So sorry about the delay, you know the normal excuses, school, clubs, writers block, that and I've been seeing other fandoms… but I'm back and this chapter will be revised later so that the mistakes will be gone and it will be better. Oh yeah and I've revised the first chapters the third will be fixed later when I have more time.

A VERY POTTER SENIOR YEAR! AAAAAAAAAAA SO EXCITED!

The Battle Rages On

Percy's POV

Everyone had already evacuated the cafeteria, which made it all the more easier for Percy to run around like a crazed maniac. After dodging abandoned lunches and half eaten sandwiches; he realized that he had no idea where the giant mutant Godzilla raptor had gone. In a neat disparate attempt to get some sort of leverage on the thing; he jumped onto a display of Superfiz Nutraqua! And grabbed a few of the carbonated hand grenades. Still unsure as to what to do with them, he decided to improvise, and wait for his prey. He looked around him for any slight movement, but there was none.

Bait.

That's what he needed to lure the monster out. He needed to think, what did he know about giant mutant snakes that turned into high school girls? Okay think reptiles, Dragon? no, Kraken? This isn't the sea, Charazrad? No! What am I thinking? Okay think snakes, reptiles! Anacondas, boas, wait I thought those were feathered? Why could feathery reptiles be in myths? What else? Pythons,- wait that's something! Didn't Hera send one after one of Zeus's lovers? The question is which one. Or is the question to be or not to be? Wait I think that's my English homework. Stop getting off topic stupid! Now think! How do I kill this thing?

He found himself missing his old friends. They would have known what to do, lingering on fond memories; his brain switched gears and tried to figure out his current situation. The can of carbonated water felt weighed in his hand. Suddenly he knew what to do. Throwing the can as hard and far as he could, it bounced less then perfectly off the ceiling. It gave him the just the distraction he was looking for. Python struck out after the can. Giant fangs gleaming. The poor aluminum didn't stand a change, it's life painfully hissed away as it was skewered by one of the teeth. Percy slammed Riptide down in an attempt to pin it down by the tail. But all in vain. The Reptile was too fast, It reared it's great head and let out a hiss that sent chills down his spine. Wide yellow eyes, made fear weigh down his legs. His dodging was to slow. Poisoned incisors grazed his skin and started to fizzle putridly. Pain ripped through his body; he could nearly feel the poison crawling up his body to his brain. His thoughts already began to blur due to the toxin's effects. Python slid closer.

"Hassseeettthhhhhssiii"

Water. He thought. Even through his disorientation he knew he needed water. Water would cure him. Adrenaline coursed its way through his veins. Small relief lightened his limbs just enough to move. Piercing the tile floor he used his sword to lean on. Python was taking its sweet time agonizing him, slowly, approaching. This pissed him off. As the snake got close enough he brought down his heel hard on its skull making a satisfying Crack. Gasping out in pain the snake recoiled and writhed. A new dose of hormones kicked in and the blood started pumping, the poison now quickly setting in. He retreated to the kitchen and with the last of his strength unleashed the power of the faucet.
Hot water trickled warm streams of relief onto the wounds, bringing clarity and taking away the toxins in his blood. Python had recovered. It was done with games. He pulled up the rest of his body into the sink and hoped not to be seen.

Slowly the beast slithered in. Carefully searching. Percy saw blood pouring from half of its face were he had planted his foot. Leaving a trail of blood where it slithered. As its red tongue flickered, he saw he had damaged that as well. It couldn't see him. It couldn't smell him. But it could still hear him. Percy looked around to figure out his next move. Then he spotted a tray of cafeteria pizza sitting by the oven, still hastily left on. Ever so carefully, he edged his way from counter to counter until he was situated next to the tray. The discombobulated snake slowly slithered by. Cautiously he took a slice of the imitation food and put it in the flame; he then used that slice as a torch to ignite the whole tray. It caught quickly. The burning tray scalded his hands as he picked it up but he didn't dare scream. A second later the target was in position. With a loud CRASH! The tray was dropped onto the serpent's head! It tried to shake of the burning material and the kitchen filled up quickly with a terrible burning plastic smell. Melted faux-cheese stuck to Python's head like tar.

Now was his chance. In fell swoop he swung his sword and bit deep into the bone, ripping apart muscle, and tendon, and cleanly severed the head from its body. Huffing and puffing, Percy stupidly, only then realized that a few of his little pizza fire-bombs- of death had escaped into the cafeteria. He swore loudly in Greek and made the sprinklers go off to try to tame the flames. Apparently, he had adopted a "scorched ground policy" because there was nothing left of the cafeteria when he finally managed to get everything under control. The firemen showed up once all the work had been done. One of them dropped the hose as he saw the unscathed teen emerge dramatically out of the flame. But Percy only had one thing on his mind. Naida.

"NAIDA!" He yelled down the hallway. He skidded to a stop in front of his only friend who lay in a helpless heap on the ground. Hesitantly he looked to her arm. Camp had exposed him to nasty wounds before but this time, he nearly threw up. He hadn't noticed the severity of it before, but it had obviously gotten worse. The area around the wound grew blackened around the edges and several fluids, not all of them blood, poured forth from between the large gap where the skin should have connected.

"Percy?" she whispered. "That's you right? God my eyes suck, either that or you've become some big burry faceless monster thing." She tried to laugh at her own joke but couldn't find the strength. He thought about using some ambrosia, or nectar. But that would have disintegrated her instead. He felt useless.

"Percy?"

"Ye-eah?"

"I think I'm dying now." It wasn't a question. Just a statement.

"Are-are you sure?" he nearly whined.

"Sure as hell, pun somewhat intended. I see a light, and you know how I feel about shiny stuff." He would have laughed had this been a different situation. But it wasn't. Tears fought his eyes for escape, but he wouldn't let them.

"I've never planned my last words before, so if there's anything comforting I can say right now tell me." She winced in pain with her last sentence. Percy could tell that she was barley holding on. His brain couldn't process anything anymore. Naida grabbed his hand and dug her nails into his epidermis. She suppressed a scream through clenched teeth. With her remaining strength she pulled him into one final hug.

"That is so touching." Said a voice literally filled with "Sunshine". Behind him stood Apollo, he strode over to where Percy and Naida were slumped together and gently, without any third degree burnsplaced his hand on her forehead. A shiver ran through her entire body. Percy thought for a second that he killed her; but her eyes fluttered back to life. Her wound slowly healing. Flesh stitched itself back together and left nothing but a thin scar. Naida looked up into the face of the ancient sun god who smiled back down at her.

"OH MY STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER! YOUR COMPLEXTION IS BURNING MY RETNAS!"

Percy was relieved that Apollo was a pretty relaxed guy. If she had said that to other Olympians…. Apollo laughed it off. "Dude, this one's a keeper." He told Percy.

"Who in the name of all that is sugary are you?" Naida continued with her interrogation.

"Apollo. Lord of the skies, driver of the sun chariot, brother of Artemis, blah, blah, blah."

Naida blinked her large cyan eyes in confusion. "You look different than your statues; I wasn't aware that Greek gods word jeans and t-shirts."

"Yeah, but you know, fashions change and toga's are 2000 years ago, jeans are so much more comfortable."

Nadia tilted her head. "Didn't the romans consider pants barbaric?"

Apollo started to crack up again. "That was before they invade Britannia, which is defeniatly does not have a toga skirt friendly climate. OH crap! Jackson, I thanks for killing that damn snake for me but I forgot I need to show you something. Apollo snapped his fingers and a glimmering orb appeared in front of all three of them. The statue of liberty cast a long shadow over the scene taking place. He saw his friends, Annabeth and Mia. A giant monster arose from the sea and was destroying everything, their fighting was slowing and they were wearing down. He knew what Apollo was trying to tell him. He looked up into the god's eyes for any signs of conformation. Then he remembered, Naida. He started to protest but Apollo stopped him. "

"I'll take care of her".

"Go" Naida reassured. "I'll be fine."

I hope you like this chapter. Any comments,critiques, criticisms, suggestions, and complaints are accepted and much loved! Please review! it places this fic higher on my priority list and then I don't neglect this poor story.