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HAPPY NEW YEAR! Hope everyone has a fantastic 2012!
Hey everybody! I'm so sorry that I'm late on updating. I got caught up in a bunch of other stuff and just forgot to make the new chapter. I made this chapter a little longer to make up for it.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorite, and subscribed to this story, it's great to know that you guys are enjoying it.
I guess it's about time to start the story. The only thing left is to give the disclaimer. I don't own PJO.
Chapter 2-
Ms. Kerr led the second period pre-algebra class to Yancy Academy's large auditorium. It was a big room that rarely used. The seats were blood red and all the wood work was cherry. The velvet of the curtain was the same blood red as the seats. Today, there was a large projection screen pulled down across the stage so that it looked like we were in a movie theater.
Ms. Kerr lead our class to the middle section were the twelve years olds were. From there, we were told to sit base on our age. This was how Yancy Academy always organized its students. I went and sat between Janet Morgan (August 16) and Jordan Pick (August 21).
Once everyone was seated, the lights dimmed and the projector turned on. It showed the court yard at Mt. Othrys. The Titans were all seated in a semicircle. The only empty throne was Lord Kronos's. I could also see General Castellen standing off to the side, just barely in the picture. He was wearing the standard purple and black military uniform.
A bright light began to appear in the middle of the picture, the knowingly turned away. Lord Kronos always flashed into his public speeches. It was a way for him to show power to people of Titania. It had cause a few deaths over years, though, some people just didn't turn away quick enough.
When I looked back the screen, Kronos was standing in the middle, his gold eye glowing with power. He was in full, gold, body armor. The only thing missing was his helmet. He just stood there for a moment, glaring out at the audience.
"People of Titania," Kronos started, "Last week, there was a booming at the Greco-Rome museum in New York. This incident is believed to have been caused by five rogue demigods." At this the crowd began to mutter, "However, their attempt to knock us was futile. We were not hurt in anyway. The demigods were seen by multiple witnesses. Are top soldiers were able to identify them."
At this, General Castellen walked to the center of the stage and began, "All Titanians are asked to keep watch for each of the following figures. If any are seen, imminently report the sighting to the nearest solider. First up is Silena Beauregard." A picture of the overly pretty girl with blue eyes and brown hair appeared on the screen. "She is a daughter of the seductress, Aphrodite. Then we have Connor and Travis Stoll," A picture appeared of the two boys that looked like twins, "Sons of Hermes. There was also Clarisse La Rou, daughter of Ares," Que picture of the buff girl, "And Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena." His voice crack when he said Annabeth. On the screen was a picture of the blonde girl.
After he said all of this, he once again walked off stage. The camera once a again focused on Kronos. He began to talk about how everyone would be required to take a mandatory blood test, in order to find all capture all of the demigods.
The auditorium was quiet as everyone took in the new information. I wasn't worried about the blood test, I wasn't a demigod. However, part of me couldn't help but think, about the statement I gave after the explosion at the museum.
All of the Yancy students were brought to a military base to give their account of what happened. I was interviewed by a younger solider name Chris Rodrigues. He started off asking me about what happened that day. I told him about everything that happened. I couldn't help but notice him flinch when I mentioned the buff girl, Clarisse.
I told the truth, until I got to the part where Hayden recognized the people. There I hesitated. Hayden was my best friend. I didn't want to have him get in trouble, so I lied. I said that he had been standing near the building when it exploded, when it happened, he had run away as fast as he could, because he was afraid.
So far, it seemed that the army hadn't realized that I lied, but know that if they did, I would be locked up, or moved to the Intactilis class and sold into slavery.
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A week after Kronos's speech, the soldiers arrived at Yancy Academy. The student body was brought into the gym and told to sit based on our age. Once again I was in between Janet and Jordan. The soldiers began to call the younger students back into Coach Meres office. They were doing the blood tests in there.
After about an hour of waiting, Janet had been complaining about how stupid it was that we had to miss class for a blood test. "I mean seriously, we're part of the Lacertus class. Why would one of those half-breeds be here?"
After that comment Jordan looked up. "Who cares about the chances of one being here?" he said. "I just want to make sure that there all locked up. I don't want to be anywhere near those bastard freaks."
It was another hour before I was called into the office. There were two soldiers inside, one was short with white blonde hair, and the other was taller with beach blonde hair. Both were wearing the standard uniform.
Shorty, started off by asking me question to fill out a form. The tall one began to get the things ready for my blood test. After the form was completed, shorty had me sign my name.
After that, tall dude began to rub that disinfectant stuff on my upper arm. He then to the needle and pushed it into my arm. A feeling of dread overcame me as I watched my blood flew up into the glass.
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The soldiers left the next day at breakfast. The loaded all of the blood samples into a sleek black car before telling Mr. Williams, the schools headmaster, that the results would be in sometime next week.
After they were gone, thing began to get back to normal. At lunch, Ms. Hinton passed out the mail. My mom usually sent me a box of homemade blue cookies every week. Sometimes I also got some other blue foods.
A few years ago my mom and my stepfather had gotten into a fight about whether or not there such thing as blue food. Since then, almost everything we ate was blue. It was one of the many ways that so showed her independent from Gabe.
Gabe Ugliano was my step father. My mom had married him right before the Titans took control. It's thanks to him that my mom and I ended up in the Lacertus class. If Kronos wasn't a sexist pig, we would have been a lot lower on the scale. Though, for the life of me, I could never understand what my mom saw in him. He was fatter than a walrus with a balding head and beady eyes. The worst part however, was the smell. You could smell Gabe from a mile away, it's worse than Staten Island. He didn't even have a redeeming personality. Gabe was a sexist, racist pig that treated my mother like a slave.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Ms. Hinton handing me a box with a letter attached. I ignored the letter and opened the box to devour the cookies.
After eating half the box, I remembered the card. I opened it up to see my mom's neat penmanship.
Percy,
I will be coming to Yancy in a few days to pick you up. Have your things packed. I can't explain everything right now. Make sure you're ready to leave as soon as I get there.
Love Always,
Mom
As I set down the note, two emotions seemed to rack my body. I was excited. For the first time since Christmas I was going to see my mom. However, I was also confused. Why was she picking me up now? What else did she have to tell me?
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I tried not to think about the confusing questions the note had brought on. Instead, I thought about how excited I was for her to come; my bags had been packed for almost five days now. During third period, I was called into Mr. Williams's office.
Mr. Williams was an old bloke with a balding head and brown eyes. The left side of his face seemed droop because of all the strokes he's had over the last few years. He always wore a freshly pressed, grey suit with a boring tie.
I walked in and saw my mother sitting there. I have always believed that my mother, Sally Jackson, was the most amazing person in the world. She has the worst luck, but she always manages to get through with smile on her face.
However, when she looked up at me, I could tell her smile was fake; her eyes were rot with worry. Mr. Williams nodded his head towards the empty seat next to her before continuing, "I'm sorry, miss, I have strict orders to not let any student leave the premise."
My mom took a deep breath before replying, "Of course, do you know when he would be allowed to leave?"
"The message I got said the soldiers would be arriving sometime today. After they leave, you should be able to check him out," he said. "Might I ask why you need to pick, Perseus here, up?"
My mom hesitated a second before saying, "My sister, his aunt, fell sick last week. The doctor doesn't think she has much time left."
I tried to keep my face strait, but it was hard with the confusion I was feeling. I don't have an aunt. My mom was an only child. Why would she lie?
"My condolences," Mr. Williams replied.
My mom gave him a grateful smile before saying, "Well, Percy, I suppose we should go get you packed. With all hope we will be out of here soon." She then grabbed my arm, and led me away.
Once we out of earshot she turned towards me and said, "You're all packed, right?" I nodded. "Good. Let's go grab your stuff and we can sneak out the back way. I'll explain everything later."
I wanted to argue, but the look in my mom's eye told me not to.
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Chapter two is done! What did you guys think? Was it too obvious about what was going to happen? What do you think will be happen next?
On another note, I am thinking about making this story into a trilogy. Would you guys rather have one long story with three parts or have it spilt up into three stories?
~ELM
P.S. I will try to update within the next week, but I might get a little caught up studying for finals. However, if I haven't updated within two week, feel free to flame me about my procrastination.