I'm not dead! I'm sorry I haven't been able to post anything this whole summer until now. I was busy with work, and I got sick early this summer, blah blah blah, and a bunch of other excuses. I'll definitely start grinding chapters during this month, and probably gonna mass release them sometime soon. The sequel to Of Heroes and Monsters will be posted soon, and all my fanfics will be starting to be updated soon. Anyway, here's Chapter 7!

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Whatif-inator: Ghidorah is not related to the primordial Chaos. The primordial Chaos is, to me at least, the primordial of creation, and not the void, since he created everything within the universe. Ghidorah is an extra dimensional alien. Godzilla and Kong might have a rematch, but I just don't know how to lead up to it, and yes, Kong would give Godzilla a run for his money.

Gamelover41592: Guess that's the life of a god/human/kaiju.

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LegionCenturionMaster: Yes, the two could handle a MUTO, but MUTOs breed very quickly. Yeah, I guess the Greeks need to settle down.

Monster King: Thank you!

XPersaX; Thanks! Also, this fanfic will be a Perlianca fic, so don't worry about the relationship. I'll admit, I was also getting tired of the repetitiveness of Percabeth. About your Godzilla and Kong being in one body, I'll consider it, but it's not guaranteed. Cool idea, though.

Guest: Sorry, but Zeus can't die yet.

Beta: Dalthale1642

Credit goes to Rick Riordan, and everyone who made a Godzilla movie, anime, etc.

MUTO - Massive Unidentified Terrestrial Organism

Type: Parasitic

Current Population: Unknown

Info: Able to reproduce extremely quickly. Offspring require massive amounts of food, capable of destroying entire ecosystems in one generation.

Chapter 7: New Jersey Shenanigans

Percy didn't waste much time. He packed his and Mothra's bags, stuffing extra clothes and toothbrushes into the duffel bags provided for them. They both took their weapons with them too. Mothra tried to put her spear in her bag, but it didn't go too well, and she ended up having half of the spear sticking out of her bag like a sore thumb.

They were given a hundred dollars in mortal money and twenty golden drachmas. Chiron also handed them a bag of ambrosia and a canteen of nectar, only to be used in emergencies.

Annabeth had brought along her magic invisibility hat, a book about architecture that was written in Ancient Greek, and a celestial bronze knife up her sleeve.

Grover packed a bag of tin cans and apples, and brought his reed pipes with him.

The quest group hiked up Half-Blood Hill, where Chiron waited for them in his wheelchair form. Argus, a huge guy with hundreds of eyes, stood next to him, wearing a chauffeur uniform. Suddenly, they heard footsteps approaching from behind them.

Luke ran up to them, out of breath, holding a pair of shoes. "Hey guys!"

Annabeth blushed as Luke came closer.

"Good luck on your quest, Percy, or should I say, Godzilla." Luke said. "Here, take these." Luke handed the sneakers over. Percy sniffed them. Magic.

"Maia!" Luke said. Wings unraveled from the sneakers and started flapping around, and then disappeared after a few seconds.

Grover crunched on a can. "Awesome!"

Luke smiled. "Those helped me a lot when I went on my quest. I don't use them much now these days, so I'm giving them to you, but I doubt you'd use them that much, though.."

"Thanks."

"Kill some monsters for me, would ya?" Luke patted Mothra and Grover on the head, and hugged Annabeth, then trudged down the hill.

Percy looked down at the sneakers. "Hey Grover, you want these?"

"Sure, I guess… why, though?"

"I'm too heavy for those to lift me," Percy said. "Trust me."

They spent a few minutes tying the shoes onto Grover's hooves, and soon enough, he was being dragged along the ground towards the van, screaming. Annabeth facepalmed and followed the satyr, muttering under her breath. Mothra followed closely behind.

"Percy, please wait a moment," Chiron said. "I wish I could have trained you longer before you left."

Percy shrugged. "It's okay."

"And one more thing, Percy." Chiron pulled a ballpoint pen out of his pocket. "Though you already have a weapon, I wish for you to keep this with you. It was a gift from your father." Percy inspected the pen. "Uncap it."

When Percy did, the pen grew into a celestial bronze sword a few feet long, and felt so light Percy thought he could accidentally throw it into the stratosphere.

"This sword has a long and tragic story," Chiron said. "Its name is Anaklusmos."

Percy looked the blade up and down. "Riptide?"

Chiron nodded. "It is a deadly weapon, forged in the heart of a volcano. It can kill any monster or Underworld creature, but it won't harm mortals. Now, to turn it back into a pen, just touch the cap to the tip of the sword."

Percy did just that, and it reverted back into a bronze pen. "What if I lose it?"

"You can't," Chiron said. "Throw the pen."

The pen soared through the sky, disappearing in the distance.

"Now check your pocket."

Percy reached into his pocket, and sure enough, it was there. "Nice."

"It is a very special weapon, capable of growing alongside its wielder. Whatever you need, it shall do. Follow your destiny, Perseus," Chiron said. "I wish you well."

Percy walked down the hill towards the van, and when he looked back at the bottom of the hill, Chiron was gone. The only thing on the hill was the pine tree, its branches swaying in the wind.

Argus drove them through Long Island, and slowed down in Queens, before arriving in Manhattan by evening. The hundred eyed man dropped them off at a Greyhound station in the Upper East Side, unloaded their bags, and handed them the bus tickets driving away, the van disappearing around a corner.

Percy looked around, staring down the street that led back to his apartment. Mothra looked up at him and squeezed his hand reassuringly.

We'll find your mom soon, Mothra said.

"We'll find her soon, Percy," Grover said.

Percy would've done a spit take if he had a drink. "You can read minds?"

Grover shook his head. "Just your emotions. I forgot to tell you that satyrs could do that. Do you want to know why your mom married Gabe?"

Percy shrugged, and nodded. "Sure."

"She married Gabe to keep you safe, Percy. Gabe smells so bad I can smell him from here. You still have traces of him on you, and you've been away from him for a week. He's been covering your demigod scent for years, Percy."

"But she… didn't need to. I could've taken care of monsters," Percy said.

"She didn't know, Percy. She wanted the best for you. And you'll see her again," Grover reassured him. "I know it."

Percy didn't give a shit about saving the world. He just cared about getting back the person who had taken care of him his whole life from Hades. But he would finish the job because if his mother found out he didn't, she would be disappointed in him.

We'll find her and beat the shit out of Hades, Godzilla said.

…Thanks.

Grover, Annabeth, and Mothra decided to play Hacky Sack with an apple while waiting for the bus to come. Percy opted out since he was too clumsy for it. Annabeth was able to bounce it with nearly every part of her body, and Mothra bounced it off her spear to compensate for her height.

The game suddenly ended when Grover accidentally swallowed the entire apple when it got close to his mouth. Everyone cracked up as Grover's face turned red from embarrassment. Even Percy cracked a smile.

Soon enough, the bus arrived at the station, and they all climbed aboard, and Grover started sniffing the air. Percy did the same.

Monsters. About three of them, Godzilla said. Keep your guard up, Little One.

I think they're about to board the bus. Mothra relaxed into the seat. But they're not too dangerous.

"Monsters," Percy whispered to Annabeth and Grover. Grover paled, and Annabeth clenched her teeth.

Grover shook slightly. "I knew it."

"Look." Annabeth pointed at the front of the bus.

A very familiar face had boarded the bus, as well as two people with the same face. The Furies. They sat right behind the driver, and crossed their legs across the aisle, preventing anyone from leaving.

The bus started to move, exiting the station as rain pounded down on the roof of the bus.

"All three of them," Grover whimpered.

Annabeth tapped her Yankees cap nervously. "It's just the Furies. Some of the worst monsters from the Underworld. No worries."

"Yeah," Percy said. "It's okay." He breathed in and out. "Just keep your hands on me. But don't touch my skin."

They all gripped onto his jacket, and Percy expanded his Asymmetrically Permeable Shield to cover the four of them, ensuring their safety. The demigods shuddered slightly as the shield covered them.

"What was that?" Annabeth whispered.

"Insurance," Percy replied

As soon as the bus entered the Lincoln Tunnel, the Furies suddenly stood up. "I need to use the restroom," the three of them announced, and they started walking towards the demigods.

Mothra, go, Percy said. You're the only one who can go unnoticed.

Mothra nodded, and with a twirl, morphed into a small glowing butterfly, and fluttered under the seats to the front of the bus.

As soon as the Furies reached the trio, they shriveled up and grew claws, their bags turning into fiery whips as they snarled at the demigods.

"Where is it? Where?" the Furies hissed, giving no heed to the screaming onlookers.

"Not here," Percy said, bitch slapping one of the demon grandmothers through the roof of the bus.

Golden dust fluttered down from the hole in the bus, and was scattered when the bus suddenly sped up, careening out of the end of the tunnel and through an exit. The passengers were flung around the bus as it sped through the streets and onto a dark, empty road.

The bus then spun around and crashed into a tree, and the doors were flung open as soon as it stopped moving. The passengers fled the bus while the Furies recovered.

Good job, Mothra, Percy thought.

The Furies eventually regained their balance and lashed their whips at Percy, but the whips were repelled by an invisible force, and hit their owners instead.

"Ow!" The Furies glared at the group of demigods. "Hades will have your soul! You will forever rot in the Fields of Punishment!"

Percy smashed the window open. "I think I'll consider it later, fucking glorified bats." He slammed one of the Furies into the ground. "I liked you better as a math teacher," Percy told Mrs. Dodds, who was now a pile of dust.

Thunder shook the bus, and the demigods scrambled out of the window, Mothra dashing out of the door.

"Our bags!" Grover said.

"I got them," Percy said, raising an empty hand. "Or maybe not."

A massive lightning bolt shredded through the bus, turning it into a crater filled with molten slag. The last remaining Fury screeched as it was electrocuted, but more from anger than from pain.

"She's calling for reinforcements!" Annabeth said.

Grover ran. "Run!"

The demigods and kaiju followed him without complaint.

Grover and Annabeth stumbled their way through the forest, dragging Percy and Mothra as fast as they could, heading away from the Hudson.

"No food, money, or clothes. Great. Just great," Annabeth sighed.

"My tin cans," Grover bleated sadly. "A perfectly good bag of tin cans."

They trudged through the woods silently for another mile or so until Percy picked up the scent of food. His stomach growled, shaking the ground slightly. "I smell food." Percy perched Mothra on his shoulder and marched forward as Mothra glowed, lighting up the way. "Follow me."

Grover sighed. "And I was just about to play a 'find path' song!"

They kept walking forward until they reached a deserted road. A warehouse was on the other side of the road, surrounded by neon lights and the smell of fast food. There was a neon sign above the gate of the building, but it was impossible for Annabeth or Percy to read, since they were both dyslexic.

"What does it say?" Percy asked.

"I don't know," Annabeth said.

"Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium," Grover and Mothra answered in sync.

Percy noticed two ugly gnome statues flanking either side of the gate.

Ugly ass runts. They're tricky little things, and they smell horrible, Godzilla said.

Language! Mothra reprimanded Godzilla.

This place smells weird.

There's a monster inside.

Annabeth looked past the gate. "The lights are on. Maybe it's open."

"Food," Percy said.

"Food," Annabeth agreed.

"Food," Mothra added.

"Guys!" Grover said. "Are you crazy? This place smells fishy."

Everyone ignored him. They entered the lot and headed down a short path that was flanked by dozens of stone statues of animals, people, and a satyr that creeped out Grover.

Grover bleated nervously. "That statue looks like Uncle Ferdinand!"

They soon stepped up to the warehouse doors.

"Don't knock," Grover begged. "I smell monsters inside."

Percy knocked on the door. "I know. I smell it too. But first…"

"Burgers," Annabeth finished.

"I'm a vegetarian!" Grover said.

Just then, the door creaked open, and a tall woman stepped out. She was covered head to toe in a long robe, and her face was completely veiled, leaving only her tanned hands revealed.

She looked at them curiously. "It is too late for you children to be out all alone," she said. "Where are your parents?"

"Ah…" Annabeth struggled to get a suitable backstory out.

"Our bus crashed," Mothra said. "We're tourists, but our bus driver sped out of control and crashed a few hours ago. We're trying to get to the nearest city, but we got lost, and ended up here."

"Oh, my dears, you must be hungry after that ordeal," the woman said. "I am Aunty Em. Please, come in, come in. There is a dining area in the back."

They stepped into the warehouse, and headed to the back. The entire place was filled with life-sized statues, each one completely different from the other. The statues' eyes followed their movement, and a barely audible click was heard as Aunty Em locked the door behind them. The four of them sat down at one of the steel picnic tables.

"Um, we don't have money, ma'am," Grover said nervously.

Aunty Em waved it away. "No, no, my dears. It is my treat, for such nice children."

"Thank you," Annabeth said.

Percy noticed the way Aunty Em stiffened for a moment, before relaxing. "It is quite all right, Annabeth."

Percy's eyes narrowed.

Soon enough, all of them except for Grover were stuffing their faces with food. Grover picked at the fries and the wax paper nervously.

Percy heard a hissing sound, and so did Grover, seeing the satyr slightly flinch. As they ate, Aunty Em sat in front of them, sitting forward as she watched the four of them eat.

"You sell gnomes, right?" Percy asked.

Aunty Em nodded. "Yes, my dear. I sell statues of animals and people too. It's very popular."

"You must make a killing, huh?"

Aunty Em stiffened. "Not so much anymore. Not many go this way now."

Percy looked at a statue, which was stuck with a terrified expression on its face. "What happened to that one?"

"The face is always the hardest to get right. They do not turn well. I used to have two sisters who would help me with these statues, but they have passed on."

"Two sisters, huh?" Percy asked. Annabeth sat forward. "Would you three be called… the Gorgons?"

Aunty Em hissed behind her veil. "Whatever are you talking about?"

Percy stood up. "There's no need to hide it. Isn't it obvious? Hissing. Hiding behind that veil. All the statues with those terrified faces. You're–"

"–Medusa," Annabeth cut in. "Aunty M. Of course!"

Medusa shot out of her seat. "You have found me out? Well then, there's no more need to keep this cursed veil on me now!"

"Look away!" Annabeth shouted, turning herself invisible as Grover scrambled away.

There is no need for us to look away, Little One, Godzilla said. The shield protects us.

When Medusa lifted her veil, Percy stared straight into Medusa's eyes. The monster's eyes widened. "How? How can you survive looking into my eyes? A-are you a god?"

Percy scratched his chin. "You could say that." He snapped his fingers. "Mothra!"

"Wha–" Medusa suddenly choked on her own words as a white streak appeared through her neck.

The monster disintegrated into golden dust, and her head detached from the rest of the body, rolling to a stop next to Percy's foot. A spoil of war.

He looked down at the head of Medusa. "At least you made good burgers." Then he stomped it flat, turning it into a gorey, green pancake. "It's safe now."

Annabeth reappeared and Grover came out of his hiding spot. Annabeth turned green at the sight of crushed brains oozing out of the remains of the head. "We're… we're gonna need a new plan."

Sorry if this chapter was kinda disappointing. I didn't change all that much, but I wanted to get this chapter out soon. Also, I want to thank all of you guys for your support! We've reached over 500 total followers on all of my stories combined, and reached over 6000 views on all my stories on ffn during the summer, even though I didn't update and 60 followers and nearly 4000 views on my stories on ao3! Once again, thank you! I will be updating all my fanfics randomly for this month and maybe for the next month, then we will be back on a regular schedule. See you in the next chapter!

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