I do not own PJO.
Harry Potter: I DO!
Rick Riordan: Hades no you don't!
Harry: That sucks.
Thanks a lot to those who reviewed! THE SPECIAL CONTEST WINNERS WERE:
SeaweedBrainGirl11 and Hammerwammer! Yup the song was: If I Die Young, I thought it would be ironic, but the 2nd choice was: MEAN! by T. Swift. You're sneak peek will become soon, I just have to write it. XD lazy me!
Okay, so I'm getting some people asking for pairings, but no matches. I'll give you some names and, if you will be so kind, you will go into the review for chapter 1 (really the people who have come in) and look up a nice match. PLEASE? I seriously need some help. So here are the names:
Arabella/Jrek (I got an approve from both creators so now it's up to da readers!)
Anabella (maybe a magician?)
Andrew (Perhaps a daughter of Hermes?)
Erin (Whoever...)
Xavier (whoever, but maybe Anabella, course SHE might be the hardest...) [I've actually gotten a lot of requests for Xavier, I think. look who has some fans]
Alex's POV
You know, for a boy of age 12, I know a lot of swear words. And you can bet my vocabulary was very colorful when we were being sucked into the building. I swore and cursed and fought against the metal cords. Even though I'm not a son of Poseidon I still have practically swimmer's lungs. I saw my friends falling unconscious around me, but why was I being spared unlike my friends? Oh, no...never mind, I remember. The building was still the creepy stalker we all know and hate. I looked around and found my file. I had to admit, it was scary accurate. They had my date of birth, the exact time I was born, my baby pacifier (which I loved to infinity.) (I loved mine, I'm sorry to say this, but I had it till I was three!) They had my baby blanket, my mother's earrings that were my Nana's. Ands pictures of my mom reading me stories when I was little, a picture the first time meeting my dad, blowing out my candles on my fifth birthday, my first time riding a bike, my first haircut, with a lock of hair (of course, all stalkers have one!) Although I tried not to, I couldn't help some tears sliding down my cheeks. How could I not? I was recounting all those times before my mom died, and all the recent times, and the fact that I never gave any of these things a second thought.
"What do you want with me?" I whispered, sounding like a little wimp. The voice cackled, in the same raspy voice we had heard for years, it confirmed my suspicions. The instructors were back...we were absolutely doomed.
"Little child, again, we give you the opportunity to join us, and all the power in the world will be yours." Power? Is that how little they actually know about me? I hold grudges as my fatal flaw, power hungry...more of a Zeus thing.
"I'll join you...when Hades freezes over, you freaking bi***y instructor." The instructor's voice projected over the intercom growled, a thing I would not recommend hearing if you have a weak stomach, liver, heart, or just hate rude people.
"We'll see what you say after some...convincing." I swallowed, "convincing" was a code for torture. I, being one of the younger kids, was always put through their delusional "convincing" techniques. I don't know how well I'll put up. It's been a while, a long while. The metal cords sprouted out of the ground again and I started to run, I hit the door frantically, trying to break it down. Nothing worked, I was, in a way, toast.
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I couldn't tell how I had gotten here. The cords had squeezed the air out of me, making me dizzy and disoriented. Once I came back into focus, I was in a blank white room with a large, black, leather, swivel seat, it turned and I saw the last person I thought I'd see on the planet. His graying hair which, was cut short like someone in the army, you could virtually see his scalp because his hair was such a snowy white color. His beard was pointed on his pointy chin. When I first came to the school, I made a comment on his chin's pointiness and I got the scars all over my arm. Yin and Yang, that's how I started calling them that. He screamed at me, "Yin! Balance, something which you lack thereof! Yang! Keeps Yin balanced and in order, following instructions, another trait you are lacking!" His skin was a peachy gray like he had just finished yakking up his lunch. He wore his usual black Italian suit, always tailored to his body, so tight it looked like he slept in it. It was the one, the only, and the previous instructor of discipline.
"Hollensdale," I spoke with caution in my voice. His yellow-green eyes glared at me and I immediately knew what I'd done wrong. I swore under my breath.
"Professor! SAY IT! SAY PROFESSOR HOLLENSDALE!" He took out his ruler which elongated into a spear with the head as big as a human heart. He clicked a small button on it and it glowed with electricity, he smiled, a cruel, evil smile and jammed this into my chest. My hands and feet were tied back, so I had no choice but to endure the pain. The pain was like putting me in boiling lava, putting me on an airplane that was struck down by Zeus and that I was the only human passenger, the rest were deadly, poisonous vipers that bit be very where and put me in extreme agony. I bit my lip and, even though I knew it was a death imminent suicidal wish, whispered, "Professor Jackass Hollensdale." His eyes narrowed and I knew: I am going to die. It always starts out with the twitch. I can vouch for: Boy, was this man twitching. Then, his body started shaking, he grew, and grew, and grew, soon he was the size of an 8-story building! He smiled, showing all of his green yellow teeth and inhaled. All the weapons in the room flew into his mouth, and that doesn't just mean the ones you can hold. I closed my mouth as tight as it would go, bit down on my tongue and tried to suppress the air forcing its way out of my mouth with all of my powers. The transplant was temporary; we'd get them back, because they didn't want to leave their weapons powerless, but for punishment, they like to render us powerless, stripped to the core, virtually nothing. He knew I'd have to breathe eventually. The pressure was building up inside my mouth, I felt like I was going to hurl. My fingers and toes were losing feeling; I was drifting into unconsciousness. Then, Hollensdale punched me in the stomach, causing me to exhale, and leave me powerless. I had no strength, no power, practically no will to go on. He pushed a button on the wall, and it flipped over, revealing a curious wall filled with jars. He looked through the name list and brought out one that said my name: Alex Santiago, for once, I wish I was someone else. An Egyptian magician, maybe, their powers are much harder to...extract because their powers are ancient and not half of their blood stream. Again, Hollensdale smiled and placed his hands on my chest and throat. Then, the pain started. It was like dyeing, a painful death from starvation and famine, from plague, I was weak, I...I had to fight it. I couldn't! No, can't let them control me...can't...pain...what was I saying...pain, endless pain...no...
Images filled my mind, my friends dying, my mom dying, everyone I cared about dying, and I somehow thought – knew – that it was my fault. It was my fault because I wasn't there to save them, because I wasn't there to play hero. A voice filled my mind as I screamed in agony, in pain, it knew my thoughts, my memories, good and bad, it was trying to get me to turn. I couldn't listen, can't fall down, don't back down...stay strong...I drifted into unconsciousness.
Well? I tried it a bit different this time with listening to his thoughts and not just standing on the sidelines. Next chapter: NEW PEOPLE come!
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