Answers to reviews:
ArtistGamerMage: Nothing wrong with taking the clothing appearance, it's simple and what Jakob will wear for the remainder of the story... though I was thinking of a more Rambo-looking style of clothes including a black tanktop and black cargo pants and military boots.
jedblack1997: Maybe during or after the Titan's Curse storyline, not sure yet... for the demigods meeting the dwarves part, I mean. Not sure when I'll have Lunda or Freyr show up.
spiderfanboi: Hmm, I'll think about it. Never really seen One Piece, so I do not know what you're talking about. I'll search it up on Youtube to get the gist of what this Devil Fruit can do.
Bromega2477: I'm pretty sure the Norns would make it hard for anyone to find them as they did for Kratos in God of War 5.
Arch-Angel-Writer: No, it's all in one.
Hate57468: I'm not sure, I'll think about it.
Nero Angelo Constantine: Maybe.
Asharzal: Isn't fifteen girls enough?
superpierce: Thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own God of War or Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I only own the OC Jakob Thorsson.
"Here." Annabeth stopped us on the corner of Thomas and Trimble. She fished around in her backpack. "I hope I have one left."
"Have what?" Jakob asked, taking note of Annabeth's appearance, aside from the fact she's aged up so her birthday must've passed, same with Andromeda. They were all thirteen-year old demigods now.
Annabeth looked even worse than he had realized at first. Her chin was cut. Twigs and grass were tangled in her ponytail, as if she'd slept several nights in the open. The slashes on the hems of her jeans looked suspiciously like claw marks. Jakob wondered what the girl had been through before he met up with her.
"What are you looking for?" Andromeda repeated Jakob's question. All around them, sirens wailed. Andromeda figured it wouldn't be long before more cops cruised by, looking for juvenile delinquent gym-bombers. No doubt Matt Sloan had given them a statement by now. He'd probably twisted the story around so that Tyson and Andromeda were the bloodthirsty cannibals.
"Found one. Thank the gods." Annabeth pulled out a gold coin that they recognized as a drachma, the currency of Mount Olympus. It had Zeus's likeness stamped on one side and the Empire State Building on the other.
"Annabeth," Andromeda said, "New York taxi drivers won't take that."
"Stêthi," she shouted in Ancient Greek. "Ô hárma diabolês!"
Jakob's eyebrow raised in surprise. "Chariot of Damnation?" he asked, though she didn't answer. She threw her coin into the street, but instead of clattering on the asphalt, the drachma sank right through and disappeared. Where the coin had fallen, the asphalt darkened. It melted into a rectangular pool about the size of a parking space-bubbling red liquid like blood. Then a car erupted from the ooze.
It was a taxi, all right, but unlike every other taxi in New York, it wasn't yellow. It was smoky gray. I mean it looked like it was woven out of smoke, like you could walk right through it. There were words printed on the door-something like GYAR SSIRES-but with their dyslexia made it hard for them to decipher what it said.
The passenger window rolled down, and an old woman stuck her head out. She had a mop of grizzled hair covering her eyes, and she spoke in a weird mumbling way, like she'd just had a shot of Novocain. "Passage? Passage?"
"Four to Camp Half-Blood." Annabeth said. She opened the cab's back door and waved at them to get in, like this was all completely normal.
"Ach!" the old woman screeched. "We don't take his kind!" She pointed a bony finger at Tyson.
"He's coming with us," Jakob said firmly, his eyes narrowed. He didn't trust the cyclops but if he protected Andromeda from any monsters, then he was okay in his book.
"I'll pay you 4 more drachmas on arrival," Annabeth added.
"Done!" the woman screamed. Reluctantly, Andromeda got in, followed by Tyson, Jakob, and then Annabeth as the last one to get in.
The interior was also smoky gray, but it felt solid enough. The seat was cracked and lumpy, no different than most taxis. There was no Plexiglas screen separating us from the old lady driving ... Wait a minute. There wasn't just one old lady. There were three, all crammed in the front seat, each with stringy hair covering her eyes, bony hands, and a charcoal-colored sackcloth dress.
The one driving said, "Long Island! Out-of-metro fare bonus! Ha!"
"I don't think I'm going to enjoy this," Jakob muttered in his squished position between Annabeth and Tyson. At least he was sitting next to a pretty girl.
The old hag floored the accelerator, and Jakob's head slammed against the backrest. A prerecorded voice came on over the speaker: Hi, this is Ganymede, cup-bearer to Zeus, and when I'm out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!"
The cab sped around the corner of West Broadway, and the grey lady sitting in the middle screeched, "Look out! Go left!"
"Well, if you'd give me the eye, Tempest, I could see that!" the driver complained.
Practically all the demigods were fearing for their safety. Just what the hell did they agree to? The driver swerved to avoid an oncoming delivery truck, ran over the curb with a jaw-rattling thump, and flew into the next block.
"Wasp!" the third lady said to the driver. "Give me the girl's coin! I want to bite it."
"You bit it last time, Anger!" said the driver, whose name must've been Wasp. "It's my turn!"
"Is not!" yelled the one called Anger.
The middle one, Tempest, screamed, "Red light!"
"Brake!" yelled Anger.
Instead, Wasp floored the accelerator and rode up on the curb, screeching around another corner, and knocking over a newspaper box. She left Andromeda's stomach somewhere back on Broome Street.
Jakob held his hand to his mouth, feeling like he was going to puke. "I think I'm going to be sick," he muttered, cheeks bulging.
"Don't get it on me!" Annabeth screeched.
"Excuse me," Andromeda said to the old hags. "But... can you see?"
"No!" screamed Wasp from behind the wheel.
"No!" screamed Tempest from the middle.
"Of course!" screamed Anger by the shotgun window.
Turning to Annabeth, who usually had all the answers, seeing Jakob was trying not to hurl his lunch. "They're blind?"
"Not completely," Annabeth said. "They have an eye."
"One eye?"
"Yeah."
"Each?"
"No. One eye total."
"Not feel so good!" Tyson moaned out.
"I agree with you!" Jakob groaned, hearing the conversation. Why did he agree to this? He'd prefer flying with all three passengers on his back than this!
The three grey ladies were too busy squabbling to pay them any attention. Andromeda looked over at Annabeth, who was hanging on for dear life, and she gave her a why-did-you-do-this-to-me look.
"Hey," she said, "Gray Sisters Taxi is the fastest way to camp."
"Bullshit!" Jakob called out, glaring at Annabeth. "I probably could've flown the whole way easily. And I would at least be safer."
"Didn't yu not mention how Zeus might've blasted you from the sky?"
"It would be like a tickle!"
"Not for us! Could you carry all of us at once and fly, anyway?" Annabeth retorted. "What are you, Superman?"
"It'd still be better than going inside this fucking death trap!"
"Why didn't you take it from Virginia, then?" Andromeda asked Annabeth.
"That's outside their service area," she said, like that should be obvious. "They only serve Greater New York and surrounding communities."
"I would rather fly," Jakob muttered at the back, feeling bile rush to his throat quickly.
"We've had famous people in this cab!" Anger exclaimed. "Jason! You remember him?"
"Don't remind me!" Wasp wailed. "And we didn't have a cab back then, you old bat. That was three thousand years ago!"
"Give me the tooth!" Anger tried to grab at Wasp's mouth, but Wasp swatted her hand away.
"Only if Tempest gives me the eye!"
"No!" Tempest screeched. "You had it yesterday!"
"But I'm driving, you old hag!"
"Excuses! Turn! That was your turn!"
"Will you three shut up and try to control this damn thing?!" Jakob called from the back, still holding his bile.
"Mmmph. So rude, this one," Anger retorted. "Like the rest of his kind!"
"Damn Aesir." Wasp scoffed.
"Want to see us when we're thirsty for battle and carnage?" Jakob threatened, a little annoyed at being insulted. Yeah, he knew the Aesir weren't exactly the best as they are known for their desire and lust for battle, as well as the carnage and bloodshed that follows.
"Don't try and pick a fight." Annabeth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Wasp swerved hard onto Delancey Street, squishing Andromeda between Tyson and the door. She punched the gas and they shot up the Williamsburg Bridge at seventy miles an hour.
The three sisters were fighting for real now, slapping each other as Anger tried to grab at Wasp's face and Wasp tried to grab at Tempest's. With their hair flying and their mouths open, screaming at each other, Andromeda and Jakob realized that none of the sisters had any teeth except for Wasp, who had one mossy yellow incisor. Instead of eyes, they just had closed, sunken eyelids, except for Anger, who had one bloodshot green eye that stared at everything hungrily, as if it couldn't get enough of anything it saw.
Finally Anger, who had the advantage of sight, managed to yank the tooth out of her sister Wasp's mouth. This made Wasp so mad she swerved toward the edge of the Williamsburg Bridge, yelling, "'Ivit back! 'Ivit back!"
Tyson groaned and clutched his stomach.
"Uh, if anybody's interested," Andromeda said, "we're going to die!"
"Don't worry," Annabeth told them, sounding pretty worried. "The Gray Sisters know what they're doing. They're really very wise."
"Yes, wise!" Anger grinned in the rear view mirror, showing off her newly acquired tooth. "We know things!"
"Every street in Manhattan!" Wasp bragged, still hitting her sister. "The capital of Nepal!"
"The location you seek!" Tempest added.
Immediately her sisters pummeled her from either side, screaming, "Be quiet! Be quiet! They didn't even ask yet!"
"Are you sure they're wise?" Jakob asked Annabeth. "Because, quite frankly, I find them bat shit insane."
"Just trust me!" She replied as the car swerved again and this time two demigods butt heads, screaming out in pain.
"What?" Andromeda said, asking what the Gray Sister meant. "What location? I'm not seeking any-"
"Nothing!" Tempest said. "You're right, girl. It's nothing!"
"Tell me."
"No!" they all screamed.
"The last time we told, it was horrible!" Tempest said.
"Eye tossed in a lake!" Anger agreed.
"Years to find it again!" Wasp moaned. "And speaking of that-give it back!"
"No!" yelled Anger.
"Eye!" Wasp yelled. "Gimme!"
She whacked her sister Anger on the back. There was a sickening pop and something flew out of Anger's face. Anger fumbled for it, trying to catch it, but she only managed to bat it with the back of her hand. The slimy green orb sailed over her shoulder, into the backseat, and straight into Andromeda's lap.
Said girl jumped so high at this in fright.
"I can't see!" all three sisters yelled.
"Give me the eye!" Wasp wailed.
"Give her the eye!" Annabeth screamed.
"I don't have it!" Andromeda said.
"There, by your foot," Annabeth said. "Don't step on it! Get it!"
"I'm not picking that up!"
"Oh for-give me the damn thing!" Jakob said, reaching to grab it.
The taxi slammed against the guardrail and skidded along with a horrible grinding noise. The whole car shuddered, billowing gray smoke as if it were about to dissolve from the strain.
"Going to be sick!" Tyson warned.
"Don't get it on me!" Jakob yelled out.
"Annabeth," Andromeda yelled, "let Tyson use your backpack!"
"Are you crazy? Get the eye!"
"I would if those three nutjobs in the front would stop with the Vin Diesel driving!" Jakob retorted.
Wasp yanked the wheel, and the taxi swerved away from the rail. They hurtled down the bridge toward Brooklyn, going faster than any human taxi. The Gray Sisters screeched and pummeled each other and cried out for their eye.
"Got it!" Jakob said as he grabbed the eye, not even fazed by it as he had dealt with worse. He once buried his hands in the guts of a troll.
The smell was worse than the sight.
"Nice boy!" Anger cried, as if she somehow knew he had her missing eye. "Give it back!"
"Not until you explain," Jakob told her. "What were you talking about, the location she seeks? I'm curious."
"No time!" Tempest cried. "Accelerating!"
"Well, decelerate if you want your eye back!" he retorted.
The group looked out the window. Sure enough, trees and cars and whole neighborhoods were now zipping by in a grey blur. They were already out of Brooklyn, heading through the middle of Long Island.
"Jakob, give them back the eye," Annabeth warned, "They can't find our destination without the eye. We'll just keep accelerating until we break into a million pieces."
"Not until they tell us what we need to know," Jakob insisted, making Annabeth pale. "I didn't plan to go on this hellish ride and not get something out of it. Now tell us or I will throw this thing out, maybe I'll even crush it in my hand."
"Wait!" the Gray Sisters screamed. "30, 31, 75, 12!" They belted it out like a quarterback calling a play.
"What do you mean?" Andromeda asked while Jakob looked confused. "That makes no sense!"
"30, 31, 75, 12!" Anger wailed. "That's all we can tell you. Now give us the eye! Almost to camp!"
They were off the highway now, zipping through the countryside of northern Long Island. Jakob could see Half-Blood Hill ahead of them, with its giant pine tree at the crest - Thalia's tree.
"Jakob!" Annabeth screamed frantically. "Give them the eye now!"
"Ugh, fine," Jakob replied, seeing as he wasn't going to get a better answer then that. He tossed the eye at the old hags, which landed in Wasp's lap.
The old lady snatched it up, pushed it into her eye socket like somebody putting in a contact lens, and blinked. "Whoa!"
She slammed on the brakes. The taxi spun four or five times in a cloud of smoke and squealed to a halt in the middle of the farm road at the base of Half-Blood Hill.
Tyson let loose a huge belch. "Better now."
"Thank the void." Jakob muttered thankfully. He didn't want to deal with that mess.
"Oh... how can I be so nauseous without a stomach?" Mimir groaned, his eyes feeling like they were rolling around.
"All right," Andromeda told the Gray Sisters. "Now tell me what those numbers mean."
"No time!" Annabeth opened her door. "We have to get out now."
Andromeda looked at Annabeth with a confused looked on her face before she looked outside and gasped. Jakob looked shocked as he saw the mayhem.
At the crest of the hill was a group of campers. And they were under attack.
"I leave for one minute and this happens," Jakob muttered sarcastically before he bolted out the taxi, Leviathan Axe in hand...
And that's it for this chapter.
Harem: Silena Beauregard, Thalia Grace, Katie Gardner, Annabeth Chase, Andromeda Jackson (Female Percy), Bianca Di Angelo, Zoe Nightshade, Thrúd, Piper McLean, Hylla, Freya, Aphrodite, Artemis, Athena, Hestia, Skadi.