chance and swung back with all my might, ignoring the pain of my hair getting ripped out. I kicked him on the nose and he roared again, dropping me. I fell a good twenty feet and almost got knocked out. I struggled and managed to get up. Something warm and sticky dribbled down the side of my face and a drop landed on the ground. It was red. I got woozy from seeing my own blood drip onto the ground.
Bryan was still holding his nose and I ran for the door, which was probably the only way for me to continue my life. The Cyclops noticed me running and bounded after me. He was way faster and I sprinted as fast as I could. Unlocking the door wasn't a problem. But the monster behind me was. The moment I got the door to open, a large chunk of metal smashed into it. The door slammed shut. I wondered how much noise we were making. I dived out of the way to avoid becoming mashed-Sam-pie. The chunk of metal was probably ripped from the metal shelves. That didn't really mattered though. What mattered was that it blocked the door. I pushed against it, but I was out of energy. I hid behind the metal, breathing hard. There were a few cuts on my arms in addition to whatever was dripping blood from my forehead.
The Cyclops picked up an entire shelf and threw it across the room. I cringed when I heard the crash.
"Come on out, little demigod," he cooed in my dad's voice. Anger flowed through me and shocked me into action. Then I did something crazy, which is typical of me. I jumped out from my hiding place and shouted at him.
"Hey ugly! Come get me!"
Bryan spun at the sound of my voice and bounded towards me. I tensed and moved next to the big block of metal, a plan forming in my mind. He lashed out with amazing speed and tried to grab me. I hit the ground and barely escaped. Bryan's hand smashed into the chunk of metal instead and hit it aside. I got up as fast as possible and flung the door open. And I ran into the D&T classrooms, screaming for help. The door to the classroom flew open and I saw Percy in the doorway staring in shock at me. A loud crash told me that Bryan had gotten through the storage doorway too and I grabbed up a hammer from the rack of woodworking tools.
I turned and everything became slow-motion. I drew back my hand and aimed for a second. Percy raced past me with a bronze sword from nowhere. Everything went back to normal speed and the hammer met it's target. Bryan roared and ripped the sanding machine out of the ground. He threw it at me and I ducked under a table as the machine exploded into flames, blowing me back. My thigh got slashed by something sharp and I let loose a little cry of pain.
"Percy!" I yelled. "The school is on fire!" He turned and nodded at me. Then he leaped behind the Cyclops, his sword raised. I watched as Percy plunged the blade into his back. Bryan froze and muttered: "Not Tartarus again." Then he exploded into yellow powder. Percy coughed and ran over to me. His sword had disappeared and he helped me up.
"Come on, we need to get out of here," he said. As if I didn't figure that out. We raced back up the stairs and burst through the main doors.
Please review! But if you don't it's fine, because it was fun writing this chapter. Next few chapters will be uploaded pretty soon cuz school just ended and it's summer holiday now. Have a nice day :D
-mi5hao