Okay so bad news, my internet has gone out completely. Right now, I'm actually sitting at a Denny's just to publish this chapter. I can't guarentee that it will be every week or every few days. My brother thinks that someone dropped the internet box and that's why the power button is blinking and the connection only lasts for about two minutes. Idk _ but yeah it's pretty much gone completely.

Disclaimer: I don't own Homestuck or Percy Jackson.

So without further ado, the second part of the story.

The taxi came to a screeching halt outside John's apartment building, causing John to lurch forward because of it. He slid out of the taxi as Gamzee paid the driver. He felt a bit wobbly but he wasn't given time to stand around as Gamzee grabbed his hand and pulled him along. The two thirteen year olds ascended the stairs quickly and into John's apartment. The door banged against the wall causing everyone that was in the apartment to look towards them.

"Dad I'm home." John uttered out of habit.

"Mr. Egbert," Gamzee started but was interrupted by Gayla.

"So rude, can't you see he's servicing my friends and I." She stated with a snobby tone. She flicked her hand towards the kitchen where Dad was, still cooking. Hell, John would wager she had him cooking all day, fat slob.

"Shut up Gayla." John snapped, his nerves running on high as the fat woman stood and made to repeat the actions of this morning. The bucktoothed teen flinched as she raised her arm but the hit never came. Instead he opened his eyes to Gayla on the floor holding her abdomen; the three biddies sitting at the table all had shocked expressions.

"You're not gonna touch my bro, heifer." Gamzee stated. John looked from Gayla to his friend lowering his leg; did the clown just kick his Step-mom? Not that he was complaining about this development. It's just he always thought that there was something wrong with Gamzees legs with the way he walked all the time. "Mr. Egbert, John needs to go now."

As soon as those words left the painted lips of clown, his attentions were drawn to the shattering of a glass plate; never in his thirteen years did he think he would see his Dad drop a plate of surgery confections. The fedora wearing man yanked his oven mitts and apron off, tossing them away he strode over to the door, grabbing a set of keys off a hook near the door.

"Garage." His Dad said with urgency. Gamzee pushed John back towards and out the door. They decesnded the stairs and into the garage beneath. His Dad made a bee line for a black mustang, John instantly reconized it. This poor vehicale sadly belonged to the whale.

"John, get in the car!" Gamzee called as he slid into the backseat.

"N..NO!" he snapped stubbornly. "Not until someone explains what the ever loving fuck is going on!"

"John, I will explain everything but right now you need to get in the car. You're not safe here anymore." His Dad pleaded with him. John puffed out his cheeks and stiffly moved his legs to the passenger door and slid in, slamming the door for good measure. The older man jammed the key into the ignition, letting the engine roar to life. "Seatbelts." Was all that his Dad uttered as he sped out of the garage and onto the road.

John had always known his Dad to be a cautious driver but today, his Dad was weaving in and out of traffic, taking lights when they were yellow. He wasn't stopping for anything. It was only as they crossed the city limits that he even started driving like a sane person.

"Where do I even begin…" His Dad whispered gripping the wheel even tighter.

"Anywhere would be nice! Although this explanation better involve giving me a fucking good reason as to why I was attacked by a six foot tall flying chicken!" He turned in his seat to look at his friend in the backseat.

"Harpy." Gamzee stated giving out the correct term to what attacked John.

"…." His Dad bit his lip and stared out intently at the road. "This…. Everything started with you Mother, John…"

The dark haired boy wasn't expecting that. "My mom…?"

"This is going to be a long story son…." His Dad sighed as if he was ready to finally get this all off his shoulders. "It all started when I was visiting family down in California."

"So my mom didn't want me?" He asked with a slightly bitter tone. He was feeling very betrayed right now. He was told his mom had gone away, what he thought that meant was that she'd died. And the fact that he'd been attacked by a harpy didn't even faze his Dad in the slightest. What else was his old man keeping from him?

"No, my boy, no. You're Mom loved you. She wanted to stay…" He said reassuringly. "If circumstances were different, she would have stayed with us. But… things happened that others thought weren't right for someone of her… status. She really wasn't given a choice, she had to leave."

"Yeah… right…" He muttered turning his back to his Dad to stare out the window. "What about this camp?"

"…" The older man looked over at his son with sad eyes. "I wanted to keep you from all this, John. Your Mom wanted me to send you to the camp sooner, but I was stubborn and didn't want to agree with her. That you'd be safer there, so stupid was I…"

"Look out!" Gamzee shouted pointing to the flying car that had been flung in their way. John held onto the seat as his Dad tried to swerve to avoid it but another car came crashing down in front of them, causing them to flip over it and land upside down.

"J..John… ow… are you okay?" His Dad groaned as he put a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Ugh…. I'm just peachy Dad." He replied with sarcasm. "Nothing like getting into a car wreck to brighten my already fucked up day."

"Gamzee are you-" John turned asked before he smelled gas. "Oh shit."

"Get out of the car motherfuckers." Gamzee snapped as he unbuckled his seat.

"It's jammed!" His Dad exclaimed jerking on the door handle. John tried his door but it was jammed as well. He looked towards the backseat slowly when he heard the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down.

"Whoa whoa! Why are you taking your pants off?!" He exclaimed watching his friend pull off his baggy jeans to reveal something even stranger. "You're half sheep?!"

"I'm half sea goat." He replied as he kicked the back window out. "This way, come on. And watch out for the fucking glass." Gamzee snapped as he crawled out.

John unbuckled his seat belt and fell down to the roof. His Dad was pushing down on the buckle but it appeared to be jammed. John righted himself as best he could and added more pressure to the button and only then did it give way. The older man fell with a thud to the roof.

"Hurry up!" Gamzee shouted from outside the car. The two Egberts crawled towards the back window, the older one making John go first.

"Ouch." John winced as his shards dug into his skin, even though he tried to avoid them. It mostly happened because of the haste to get away from the still leaking car. The trio made a mad sprint away from the car before a barely audible psszztt sounded, not a moment later the car exploded. The force of the blast had thrown them forward. John wound up in the ditch next to the road.

"Ughhh….." John groaned, looking up at the sky. For a second he wasn't able to hear or register that his Dad was calling and shaking him.

"John. John!"

"I…. oww…." He shook his head before giving a nod that said he was okay. Gamzee and his Dad pulled him to his feet where he nearly went back down from wobbly knees.

"The camps just through there." Gamzee stated pointing to the woods.

"….I'm…. oh what the hell is that…?" John asked wondering if he was seeing things. But no, he wasn't the cow that was flung towards them proved that as it came crashing just a few feet from him.

"Oh gods!" His Dad's face seemed to pale considerably as a large, bovine thundered over the hill with a mooing roar. John let out a small grunt that just meant that he was so done right now.

"Run, motherfuckers, run." Gamzee said sprinting towards the woods, his goat legs seemed to carry him like he was running on air, finned tail swaying behind him. John and his Dad followed after, through bushes and trees before they came to a small open area. The bucktooth boy looked up as they ran towards an archway that read 'Camp Half-Blood.'

He followed Gamzee through the arch way before coming to a halt seeing as the other had. John turned around to see his Dad just… standing there. "Dad what are you doing? Come on!" He reached out and grabbed the older man's hand and tried to pull him. But, something was keeping his Dad from going forward.

"John just go." His Dad stated grunting as his son tried to pull him through the barrier.

"I'm not leaving-"

"Yes you are!" He snapped prying John's hand off his own.

"No, Dad come on!" John made to reach for his Dad's hand again only to have it be smacked away.

"I can't go in, I'm not like you!" He hung his head with a sad sigh. What happened in the next minute seemed to go by so slowly. He had seen the monster running towards his Dad, saw him be snatch up before squeezing the fedora wearing man like he were a box of juice. He wasn't even able to take a step forward when his Dad disappeared into mist.

"DAD!" He roared running back out from the archway.

"John! Click the trinket! Click it!" His friend shouted. John did so and let out a startled, HOLY SHIT, as the trinket grew five times its size.

More adrenaline pumped through his veins as he ran at the monster. The bull got on all fours and charged at him. At the last second, John jumped and pushed off its meaty head before it could smash into him and did a flip while swinging the hammer. Effectively causing the monster to smash into the ground from the blow. How he did that he didn't know but he wasn't given much time to ponder as the beast was getting back up. It swung it's meaty arms, backhanding him into a tree, his weapon was knocked out his hand and went skidding off somewhere.

John groaned before his eyes went wide as saucers, he quickly rolled to the left to avoid being impailed. His role landed him on his feet as he took in the sight before him. The creature had gotten it's horn stuck in the thick trunk of the tree, it roared with anger.

John looked to where the hammer had fallen. It was a good ways away from the fight. The monster grunted and pulled, twisting its head it broke off its horn with a pained roar. It stumbled back and fell onto its fat ass. John made the decision to try and pull out the horn, much to the dismay of his shouting friend.

"John! Look out!" Gamzee shouted as the creature got back to its feet. The bull shook its head before zoning in on its target once more. It snorted and got on all fours again before charging. John ignored the pain in his palms before pulling with all his might. The horn slipped free just in time for John to turn around ducking a meaty arm before jamming the sharp object under the ripcage of the beast. It squealed and roared before falling over with a last rattling moo.

John looked towards his friend who was just now coming out of the archway. He felt extremely light headed, he put a hand to his sweat drenched face. "I… I don't feel so good…." The world seemed to turn sideways and vanish as he fell over. Gamzee dashed over to his friend just in time to catch him as the adrenaline finally wore off.

John was out cold, hoping that this all was a dream.

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