Chapter 5
A.N.(sorry guys, it's a short chapter)
My vision turns read and I can't see anything except for his face and I can't hear anything besides those 8 words that spewed from his mouth. I turn and scream, silencing the words and voices in my head and quieting the world around me.
I'm focused on his face. He looks scared, terrified, unsure.
I pull my blazing fist back and slam it into his face, grinning as he crumples to the ground. Smiling as the strong, brave, Frank cowers in fear. Slowly trying to inch away from me. In the recess of my mind I can hear shouting but I push it aside. How DARE he say that about my mum. How DARE he smile and grin as though it is a joke. It's NOT a joke. Not to me anyways.
I slowly gain the ability to see the rest of my surroundings again. Jason looks angry, furious even. Piper looks worried and scared. Annabeth is glaring at something, someone. Percy glare is murderous, it's fixed on something but I don't care enough to look. Hazel is...Hazel's worried, and angry? Probably with me, I lost control. I punched Frank but he deserved it. Didn't he?
I look at the floor where I am standing. It creaks when I shuffle my feet, the floorboards have charred and blackened. I bring my hand up and touch my hair, feeling a flame flicker out as I do so, I was on fire. I can feel everybody looking at me so I turn to run. I don't know to where but I know it's time to run. I've been here too long, but something stops me. Someone stops me.
Jason.
Jason's Pov
Leo's whole body was aflame as he inched closer to Frank. I watched as he brought up his fists and punched Frank. I didn't even try to stop him. Frank deserved it. I watched as he cowered away from Leo, inching his way back towards the wall. The fire in Leo's eyes died down slightly as he turned, as if noticing his surroundings for the first time. His gaze landed on each and every one of our faces. His eyes were calculating, taking in everything seemingly at once. He looks at the floor then reaches up to touch his hair, pulling back as he notices the flames beginning to die out in it.
He turns away from us, and in that moment I know what he's going to do. He's going to run. I can't let him do this. I don't know what compels me to grab him but I do. Not even knowing how I'm going to convince him to stay but knowing I have to try.