Here is lucky lucky Chapter Seven! Review and comment and enjoy!
Percy didn't know where he was going. He just kept walking.
He never looked behind him. Not even when he smelled smoke or when he saw firetrucks race down the street to his old home.
He walked until his feet were as numb as his mind and as bloody as his hands, but he never stopped.
His old life was gone now. Nothing but ashes in the wind.
And Percy would make sure he would never think of it, hear of it, or see it again.
The Olympian Throne Room on Old Mt. Olympus
Poseidon walked into the Olympian Throne Room wondering what Zeus wanted. He saw Zeus brooding in his throne looking uncharacteristically messy and disheveled.
Zeus heard his brother step in and raised his head.
"Ah, hello, brother" Zeus greeted, "I called you here because of a recent incident in New York."
Zeus looked worriedly to Poseidon as he thought of how he would deliver this horrible news.
"Sally Jackson's apartment was attacked and set on fire. We found two bodies. I'm so sorry, brother."
Poseidon's face fell and his eyes became wet. It couldn't be. Not Sally.
"Are you sure it was Sally? Who was the second body?" he asked.
"That we aren't sure of, but also earlier last night, your son went missing. He might have gone to visit her, but nothing is sure yet. Hades is already searching the Elysium for both of them." Zeus tried to comfort his brother, but his words had no effect on Poseidon.
Not only his son's mother, but his son could be dead now.
"How did this happen?" Poseidon forced out.
"We don't know. I have everyone that I can looking for answers. Hopefully Hades returns soon." And then as if he heard his name being called, Hades flashed into the Throne Room.
"Hello brothers," Hades said gravely, "I have the information you wanted Zeus."
Poseidon looked eagerly to Hades hoping that he would say that Sally and Percy were still alive.
"So what is it, Hades?" Poseidon asked.
"Sally-she... I found her in the Elysium, but Perseus... I didn't find him anywhere. He's still alive."
Poseidon choked. Sally was... gone... and his son was nowhere to be found. Did he even know what had happened to his mother? The poor boy had gone through so much in these past few days, in these past few years.
"We need to find him. We need to make sure he's okay," Poseidon declared.
"I agree, I'll call Artemis. She's always had knack for hunting down men," Zeus said. "Artemis!"
Artemis popped into the Throne Room, eager to please her father, "Yes, father?"
"I have a mission for you. Perseus Jackson has gone missing. You and your hunters are to find him and bring him back."
"Father, really? My hunters and I have many other better things to do that hunt down a boy that doesn't want to be found. He's probably holed up with a girl somewhere."
Zeus stared Artemis down. Even if Perseus wasn't in trouble, he needed to be found before Poseidon lost himself in his worry. "Please, Artemis. He might be in danger."
Artemis caved in. She would do it. Only because she hadn't had a good hunt in years. This would be fun.
"I'll do it."
Percy laid on the floor of a crappy motel room, sweating from a nightmare he just had. He didn't have anywhere else to go and was running low on money so here he was: The Mystic Mermaid Inn. Apparently they were famous for their water beds.
Or at least they used to be until his nightmare caused him to burst every single one on his floor. Now he was in a giant puddle.
He's been having nightmares ever since his mom... They were about his mom dying, him dying, Annabeth dying, Reyna dying... Just death in general. Thanatos definitely had it out for him because he was plagued by death. It was everywhere he stepped.
Mrs. O'Leary was gone. Percy hadn't seen her since he arrived at his mom's apartment. Maybe she was scared of him too. Hell, Percy was scared of himself. He was becoming that man he was seeing in his visions or at least like him.
That's probably what happens when you come back from the dead. You turn into a monster as punishment for cheating death.
Percy sighed and got up, he was starving. He didn't bother changing his clothes, put his shoes, on and went out the door, carefully locking it behind him.
He was about to take a right down the hallway then something pulled in his stomach. Percy ignored it and turned and the pull turned into a painful tug that almost sent Percy to his knees.
Shit. Not the visions again. Those nearly killed him last time.
Percy straightened himself and tried to keep going forward, but the pain go even worse until it felt like a sword in his stomach.
"Fine! I'll go left godsdamn it!" Percy backtracked and went down the hallway on the left.
"Happy now?" These zombie powers were going to be the death of him.
He walked down the hallway and soon felt a tug in his insides again. Percy huffed through his nose, "I'm not a dog, you know," he said but he still followed where it pulled him.
After a few more times he ended up on the other side of the motel in front of a door to a room. The tugging sensation in his stomach becoming uncomfortable, but not painful.
Percy raised his hand to knock, but right as he started to lower his fist to the door, it swung open.
A young girl, about eight or nine, with curly, untamable red hair stood in the doorway. She looked like normal he guessed. She had on bright pink shorts and a light blue shirt with a picture of a jar of peanut butter hugging a jar of jelly that said 'It Was Fate'.
"Uh, hey, this might sound weird, but my stomach led me here," Percy said lamely. The girl's eyes lit up and she saw his face.
"Perseus Jackson," Percy's eyes widened at his name and he put his hand in his pocket to get Riptide. How did this girl know him?
"Yeah... How do you know me?" he asked, voice wary.
The girl acted like she didn't hear him, "You're really slow, you know? I thought you'd get here days ago."
"What?! No I'm- I'm not slow! What are you even-" Percy spluttered. He was not slow. He wasn't.
"Come inside. You look hungry." And with that the girl skipped back into her room.
What the hell was that? He was hungry, but this girl was... odd. For all he knew she was some crazy monster who wanted to eat him.
"Come on, slowpoke!" Percy felt pain stab at his stomach and groaned. I guess I don't have a choice.
He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He looked around, the room was a lot bigger on the inside, but it was messy. There was some kind of string everywhere, hanging from the ceiling lights, covering the floor, and flowing off of any furniture in the room.
There were so many colors. He saw at least 15 different shades of blue. And they were also all different lengths. Some were only a few feet long while others seemed to never end. Percy reached out to touch one, but the girl's voice called from another room.
"Breakfast's ready!" Percy's hand stopped mid-motion. He would investigate more later.
Percy entered the room, a kitchen, that the girl's voice came from. The minute he entered he smelled waffles.
"Here, sit. I made you breakfast." The girl looked proud of herself with her arms crossed and chin tilted high.
Percy followed the girls orders and sat at the table in the middle of the kitchen. Before him was his breakfast: Eggo waffles drowned in syrup on a bumblebee Zoo Pal plate and to the side was a glass filled to the very brim with strawberry flavored milk.
"Oh, uh, thanks for the uh, delicious, breakfast," Percy said trying to not hurt the girl's feelings. He picked up his silverware and began to eat. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. All it needed was a touch of blue food coloring and it would be a four star breakfast.
Percy looked to the girl as he downed the last of his strawberry milk. She was busy braiding some random strings she found on the back of her chair.
"I'm Clotho by the way,"
Percy choked on his milk and coughed, spraying it all over the table. Shit. Clotho?! The Clotho?!
"What?! Like you're- you're the Clotho? Like one-of-the-Fates-Clotho?" Percy asked wildly. He prayed to the gods she wasn't otherwise he was in deep pegasus shit.
"Yup," Clotho replied, popping the 'p'. Oh gods, he was a dead man. Dead for real now.
"Oh, well I got to go. It was nice meeting you though," Percy stumbled over his words and bumped his knees on the table as he jerked up out of his seat. He need to get the Hades out of this motel room before he was thrown into another prophecy or worse, smited.
He was nearly at the door before Clotho jumped in front of him. "No! You can't go yet! My sisters need to talk to you!" Oh fuck no. He was not doing this. He had to leave now.
Percy moved faster trying to dodge around the girl and get to to the door. "Sorry Clotho, but I have um, plans later today so I gotta head out-"
"Please don't go! My sisters will so mad at me if you leave!" Clotho begged.
Percy looked at the girl who was supposedly an ancient deity. She looked near tears, genuinely upset that he was leaving.
"Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" the girl sniffed as she looked up with puppy eyes the size of saucers.
Percy couldn't do it. He couldn't leave this girl. She had won him over. I am such a loser. One pair of puppy dog eyes and I'm a pile of mush.
"Fine, I'll stay." Clotho's face brightened and she smiled widely.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll tell them you're here!"
Percy couldn't get another word in before Clotho ran off and left him standing alone, surrounded by string.
He prayed to the gods that he wouldn't regret this.
So... I'm back! Sorry about the wait. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There was a lot less crying in this one I hope. Please review!