This one is confusing, and I personally don't like it, but my friend bugged me to put it on here. So, here you go!
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. *shrug* Rick is better off with it than I would be.
Sorry!
Travis and Connor Stoll were as good as dead.
As they ran for their demi-godly lives, they were both thinking, 'This was a really stupid idea.' The rest of their cabin was close on their heels, running as fast as they could.
Who were they running from? One very irritated mortal, two very furious demigoddesses, three very deadly gods, and four very angry demigods.
Yup. They were screwed. Connor voiced that thought to his brother, who only nodded in agreement.
Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Thalia, Leo, and Nico glared at Travis. Travis thought that he could feel his back burning, when he realized that his shirt was smoking. From fire. Because of a very pissed off Leo Valdez.
Shocks went up and down his spine. Thalia and Jason. And then, as the final insult, a wave of water came crashing down on them, with skeletons surfboarding over their heads. Engineered by Annabeth, no doubt.
And standing to the side? Rachel Elizabeth Dare, or as they oh-so-fondly called her, Red.
They glowered at her. she glared at them, whipped out her bow, and loaded an arrow in the blink of an eye. Right. Oracle. Favored one of Apollo.
They surrounded the Stolls.
Finally, Travis blurted out, "I'm so sorry for rigging your beds so that they would transport you to the place you fear most! Nico, Thalia, how was I supposed to know that you guys would end up on the same bed in Aphrodite's palace while Aphrodite and Ares were doing you-know-what?"
Connor nodded fearfully. "Annabeth, Percy, I'm regretting gluing you together. Especially when Percy almost accidentally cut off my hand earlier."
Leo, Jason, and Rachel glared pointedly at them. "Fine!" Travis said. "Leo, Connor's sorry for making it so you wouldn't to work with metal for a day!"
Connor added, "And Travis is sorry for putting banners over your cave saying: Free Fortunetelling available!"
Travis wailed, "And we're both sorry for drawing a lightning bolt on your forehead—"
"And also for making that thing follow you screaming, 'Son of Jupiter! Son of Jupiter! Minor Planet!'"
Ares, Hades, and Artemis appeared out of nowhere. "And…" Artemis prompted.
"And we're sorry for sending Thalia and Nico to where Ares and Aphrodite were doing you-know-what!"
"Wait, didn't we already apologize for that?"
"It doesn't matter! Run!"
And so they ran, only slightly safer than before.
Hmph. I thought the ending there was choppy, but I don't know. Comments? Questions? Criticsm?
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