Author's Note: (Step right up, see the amazingly stupid Author's Note!) Hey Kiddies! Chapter 7 coming your way! Kay, you'll finally get to read about Percy's problem. Thanks for the reviews and putting me on that alert system thing. By the way, the italics in this chapter is totally messed up. I can't figure out how to work it, because every time I try to fix anything, it messes up in weird ways. Like, it would erase almost everything I wrote. (Luckily I can just exit the page without saving, so I don't lose anything) So please ignore the confusing italics. I also apologize for any awkwardness. What I mean by that is, any parts that seem pieced together wrong. When I was originally writing it, it was totally flipped around. Scenes written out of order. I did what I call a "super edit," and totally flipped the direction in which I was going with this, to better suit the story. I think it's way better this way. Anyway, I guess it's time for me to shut up and just let you read. Enjoy...
Percy Jackson had never felt so desperate.
Percy felt he was losing Annabeth. He and Annabeth had been fighting. A lot. It all started a few months ago...
*Flashback*
Percy was watching TV on his coach, when Annabeth came in the room, practically bouncing with joy. "Percy! Guess what came in the mail today!"
"Uh, a letter that says there was a mistake and I did win the lottery?" Percy asked hopefully.
Annabeth rolled her eyes, "No, Seaweed Brain. I've been accepted into the University of Cambridge!"
"That's awesome, Annabeth!" Percy said getting up to hug her. "I knew you could do it!"
"This is amazing! The University of Cambridge has been rated one of the best architecture schools in the world! Percy, I'm so excited!"
"Yeah, you should be. This is just so...Awesome!"
"Percy, you already said that." Annabeth laughed.
"That's 'cause it is!" Percy chuckled. But then his smiled faltered. "Wait, Cambridge? Like, the United Kingdoms, Cambridge? England?" Percy was drowning in his realization. She was going to be whisked away to England for four years, and they would see even less of each other than they did then. He thought she would leave, and probably find some one better in England. Some one who actually knows architecture. Some one who could actually carry on an intellectual conversation.
Annabeth's smile slowly faded, "Yeah, what's wrong?"
Percy looked into her eyes, then put on a fake smile. "Nothing. I'm just so uh, happy that you'll get to study in England." Percy said enthusiastically. "...All the way in England..." Percy muttered under his breath, quiet enough so that Annabeth couldn't hear.
"Are you sure nothing's wrong?"
"Yep. Prom's coming up, how could I be upset?"
Annabeth studied his face, then slowly said, "Okay. But you know if anything was wrong-"
"Nothing's wrong." Percy insisted.
Annabeth held his eyes for a moment, then accepted that he wasn't going to tell her. For now.
At the prom, Percy was hiding himself in the shadows, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible. He only came out every once in a while to go to the snack table. But Annabeth put a stop to that in the first few minutes. "Percy!" She scolded when she found him behind the bleachers. "What are you doing?"
"Aw, Annabeth, I can't dance. I don't wanna embarrass you." Percy said in somewhat whiny voice.
"You're probably embrassesing me more by concealing yourself back here anyway. Come on, I'll drag you there if I have to."
Percy sighed, "Yeah. I know."
She put out a hand, and he took it. Percy found it kind of funny that her fingers fit into his perfectly. It was a good kind of funny.
She led him out onto the dance-floor. A slow song was playing. Percy did the cliche thing, by asking, "May I have this dance?"
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Hm. I'll have to think about it."
Percy took her in his arms. "Think fast."
"My specialty."
Dancing like that -with her head on his shoulder, her arms draped around his neck, and his arms wrapped around her- just felt right. No, it felt perfect. For the first time, Percy's two left feet actually worked the way he wanted them to.
A few songs later, Annabeth noticed that Percy kept drinking the punch. But there was something weird about it. Percy stumbled on his own feet. Annabeth realized that some one must've slipped alcohol into the punch. Percy was drunk. This was the second time, though. At the party they had for winning the war, you guessed it, one of Mr. D's kids must've spiked it, because every one who drank the punch got drunk. Including Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and practically every demigod there.
"Percy, you're drunk." Annabeth said.
"A-and yur, uh ... I forget." Percy said in a slurred voice. He reached for another glass, but Annabeth slapped his hand away.
"Stop drinking the punch!"
"Annabeth, stup being so ... hey look over there. It's that guy! I love that guy!"
"Percy, you don't even know him."
"Styx, I don't? Ah, wish I did. Love dat guy. Hey, it's that other guy! I lo-"
"Percy! Focus." Annabeth realized how stupid that sounded seeing as: 1. He's got ADHD, 2. He's drunk, and most importantly 3. He's Percy. "Okay. Listen to me very carefully. You are drunk. And you don't know anybody here, except me. We are going to go home now, before you do something stupid."She said slowly.
Percy just stared at her for a moment, like she was speaking a foreign language. Then he smiled a crooked grin."Okay. Home-time. Ho-hu-ho home time." He sang.
"Come on Seaweed Brain. Let's go."
Percy nodded,"Okay ... Oo, wait, I have to go- uh, to the little buys room."
Annabeth sighed. "Fine, but don't take a long time, I'll be waiting right outside."
After several minutes of Percy discovering things in the bathroom, he finally stumbled out, toilet paper tucked into the lapel of his black suit jacket. His tie on the other hand was nowhere to be found. "Percy, what happened to your tie?" Annabeth asked some what exhausted.
"It's w-with my shoe." He answered simply.
Annabeth looked down to see that one of Percy's shoes was missing too. Her hand went to her forehead. "Gods, Seaweed Brain what did you do?"
"Uh, I-"
"Don't answer that. Just go get your clothes and let's get out of here."
"Kaaaay."
Percy later came out with his tie, a full roll of toilet paper, his shoe, and a sock. Annabeth looked down to see he already had a sock on the foot without a shoe, which meant he must've taken off both shoes, took off one sock, put a shoe back on, but then forget to put on the other. "Okay, let's just go."
Annabeth had to help Percy walk, because it was like the walls were pulling him in every direction. Once they got out to the car, Percy tried to get in the driver's side. "Oh no. No way. You are not driving while you're drunk."
"I wunna keep yoo safe, Annab-beth."
"I repeat, you are NOT driving. Give me your keys."
"No, I wunna keep ya safe. I'm gonna drive. Heh heh, you're not getting deese." Percy taunted, dangling the keys in her face.
"Percy look, it's that guy." Annabeth said blandly, pointing in a random direction.
"Whaz up that guy?" Percy yelled in the opposite direction Annabeth had pointed. Annabeth grabbed the keys while he was distracted. Annabeth pushed past him easily, and he fell down.
"Percy are you okay?"
Percy sat up, then looked at his empty hands, and said in a sad voice, "Where'd de keys go? I miss de keys."
"Uh, I think they're in the passenger seat. Why don't you go look?"
Percy gasped, "That has gotta be the most brilliant idea I have eva heard eva."
"What?"
"Uh...I forget...oo, wait, passenger seat." He said in his slurred voice. He stood up on his wobbly legs, and made his way over to the other side of the car.
On the way home, Percy kept trying stick his head out the window, like a dog. "Percy stop that."
"Annabuth, can I tell yoo something?" Percy said, pulling his head back in.
"Sure, go ahead." She said, not really paying much attention to his drunk-talk.
"I lied." Percy looked and sounded pained.
"What?"
"I-I lied. I lied 'bout being upset."
Annabeth softened. "I know. What's wrong?"
"I-" Percy started to say something, but he suddenly got nauseous. "A-Annabeth. I don't feel g-good." Percy's face had turned a sickly green. Annabeth realized that he wasn't trying to act like a dog, he was trying to puke out the side of the car.
"Percy, we're in the middle of traffic! You can't-" *Blech*
Percy barfed on somebody's brand new Audi R8 V10.
They could hear an angry moan coming from inside. Just then a very angry and very big man stepped out. There wasn't a spot of exposed skin that didn't have an evil looking tattoo on it. His head was shaved, probably so he could fit more tattoos on his 6 foot, overly mucled body. The man wore a gas station uniform with the sleeves ripped off, and a name tag that read: Wendell. But, of course, the dyslexia stopped them from reading that.
Annabeth's eyes widened and she pulled Percy, by his collar, back into the truck. Wendell roared in fury. "HEY! THAT'S MY CAR, YOU LITTLE PUNK! GET THE **** OUT HERE! COME ON! WHY DON'T YOU BRING YOUR ******** GIRLFRIEND OUT HERE TOO?"
Percy growled, and his hand went for the door handle, but Annabeth grabbed his shoulder. "Percy no. Don't do this. He's going to kill you. It's not worth it."
"No, I-I-uh-I'm gonna protect yoo." Percy said in his slurred voice. He got out of the car. "Oo, wait." He took off his jacket leaving him with his light green (almost white) collared shirt. "Okay, go."
Wendell cracked him knuckles. "I'm gonna enjoy this, punk."
"Bring it un, Mut Head." (Supposed to be meat head)
Percy was already wobbling, so it was easy to knock him down. Wendell had punched him right in the face, but after that awesome bath in that awesomeriver, he didn't feel it. Percy landed on the pavement flat on his back. Annabeth reached for her knife. She was going to go help Percy, but then Percy got mad. Very mad. His eyelids flung open, and his pupils narrowed. (By now, you should see a trend) With his arms, he easily jumped up and kicked Wendell in the er, coconuts. Wendell fell to the ground, winching in pain. "Aaahhrrrrrrrr... little PUNK ..."
But Percy wasn't done yet. Percy punched Wendell in the teeth, and he lost a filling. Wendell winched from the punch but quickly shook it off. He got up again to make a swing at Percy, but Percy dodged it and swiftly took Wendell's head, and slammed it on his knee. Wendell fell to the ground, but Percy kept going at him, like an animal. Percy stomped on his head, and raised his hand in the air, to summon water. Manhole Covers flew off, releasing about six million tons of sewer water, which was heading straight for Wendell.
Annabeth's eyes couldn't get wider and her jaw couldn't drop farther. "Percy ... what are you doing?" She scrambled out of the car, and rushed over to stop her beloved Seaweed Brain from killing an innocent man. (Well, mostly innocent) She pulled his shoulder, "Percy, stop!"
He looked back with cold eyes, but then he realized who he was looking at. Annabeth. His best friend. His girlfriend. The girl he loved. He grabbed his head, because it was like something was trying to take over. It looked to Annabeth like he was fighting with himself, which he was. His body kept jerking in different directions. His eyes were going crazy, his pupils kept growing and shrinking, and his iris's were bubbling. He stumbled back and fell to his knees. The water crept back into the sewers. "Oh my Gods, Percy!" Annabeth ran to his side just in time to catch him as he fell to he ground, becomeing unconceince.
Tears formed in Annabeth's eyes. She realized that she couldn't take him to the doctor because the mortal doctor couldn't tell what was wrong with his powers, because most mortals had no idea there were demigods. In fact, he would probably just get reported to the police for picking a fight with poor, innocent Wendell. Plus him being drunk didn't help. Maybe that was it. She thought that maybe it was the alcohol that messed up his powers. But ... it didn't happen last time. She decided that she would just take him back to the apartment, she would let him rest and see if that helped.
She grabbed his jacket, and dragged him into the car, leaving Wendell crying on the side of the street. On the way home, Annabeth remembered what Percy had said. He had admitted he was upset. That was a start. She would interrogate him when he was feeling a little better.
When Percy finally woke up, his hangover got the best of him. It felt like his brain was loose, and every time he moved, it rattled around inside his skull. He felt nauseous and starving all at once. And any light burned his eyes like lava. Everything was a haze and everything ached from that episode he had.
When he first opened his heavy eyelids, he saw a blurry Annabeth sitting on the end of his bed. She wasn't paying attention to him, she was looking out the window, like she wanted to be there when he got up, but got distracted. "Good morning Wise Girl."
She looked over to him, somewhat startled. "It's not morning. It's three in the afternoon, you slept through a full day of school. I didn't wanna wake after last night, so I told the teachers you were sick. I just got home. How are you feeling?"
"Like I came out of the Styx. But other than that, I'm good." Percy got out of bed (With a lot of pain) and asked, "Do you need anything?"
Annabeth laughed a little. "Unbelievable. Even with a hangover you're trying to please other people. You're staying in bed, and I'm getting you what you need."
Percy flopped back down. "Thank Gods you're you."
Annabeth shook her head as she left. "Such a Seaweed Brain."
She later came back with some aspirin, some toast, and some ginger ale. "I read online that this stuff is good when you're hungover." She handed him the food and he inhaled it pretty fast. "Chew then swallow, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth giggled. "Percy? About last night, how much do you remember?"
Percy swallowed then thought hard for a moment. "I remember we were at the dance, then ... then all I can remember is you looking terrified, in like, the middle of the street ... and there was water, and ... and that's pretty much it."
Annabeth decided it was time to see what made him upset. "Percy, last night you admitted something to me."
Percy swallowed hard. "Uh, how much did you hear?"
"Enough to know what's bothering you." Annabeth lied. "Tell me again so I know it wasn't just drunk-talk."
"Well, I ... I'm scared." (Again, sorry about the screwy italics. I couldn't fix it without erasing half of it)
Her stormy grey eyes pierced him. "Tell me."
He looked deep into her eyes, then sighed. "... I-I'm scared that when you leave for England ... well, you know."
"Why would you be scared of that?"
"'Cause, when you're there, I'm gonna be lonely."Percy explained sadly.
Annabeth threw her arms around him. "It'll be okay. Every thing's gonna be okay." She whispered comfortingly.
"And ... and I'm also worried that ... you'll find another guy. One who actually knows architecture." Percy continued.
Annabeth pulled away and looked him strangely. "Why would you think I would cheat on you?"
"Well, there's plenty of guys in England, especially at an architecture school, that would be way better than me for you."
Annabeth was getting a little upset. "What? Why don't you trust me?"
"It's not you I don't trust-"
"Yes it is. You're saying that I won't be able to handle myself. You're saying that I can't resistant temptation."
"No, Annabeth, it's not like that-"
"It's exactly like that! You don't trust me to be out on my own!"
"Annabeth-"
"And you don't even know how much this means to me!"
"But-"
"And how do I know you won't find some one else when I'm in England?"
"Annabeth, just let me talk!"
Annabeth crossed her arms, "Fine."
"For one thing, I love you, and would never even think to cheat on you! And another, like I was saying, I don't trust the other guys, not you! You're beautiful, smart, and incredible. Just to name a few. Any guy would kill for you. Trust me. And, if a guy there realizes that, he's gonna stop at nothing to be with you. I just don't want you to leave."
"Well, you should know I would never let that happen." Annabeth said coldly. "And if you don't have enough faith in me to let me go out on my own maybe ... maybe we should... I ... I-I've gotta go." Tears streamed down her face as she ran out of the room, to her study. (Which was later turned into a bedroom for Thalia)
"Annabeth!" The door slammed behind her.
Percy sat down on the bed and sighed. He put his head in his hands, and let his frustration and sorrow out in long wails. (I'm not sure if that's the right word for it. I think it' really more beteen that and groaning) He tried not to let the tears break through, he really did, but they stung his eyes, and leaked out anyway. Horrible thoughts clouded his head. That she would leave because he wasn't smart. Or she would leave because they fought about her leaving. Or, oh Gods, she would leave because she doesn't love him. His gasping sobs got louder.
Annabeth couldn't believe him. Percy didn't trust her, after all they went through. She had learned to trust him. It was hard. And not because Percy was dishonest, that couldn't be further from the truth. It was because every man in her life before that had hurt her, even her own father at one point. But she finally thought she had found something ... grounding. Something permanent. That was what she always wanted. And she thought everything was turning out perfect. But if he couldn't trust her, what kind of relationship could they have with her in England and him here in New York?
This was her dream. Studying architecture at one of the world's top school's for it was always a key part of her master plan ... but then again, so was Percy. He was everything she wanted in a guy, and she was in love with him. She wasn't sure if it was worth it; be a student at the University of Cambridge, and lose Percy. But ... this was what she had been working all her life for.
Go to England, possibly lose Percy. Stay in New York, and possibly miss her chance at her dream. She was stuck at a cross roads. And it was all because Percy was too insecure. All because he thought she was the kind of girl who went around with other guys when they already had a boyfriend. All because he didn't trust her. And now ... all because she couldn't trust him. If she was apparently untrustworthy, so was he. How was she supposed to know the Seaweed Brain wouldn't leave her? He was brave, funny, strong, and weather he knew it or not, smart ... she was starting to worry that he actually would.
There was no way in Hades that she gonna let him know she couldn't trust him again. She knew if she wanted to fix this, she'd have to be supportive. But she was still more mad than a wild Hell hound.
Percy and Annabeth weren't really talking to each other, which was pretty hard since they lived together, and not to mention shared a room. (Not a bed, a room. I mean like, two separate beds in one room. Remember, they're still only eighteen) It was hard for Percy because he hated treating her like that. It was hard for Annabeth because she felt the same way. But they both had a point to prove. The point being? They were angry and didn't want the other to neglect them. Which, after they cooled off enough to think straight, didn't make much sense to them.
Annabeth was reading in their room late at night. Percy innocently knocked on the door and called, "Uh, Annabeth? Can we talk?"
Annabeth put the book and went to the door. She reminded her self why she was mad in the first place. He doesn't trust me. He doesn't trust me. Annabeth slowly opened the door, then crossed her arms. "Alright." She said dryly. "Talk away."
Percy sighed. "Look, I'm sorry you took it the wrong way-"
"Took it the wrong way? Is that what you think this is? Everything's bad because I, 'took it the wrong way'?" (That last bit would be normal if I could get it)
Percy's eyes widened. "No! That's not what I meant!"
Annabeth shifted her weight impatiently. "Then what did you mean?"
"I meant, I must've said it wrong, 'cause I have a good reason to be worried."
Annabeth scowled. "Oh really? What's the reason? I can't be trusted? That's what you said before!"
"Ugh. Would you just let me talk?"Percy said exasperated.
"Oh, so you can tell me you have no faith in me to stay away from other guys?"
"No, Annabeth, stop putting words in my mouth!"
"I'M NOT! THIS IS WHAT YOU SAID BEFORE, YOU IDIOT!" That's how Percy could tell she was really mad. She didn't use his pet name.
"FINE! IF YOU'RE GONNA BE LIKE THAT, SO AM I! YOU SAID I'M TAKING THIS OUT OF PROPORTION, BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHOSE OBSESSING ON EVERY-LITTLE-MISTAKE I MAKE! IF I SAY SOMETHING THE WRONG WAY- UH OH, IT'S A NATIONAL OFFENSE! AND DID YOU THINK-"
"PERCY!"
"MAYBE YOU WERE RIGHT BEFORE, I DON'T HAVE A REASON TO BE UPSET! YOU'RE NEVER AROUND ANYWAY!"
"THAT'S BECAUSE I'M UP ON OLYMPUS-"
"OH, I KNOW. THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME, ANNABETH! YOU NEVER THINK ABOUT WHAT I WANT, IT'S ALWAYS YOU AND YOUR ARCHITECTURE!"
Tears welled up in both of their eyes. "YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME!"
"I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU? YOUR THE ONE WHO WOULDN'T EVEN LET ME FINISH A GODS **** SENTENCE!"
"PERCY, JUST ... SHUT UP!"
"ARGH! YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE!"
"AND YOU'RE INSUFFERABLE!" Annabeth shouted back. She went over to Percy's bed and grabbed his sheets and a pillow. She threw them at his face, and yelled, "YOU'RE SLEEPING ON THE COACH TONIGHT!"
That caught Percy off guard, and made him calm down a little. "What! Why? We sleep in different beds, it wouldn't matter-"
"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU IN MY ROOM!" Annabeth yelled. With that, she slammed the door in Percy's face, and jumped to her bed to cry.
"Hey, it's my room too!" Percy growled. But he wasn't about to try to get his bed back. He had already done enough damage. And he wasn't exactly sure what he did. I obviously didn't say anything wrong, 'cause she didn't let me say anything at all! He thought bitterly while setting up his bed for the night.
It was officail. They weren't talking to each other, AGAIN. They would only ignore each other, or give the occasional death glare. But other than that, Percy and Annabeth would completely tune out the each other. And it went on like this for weeks. Until finally, three weeks before school ended, they realized they would have to talk to each other. Grad was coming up.
This time, Annabeth came up to Percy to talk. He was watching some show on ... the Discovery Channel. That didn't make sense. Percy never watched that channel unless Annabeth had the remote. And that wasn't the weirdest part. It was a show about famous architecture. Percy would never ever watch something like that. When Annabeth talked about architecture, she just assumed he tuned it out. But here he was. Watching this show. Annabeth was amazed, so much so, that she almost missed it when Percy said, "You know, you would of done a better job with that thing."
He was talking about the Parthenon that was now on TV. When he said it, he was stiff, but he said it in a calm and somehow frail voice. Annbeth didn't even know he knew she was in the room until then. Percy went on, not turning from the TV, saying, "I bet in like, a billion years, it'll crumble. But if you did it, it would last an eternity."
Annabeth normally would have smiled at this, but under the circumstances, she didn't. "Listen, Percy? We need to talk. And this time, I'll actually try to listen."
Percy stayed stiff for a moment, as if considering this, but then said, "No."
"What? Why?"
"Because I've realized something. I tried opening up to you, and you just over analyzed it, and made everything my fault. If I try to explain anymore, I'll probably say something stupid and hurt you, agian. I don't wanna hurt you. Even a complete moron like me can see the logic in not talking about it with you."
"Percy, if we don't talk about it, it's not gonna get any better. And you're not a complete moron."
"Everyone says I am." Percy muttered. That was when Annabeth realized the extent of his insecurity. All those times they were joking around, somewhere in Percy's mind, he excepted it as fact. He really belived he was an idiot. That he couldn't do anything right. (I read this in that Demigods and Monsters book, where authors I've never heard of analyze the books) Annabeth thought it might have something to do with low self esteem from getting pushed around by bullies at his multiple schools.
"Well, you're not, okay? And if you're not going to talk, just listen. Us fighting like this is tearing me apart. I'm not gonna get into whatever trust issues we might have, but I'm stuck in the middle here Percy. You know how much I want this, and how hard I've been working to get it. But if it's just gonna tear us apart, I don't think it's worth it. I love you, you know that. But I really don't know what to do here. Percy, please, just ... just help me." Her voice was pleading, and tears were forming in her eyes.
Percy still didn't turn back, but he said, "Go. You have to go, weather I'm scared or not. I'm not gonna let you throw away your future like that, just because of me."
"Then why are you making it so hard? You didn't care when I was across the country in California."
Percy got up turned to her, "I did care, and I was worried. It was just ... I didn't know you that well yet."
"But you do now, and you should know I can take care of myself."
"Granted, but what I meant was I didn't know you enough to fall in love with you. Now that I am, well, maybe I'm being overprotective. I just want you to be safe and happy, okay? I don't want some jerk bothering you."
"I know. But I can take care of myself, and you know that. Trust me, everything'll be fine." Annabeth said, wrapping her arms around him.
"I know."
"And you also know that when I get back, we'll never have to separate again, right?"
Percy smiled. "Yeah. Yeah I know."
"So don't worry."
"I'm your boyfriend now. It's my job to worry about you."
"Not like this Seaweed Brain. Anyway, I'm going out. Remember, DON'T worry." She said walking out the door.
Percy was content. Well, he kept telling himself he was. Why couldn't he get over this? It was Annabeth, after all. She could handle anything, and he knew that. But then ... why was he still worried? Something still tugged at the back of his mind saying, 'Don't let her go. When she leaves for England, she'll leave you. Protect her. Don't let her get hurt.' He told that part of his mind to shut up, but it wouldn't. It was his greatest fear. Losing a loved one. He told himself it was just for four years. Then he realized it was for four whole years! He couldn't be without Annabeth for four years. And he definetly couldn't be worrying like this for four years. He couldn't just let her leave now. Now, he was on a mission. Stop Annabeth from leaving. Another part of his mind reminded him that it was her dream, but he fought back saying that he had to protect her no matter what the cost. He would find a way to stop her. Any way.
Over the coarse of the next week, Percy and Annabeth fought more and forgave more. It kept coming up because Percy wouldn't let it go. He wouldn't let her go.
FINALLY, I AM FINISHED! I've gotten so frustrated with this thing. Kay, since it's a flash back, I put it in italics. But for some reason, it kept screwing up in weird ways. I finally just gave up and let the chapter be all screwed up. I think because the next chapter isn't fully in italics, less problems will occur. Anyway, some of you may be wondering, 'Gee SMKears, I sure as heck don't see how that second attack Percy had in chapter 6 was "way worse" than the one he had in this chapter. I mean gee whilikers! He tried to stomp Wendell's head in!' Well I can actually explain that. You see, in this first one, when Percy saw Annabeth, he snapped out of it. But in chapter six, he didn't hesitate when Nico and Annabeth were right in front of him. In fact, the only thing that stopped him was that the birds were already dead by the time he got there. The difference? Control. It's taking him over more and more. Same with Thalia and Nico. Tyson on the other hand is more monster than human, (but we still love him!) so it doesn't affect him. Look, I know it's confusing, but it will all make sense later. Trust me. Well, you know, as much as you can trust some one that doesn't know what the heck they're doing most of the time.
P.S. Italics... :(