ME: Here is another chapter! Thank you Antiqul for the review! Here is the next chapter of Detention. I own nothing, but my ideas.
-ED-
I sprung up, I lept from my nighmare. Were was I? I looked around a foriengn hotel. Oh, yeah I remembered. New York, on that goddamnshit mission. Slowly, I remembered traveling and the last week of rather, uneventful activitys. Wandering around, eating, sleeping,etc. I was misreable. I almost wanted to be wandering around in persuit of the philosphere's stone again. Scratch that, I definentaly wanted that. I considered sending another report to the bastard of: nothing, why am I even here you f***ing bastard. It was definentaly more interesting than the rest of the shit I was doing. I groaned in boredom looking out the window at the city that never sleeps.
I blinked hoping it wasn't my imagination, something was actually happening. An odd creture thing was lumbering about tearing apart hot dog stands and things of that sort. Something to do! I all but ran outside, happy to relise my boredom on the chimera thing. I transmuted my automail into a blade and charged, grinning like a mad-man. How could I not? I was bored. I wasn't even going back to a damn school yet.
-PERCY-
Why couldn't I enjoy a normal evening of just walking around? Just Why not? I had been walking around with no real objective in mind, maybe get a hot dog or something. Of course not, no, a monster just had to go and cause some trouble. I sighed walking to the heart of the chaos. By the time I got there a short blonde kid my age or younger was fighting it. He dodged and jumped like an acrobat or monkey, maybe getting involved wasn't necessary. At least, that was what I thought untill I saw his face. He was grinning like a mad-man. He was insane.
He seemed to be toying with it, enjoying the fight, the thrill. That's when I decided he was insane and I needed to do something to end the fight now. But before I could do anything the monster exploded into dust, the blondie looking almost sad, bored, or even, disappointed. Then I noticed something that startled me, other than his clothes, his eyes. They were gold. He had gold eyes. What the-
"Who are you?" He asked, the words seemed forigen, accented. But from were, I couldn't tell.
"Ummm…" He scowled clearly anoyed by my lack of response, or stupidity. "Uhhh… Percy." I offered, unsure. He muttered something and slipped away like he was never there. How do people do that?
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