Last one for today! Don't expect eleven chapters in one sitting all like this from now on though. . . that's crazy.
Disclaimer: Wish it was mine, but depressingly, its not. :( Oh well.
Kisses,
{--Inky--}
Grover predicted, now that three somewhat-powerful Underground supporters were congregated on the same block, that it would take a week for monster scouts to sniff them out. Annabeth gave them three days. Percy had very little clue as to what exactly the other two were so anxious and jittery about, but it seemed to be bad so he was rooting for Grover's longer theory.
They were all wrong.
The first dracaena appeared, masquerading as an old woman outside the Jackson's apartment block, a day later. Percy came in the door, shut it, and turned to where she sat at the table munching on a granola bar. His eyes were wide.
"That woman had snakes. For legs," he said slowly, and she was up instantly, peering out the window onto the street. Suddenly she ducked down, paling noticeably.
"Oh gods," she whispered. Her hand found his as she roughly dragged him down the hall. She shoved him towards his room, saying sternly, "Pack."
"Pack what?"
"Clothes. Little things important to you that you don't want to leave behind. We may never be able to come back here, so think about it. But do it quick, because we've gotta go. Like, now."
Ten minutes later, she was ushering him and their packed bags through the fire escape window, both parties emitting some choice cuss words; hers in Ancient Greek, his in very clear English. When they finally hit the ground, they found Grover waiting nervously around the corner for them, and the three took off the opposite way of the impending monster waiting on the Jackson's doorstep.
Thus began their perilous, memorable, hair-greying adventures.
I haven't said it in my previous chapters, mostly cause I uploaded them like a chain smoker snorts down cigarettes, but I'll say it now.
Review, please.
I've come pretty darn far, don'cha think?
