The world darkens. A beast arrives from the outer realms of the galaxy. Unable to be stopped, it slithers through the darkness creating chaos. The Gods have seen nothing like this before. This is their end. Set after TLO. Rated T because I can.
Author Note: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians (like everyone else on fanfiction). However, I do believe I have created a brand new, original idea. And like all great ideas, it came in the shower. So sit back and enjoy.
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Typical. The complete antonym to my poor, pathetic life. Sure, I may be the only one that can stop the next brute force that is trying to overturn the Gods, but that's foreshadowing of course.
My name is Jake. I'm about six foot with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm extremely muscular, but of course I lack any athletic talent. Oh yeah, I've never had a girlfriend. Go figure.
Now I know your thinking blah, blah, blah. This is just an average my name is Joe story and this is my poor pathetic life… blah, blah blah. But seriously, take a minute and relax. And if you still feel that way then by all means jump off the nearest cliff. Don't worry, I won't miss you. However, if you do feel like reading on then you have just become part of the end; the end of the Immortals.
So without further adieu, our story begins.
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My head hurts really bad, my vision is fuzzy, and I am completely exhausted. Why? It's the typical teenager excuse, oversleeping. Of course that would be fine if it had been a day earlier on Sunday instead of Monday! But stuff happens, and unfortunately for me it's always the worst thing.
So with six blocks to go and two minutes left until the bell rings; I'd officially declare myself late to school… again… lucky me.
Swimming in my river of doubt, I made it to school just in time for the janitor to make his rounds and lock all the doors.
"Great", I muttered as I considered my options and pounded my aggravated fist on the door.
Option 1: I go in the front door. Easy enough, except I have to make my way past old baldy, the guy with no life running the secretary desk. I mean for besides him being old and fat, he's got some of the best hawk eyes in the world. It's kind of creepy. Plus, I don't want him to phone home because "she" as in my mom, is having another one of her "episodes". And that's the kind of stuff I really don't want to get into explaining right now. So I guess that option is out.
Option 2: I beat the janitor to the side door. But then again he's probably already made it all the way around.
Option 3: I continue to consider finding a way in, or…
Option 4: I cut my losses, ditch my backpack underneath the poorly cut bushes out front, and use my lunch money to go see a movie or something. I guess I'm going with Option 4.
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You know how I tell you everything goes wrong in my life? Well it does because I found out I left my money had home, which means I've got no reason to ditch school.
I laid down behind the bushes and scoped the area like a sniper in a war. Squinting at the building, I heard a rattle toward my right in the bushes.
"Oh what is it now", I grumbled turning, "It better not be…"
My eyes connected directly with a timber rattler which was curled up about fifteen feet away from me.
"Snake!", I screamed in a pitch I never knew my voice could reach as I back up as quickly as I could.
Here's a little fast fact about me and snakes…. We don't get along. As simple as it seems it's true. I know your thinking… Duh!?! Who likes snakes in the first place? But I seriously have had problems with them.
Still don't believe me? Picture this…
You're on a class field trip in kindergarten to your local zoo. You're having the time of your life there. You're laughing at the giraffes, your amazed by the zebras, and your being crapped and peed on by the goats in the petting zoo (which is always fun.)
You're just about ready to go when your teacher says the last place you're going is the reptile house. Everyone else is excited while you're busy trying to cover up the fact that you just peed yourself and now the smell has just blended with the goat pee in your socks. Wonderful.
You enter the reptile house and instantly your face is hit with the warm moist climate that they use to keep everything alive with. Everyone else of course is running around pointing and gasping at the turtles, iguanas, alligator, and geckos while you are standing there trembling with your pants soaked, staring at the snakes. That's one thing I never understood; if everyone hates them then take them out! But there's always one crazy person out there that forces everyone else like me to look at our phobias.
Anyways, I was standing there watching a zookeeper clean out the snake cage. And yes, it happens to be a poisonous snake. Well one guy is supposed to clean the cage while another zookeeper keeps the snakes back and the one guy who is "supposed" to keep them back is too busy starring at some hot girl outside the cage near me. And as I said before, my luck isn't the best. So of course a snake happens to slither out unnoticed (don't ask me how) and as if my luck wasn't bad enough, it managed to slip out into the main viewing able going where else? Toward me.
If I was normal I would have run screaming bloody murder like everyone else in the reptile house. But of course being a frightened little six year old, I stood there and peed myself again as the snake got closer. I don't know what it is with me and Death but it always seems like Death is waiting to claim me. So with only a few seconds left, I took the liberty of peeing on myself again (it's kind of repetitious.)
The snake hissed at me. And for some odd reason I hissed back. And it's not your average "I'm going to see how much spit comes out when I hiss", but an actual hiss, almost like the exact way the snake had hissed at me. I didn't have time to marvel at my self accomplishments because the snake decided to lunge. Don't ask me why it had this deadly intention of killing me, but it did. So naturally, I reached out as the snake was in mid-lunge and caught it with my hand. Yep, just like any normal six year old.
But the fun didn't stop there; as I handled the snake it began to squirm back and forth. Happily, I threw it sliding across the room. And of course my idiot self decided to run over it. With my hand outstretched, I stuck the snake in the side and it instantly went limp. Kicking it with my shoe, I found out it was dead. Amazed, I looked at my hand in time to see what seemed like fangs protruding from it before they slowly molded back into a normal soft six year old hand.
I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but there was nobody left. They had all ran out with the snake had first gotten loose. I wanted to run out and show my teacher what I had just done, but then it hit me that it wasn't normal for someone to kill a snake with their bare hand. So I've always kept that to myself.
Quietly crying to myself, I got up and walked toward the door. Stopping just before I exited, I wiped my tears from my eyes. Then, as my hand reached the door handle something slammed into me sending me rolling across the floor.
I looked around to see who had pushed me, but there was nobody else inside. Standing up, I brushed my pants off and went outside to be reunited with my group, who of course never realized I was gone.
So that's basically why snakes and I don't get along.
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I stood up from the bushes and walked back toward the school.
"Mondays", I muttered to myself, "What can you do about them?"
And as I said that my luck actually did a turn for the good. My first block teacher had just opened a window directly in front of me and had not bothered to look straight out to notice me. Turning her back, I heard her mumble something about going down to get copies of the worksheet we would be working on.
I watched her leave and then looked down at my watch. Twenty minutes, that's all I wasted. So before my luck could change, I bolted for the open window. Half climbing and half being hoisted by my belt loops, I made it in to class.
Walking casually over to my desk, I tossed my stuff aside.
"Mondays", I mumbled to myself as I sat down, "What can you do about them?"
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