Chapter 4: OUCH!
Summary: Annabeth broke Percy's heart. The flock just broke Max's. When they get captured and meet up in the school what happens? Percy has wings in this story. Percy/Max Rated T for language
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Last time...
"At the river! Common!" He said taking off again, leaving me no choice for argument. I sprinted after him. We finally reached the river, and Percy was waiting for me smiling. Suddenly, the smile dropped of his face and he paled.
"What?" I asked. He shushed me, and tilted his head to the right. I was about to ask what it was, when I heard it too. A growling sound, one that sounded exactly like erasers.
Percy P.O.V.
My ears picked up the sound almost immediately. Because of my time in the wolf house, my hearing, eyesight, and smell improved.
"Max, get in the river!" I hissed. She raised her eyebrow but didn't question me. She stood in the rushing water that went up to about her waist. I pulled her under, and she yelped as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Once we were submerged, I made an air bubble around me and Max' body. She looked around in wonder.
"Holy. Shit." Then she glared at me and gave me a look that said, you better start explaining. Now. I held a finger up, because there were erasers right above us. Thankfully, she understood, and went quiet. I wonder how in the world they could have found us so fast. They can't pick up our scent, we were only on the ground for 5 minutes. I went even paler than I already was, because this option was not one I liked. I looked at Max's body heat, (a trick I learned in the wolf house) and saw one little square in her arm.
Great.
A tracker.
"This might hurt a little." I told her, looking into her eyes. She opened her mouth to ask what, but I closed my eyes and felt the familiar pull in my tug. I used water from the river to make a blade and (Warning! Not for small children!) cut open Max's arm, dig the tracker out, me trying to ignore her screams of pain. There was blood gushing out of her arm, whenI finally dug the tracker out. I crushed it into a million pieces with my fist, then set to work repairing her arm tissue with the water. She passed out shortly after I finished. (Bloddyish scene over!) Once she was healed, I went through the same (painful) procedure to get the tracer out of my arm. And crushed the chip again.
I floated the trackers downstream, away from us, and I heard an eraser howl and run in the direction I was pushing the chip. I staggered out of the water, drying us both off in the process.
I walked through the seemingly endless woods, tired and hungry. At last, after walking what seemed like miles, I found an old abandoned barn. I pushed the door open and laid down on the hay. After making Max comfortable beside me, I passed out.
When I woke up that morning, Max staring right at me. I mean two inches from my face. Her brown eyes bore into my sea green ones.
"AHHH-" Her hands clamped over my mouth cutting my shout off.
"Quiet!" She hissed, "Just because we're in the middle of no where doesn't mean you can scream bloody murder!"
"Well, sorry for not expecting you to be all up in my face!" I retorted, not being quiet like Max.
"You, have a lot of explaining to do." Max said sitting back and looking at me expectantly.
"Yeah. I do." So I told her.
Everything.
About the wars, the demigods, the gods, Camp Half-Blood. I told her about my life, Annabeth's betrayal.
"And that's when I met you. Max, I know you probably think I'm crazy, but I promise it's the truth." I finished my tale and she cocked an eye brow at me. She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off.
"I'll show you! I swear on the River Styx that, I, Percy Jackson, am telling the truth."
Thunder boomed in the distance, and Max said, "Okay."
"What?" My brow furrowed, she believed me just like that?
"I believe you. But I do have a question. When did you get your wings?"
I spread my wing and looked at them, the small veins of green, blue, and silver crisscrossing my black wingspan.
"Well, you know how they never did anything to you? Like inject chemicals, or take you away to test on you?"
When Max nodded, I continued.
"Yeah, umm, the whitecoats always came for me at night. They never took me out of the cage, apart from the daily sessions, they just grabbed my arm and injected DNA into it. They never told me what it was, but when the whitecoats took me away for the last session, the wing just kinda, popped out of my back. It hurt a lot, but they were so happy at watching my pain that I was able to postpone them for a little while so I could escape. Yeah." I summarized what had happened to me and looked at Max. She looked like she was thinking which was okay with me.
"Where are we going to go?" I asked her, springing the question that had danced around in my mind ever since I told Max about being a demigod.
She looked at me startled, "Oh, well, I thought I'd accompany you to your camp then we'd split and I'd be on the run again." As Max spoke, a crazy idea formed in my mind.
"Max," I said slowly, "what if you came with me to Camp Half-Blood?" She looked at me.
"Percy, I'm not a demigod." She said, acting like she was talking to a five year old.
"I know, but I can pull a few strings, and we'll give you a new home! Please please please?" I adopted on my baby seal look and put the most desperate expression on my face. I almost laughed because I could tell Max was trying do hard to resist.
"But, what if they think I'm a freak?" She asked.
"Then we'll beat the fuck out of them. Please?" I told her.
"Okay! Fine. I'll go with you." She said, giving in to my mad skills.
"YES!" I exclaimed, and hug-tackled her to the ground.
A.N. Hello! Yep, Kori finished and is very proud of herself. Please check out Kori's new story. (My gaydar was buzzing from Pico in House of Hades.) Thank you! Flames will be fed to Hestia.