Percy POV
I wondered what my friends were doing right now. Were they wondering where I went, like I was, or mourning my loss.
I heard one of the boys ask the crazy Hispanic man what caused the explosion. He said it was either full Gone Cranks, that meant nothing to me, or some of his buddies from the building that figured out we were going to leave the city without them. That was just great. We had two groups of psycos that were trying to kill us. And we were wandering through a city (if you could call it that) full of crazy people (if you could call them that).
"Well," Minho said. "You lead the way, shuck face. You're the only one who knows the way around the city."
Jorge nodded. "Yeah. For now though, we need to go and find some place to sleep." He told us. "We spent most of the day in the Underneath and night is not a good time to be romping around the city, Hermano."
Minho rolled his eyes. I thought sleep sounded pretty good right then, but I think I know what Minho was thinking. I just wanted to get out of the city and away from Jorge. But still I followed him into an alley.
Everyone spread out to lay down. I slept by the entrance to the alley, so I could escape if something happened. It looked like Minho had the same idea. It was very hard to fall asleep, with the snoring of the gladers and the faint insane laughs in the distance and the thought that I was trapped forever in this crazy stupid world. Eventually, I did though. When I did, I dreamed. It was the time where I got zapped here by Zeus.
Zeus rose out of his throne, towering high above us. His lightning bolt flickered with electricity, his face a look of rage. He yelled and pointed the lightning bolt I had just delivered at me. There was a crackling sound and a blinding light, and I wasn't there anymore. But I still was, or my dreaming self was still there. Annabeth screamed and grabbed the air where I had just been.
"Percy!" my name rung in my ears, screamed by my frantic friend. Grover just sat there and stared at the place where I had been. Posiden's fists were clenched so his knuckles were white. His face could petrify more people than Medusa. He stood up and pointed his trident at Zeus.
"Bring him back!" He yelled.
"That was his punishment. When he finishes there, he can come back." He told my father. Trembling, Posiden sat back down, barely containing his rage.
I was woken up by being jerked to my feet and slammed into the alley wall. I saw the same being done to Minho across the alley. The person holding me to the wall was the grossest human being I had ever laid my unfortunate eyes on. A sore oozing puss ran from the top of his forehead and ended on the bottom of his left cheek. Scratches were covering his balding head and his hairline was at the back of his head. His were some shade of purple and wild with insanity, but the creepiest part about his appearance was his nose. Or rather, the absence of his nose. His hand clamped down on my throat, cutting off all air supply immediately.
And then he took out a knife. Small but sharp, and covered in blood.
"Rose took my nose I suppose." He said in a voice that sounded wet and scratchy. "Get it? Rose. Took my nose. I suppose. It rhymes." He gurgled. I lifted up my hands and tried to pry his fingers from my throat, but to no avail. He was stronger than he looked. Gasping for breathe, I looked around. Minho was in the same position as I was, but he was being punched while also being strangled. The other Gladers were having a full out battle between the other cranks. And none of them had noses.
"I want a nose again," my crank continued. "You have a very pretty nose." He smiled a gruesome smile, With purple, bleeding gums and yellow, rotting teeth. Then he traced the small knife around my nose, in a circle. Black spots danced in front of my eyes, from lack of oxygen. He stuck the knife in the wall next to my head, did a weird gurgle laugh thing, then reared back his fist and punched my eye. More pain and more black spots. He did it three more times before I gave up struggling and hung limp. My lungs screamed for air while my brain tried to explain that they couldn't have any. The crank did the weird Gurgle laugh thing and got the knife out of the wall and started cutting into my face with it. And I screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Pain was all I felt. My lungs were on the brink of explosion, My brain had just given up and everything. But my nerves still seemed perfectly fine. I wanted to yell at the man that this wasn't how you got a new nose. Pain.
But then I heard my name, being screamed very loudly. At first, I thought it was Annabeth, but the voice was too deep, and she wasn't even here. I opened My eyes in time to see a dark figure fly into the crank and tackle him. the Crank shrieked and tried to kick the person off, but the person kept beating the crank, refusing to get off. I sank to the ground, gasping for breath and clutching my face. The spots still dancing across my vision and before I blacked out completely, I saw the person who had saved me was Minho. My hands fell from my face to the ground, covered in a gooey liquid, and then there was silence.
yay. If this is too violent for you, which it probably isn't because your on Fanfiction, then stop reading right now. And no reference to Doctor who on that last part. Lol. Whovians, you know what I'm talking about (Probably).