I'm soo sorry i haven't uploaded for so long, busy with school and stuff. Anyway, hope you enjoy this. It's a bit odd, but this is my first multichapter fic. Please leave any suggestions in a review (and be nice about it 3).
One second. Leo had stepped out of the control cabin for one second and the next thing he knew he was plummeting through the cold air. Surprisingly he wasn't terrified. Oh, the fear was there, but he was only vaguely aware that he was screaming his lungs out. Most of his brain however, was working in overdrive trying to figure out a plan to not get himself killed. Unfortunately, nothing was really coming to mind. Leo did however remember to spread out his arms and legs to slow his descent. He briefly considered setting himself on fire but immediately dismissed it as a memory came to him.
"'...You're no more of a freak than we are' Jason said, 'And, hey, maybe you can fly, too. Like jump off a building and yell, "Flame on!"'. Leo snorted. 'If I did that, you would see a flaming kid falling to his death and I would be yelling something a little stronger than "Flame on!"'..."
'Well, this is ironic.' Leo thought. 'I'm probably going to die as the victim of my own sarcasm.'
The land was below him was getting more detailed every second.
"Well," Leo muttered, "If I'm going down I'm going down with a bang!"
Leo could now see individual cars on the roads.
He took a deep breath and set himself on fire while shouting "LOOK OUT LADIES! HERE COMES THE FLAMING HOT LEO VALD-".
THUMP! Leo landed hard on a semi-solid surface. He could say that it knocked the wind out of him but that's not quite true. In reality, it was the opposite way around. The storm of wind around him became so great that it literally blew out his flames and almost knocked him out. Like a demigod birthday candle.
After a few moments, Leo realised he was being moved upwards back towards the ship. Leo scrambled upright on whatever it was he fell on. He was surprised to see he was sitting on a large black horse, except instead of legs the horse had vapour particles propelling it forward. Jason's evil espresso pet, Tempest, had saved him. Leo let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he had been holding in and let Tempest take him back up to the ship. He silently prayed that the storm spirit below him wouldn't vapourize below him and send him falling back down again.
He reached the deck of the Argo II safely and the storm spirit, paused for a few moments, waiting for Leo to climb off. Unfortunately Leo, who was watching Jason battle the storm spirits in a mini-tornado around him, didn't take the hint. Tempest, reared back before charging forward into the battle and bucking his hind legs, sending Leo crashing into the door to the engine room. Leo shook himself and quickly ran inside.
Leo ran down the flights of stairs, all the way down to the lowest deck of the ship, where the engine and Athena Parthenos were. Leo wished he could just shove the huge golden statue out of his ship, because everytime he saw it, he couldn't help but think of the cost at which they managed to retrive it. Who cares if it was a supposed bane to monsters, it wasn't like the attacks had stopped. And because of the stupid statue, he had lost two of the strongest demigods he knew, and two of the greatest friends.
Leo shouted the words that opened the doorway through the thick metal wall seperating the engine from the rest of the deck, as he ran through. He had the door set so that only his voice could open it with the passcode "Leo is da MAN!". A wave of heat hit his senses the moment he stepped into the room. An acidic, rusty smell filled his nostrils. 'This cannot be good', Leo thought as he ventured closer to the large metal engine. The engine was making popping noises. Right in the centre of all the engine apparatus, sat a bronze sphere, about the size of a basketball, its surface bristling with glass cylinders so it looked like a mechanical starburst. Golden connection wires ran out from it. The only problem? The sphere was glowing a bright neon green, and the display clock showed 93.45 and was ticking down. "Not again!" Leo let out a few choice Spanish swear words, before calming and focusing on the task at hand. The syncopator was threatening to explode. Again. The storm spirits must have changed the air density causing one of the vials of Styx water to break and flood the core. Leo wouldn't be able to repair it this time. He had to make a new syncopator. Luckily, he had kept an extra of all the parts in Buford's drawers. He put two fingers to his lips and whistled loudly, and a mechanic's table came trotting into the room and stopped beside him. Leo pulled a wrench out from his tool belt and opened up the core. "C'mon Buford, time to fix this mess".