Percy: I'm back from DQ with… Hey who the hell are you and where's Alex?
Midnight: Well hello Percy it's nice to finally meet you, I'm MidnightOwl260 but you can call me Midnight. I'm the new author and Alex well you might not see him for along long time. (evily)
Percy: You monster, I'll kill you (Pulls out sword and charges).
Alex: (walks into the room completely oblivious to what's happening) Midnight all I have is Cola and Mountain Dew. Percy you know weapons aren't allowed in the livingroom.
Percy: Who the hell is that.
Alex: Oh yeah, this is Midnight my new co-author.
Percy: What…
Alex: Do you want to see the story she wrote.
Resetting pairings. sorry
Crunch!
"Extraordinary."
It wasn't until Bruce was standing in the centre of Stark's private labs with yet another crumpled needle in his hands that he realize something: he was so far out of his depth it wasn't even funny.
Oh sure, the doctor was used to weird, he does work with a guy who has in a flying suit of armor instead of an office, but this kid was just bizarre.
He looked ordinary enough, lying motionless on the lab table, black hair, tanned skin and the long lanky body of a teenager with a bit of muscle. Nothing out of the ordinary unless you counted the slight streak of grey in his hair and the slightly too perfect appearance.
And Bruce did. According to Tony the kid had fallen out the sky, crashed through the roof and multiple floors of the tower, which would of meant a HUGE amount of velocity that should of smooshed the black haired teen into soup upon the first impact.
Not result in the boy lying unconscious, intact and entirely unscathed in the Avenger's lab.
Bruce walked over to the side of the white, technology filled, room and placing the broken needle next to the other six, grabbed a fresh one.
"You know, at first I thought the pair of you were pulling a prank on me." the Physicist mumbled to Brook, who was sitting on the edge of a nearby bench. Even though his words had been quiet, her jerked up like he had just knocked her out of a trance. "Why would we joke about something like this?" her voice was quiet as she gestured to the slightly broken-looking body of the boy, although Bruce sighed when Tony on the other hand, had no such qualms about his noise level.
Striding over to where the kid was lying, the billionaire laughed, "Pfft. Me? Pull a prank?"
Rolling his eyes at the inventor and reached for a bench draw, Bruce had intending to retrieve a magnifying glass to watch the next needle crumple better-
"Gah! You might not want to do that!" Tony zipped across the room and hurled himself in front of the cupboard, barring Bruce form opening it.
"Tony! What-"
"Uh- I've had a new security system installed, just didn't want you to get fried and have my tower destroyed again. So if you could just not open it for a couple of hours…"Tony trailed off,
"….You rigged it again. Didn't you." Bruce deadpanned, it wasn't even a question.
"Oh, it's just a little present for birdbrain next time the dynamic duo decide to slink by."
"Okay then Dad, so why is it in Bruce's lab and not in the training room downstairs?" she asked innocently, her eyes somehow managing to reach a sort of Bambi-level that totally couldn't have been genuine. "Yeah Tony," Bruce said, waving the new needle in his direction, "and I thought you wanted to keep your precious building in one piece?"
The heiress received a glared from Tony for ratting out his story before he quickly regained his composure, "My tower, my prank war, my rules." the philanthropist argued, "….And besides she's not a building, she's a work of art."
Now it was Brook's turn to roll her eyes, her expression reminiscent of the time Pepper had walked in on her boyfriend trying to sharpie a moustache on to Steve's face whilst the patriot slept… Seemingly to come to a similar conclusion, Tony coughed awkwardly into his fist and strode away from the boy and over to bug the physicist, "Right!" announced Tony and Bruce forced squashed a tiny spark of irritation as the billionaire snatched the needle from his hand.
"Now let's see about this 'extraordinary' miracle you keep muttering about."
Crunch!
"…Son of a bitch."
THIS-IS-A-LINE BREAK
The warning signal had come too late.
Percy stood there frozen, as he had been ever since he 'woke up', he knew he was dreaming,
he knew that the real raid at Camp Half-Blood was long over,
but that didn't stop him from mentally struggling with his limbs wanting to charge down there and aid his distressed family and friends.
Shift.
The scene in front of him contorted, the screams blurred before being replaced with the sound of rushing water in his ears and the sickening white of a dissection lab.
The demigod wrestled within himself but it was no use, he couldn't even turn his eyes away from the sight of Travis Stroll being strapped down to a metal table by people with white coats and blurred faces.
Shift.
The unconscious figure of Clarisse being dragged into a room marked 'testing'.
Shift.
Blackjack racing away from faceless attackers.
Shift.
Drew was tackled into the mud.
Shift.
Rose's body.
Percy was thrashing, screaming in his head.
He had to be let go! He HAD to help them!
Shift.
This scene was different, a figure standing in nothing but darkness, lit up like a spotlight was shining on them. Percy's invisible bonds vanished, but all his struggling ceased the moment he saw who it was.
It was Annabeth.
His brilliant, brilliant Annabeth was standing ridge and once grey eyes clouded with a glowing blue colour.
"Annabeth?" Percy's voice was quiet, thoughts derailed at the sight of his girlfriend eyes looking so dead. Annabeth opened her mouth, but the voice that oozed out of her voice box was not hers.
"The time of the Greeks is over."
Percy repressed a shudder at the voice, it sounded wrong coming out of Annabeth, masculine, calculating and downright creepy, and taking a step towards Annabeth he tried to look intimidating, "Who are you? What have you done to Annabeth?!"
"I am Loki" his girlfriend emotionlessly stated, Percy had to repress the urge to take a shower so he could rid himself the slimy feeling those words had covered him in, "and I, am the liberator of your pathetic kind, I am your savior, your new liege and I will recreate your world in my own image!",b
Through the entire rant, Percy had stared down into the ever-uncaring eyes of his girlfriend and fury bubbled up inside him.
How dare this guy just waltz in, capture his family, torture his friends and then announce through his enslaved girlfriend that he was going to take over the world a DAY after they he had lived through a war!
Taking another step forwards, Percy snarled at this 'Loki' and had managed to injected a considerable amount of venom into his voice, "I swear to Loki, you hurt just one hair on her head an-"
"Per-rcy!" he stopped short as Grover's panicky voice echoed around the empty space, as he whipped around trying to pinpoint his best friend's voice, Percy missed Annabeth moving in closer behind him. The only warning he had was an evil chuckle sounding right next to his ear before the world turned black, "Of course you will Perseus, I'm counting on it."
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Midnight: Ooh look at that, a lovely piece of angst that is!
Percy: Lovely piece of angst? A LOVELY PIECE OF ANGST?! This is my life your messing with people! This place shouldn't be called FanFiction, it should be called 'the Torture '!
Alex: Aww, don't be like that Dude!
Midnight: Yeah by the time we're done with you it'll be more like 'white rooms and straight jackets! Alex and Midnight: ^_^ !
Percy: …. I hate you two.
Alex: Yeah, yaeh. Anyway people, remember to feed the review box on the way out!
Midnight: Yep! Compliment-vampires like me need some feeding before we can update!
Percy and Alex: (gives her a freaked-out look before racing out of the room)
Midnight: (completely clueless) What? Was it something I said?"