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(Percy) (12)
I was running through the Streets of New York.
I had torn Nancy Bobafit’s hand off, and…
What I did to Mrs. Dodds…
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME???
I clutched my stomach as liquid began to pull against me.
Gabe’s voice.
A shattering of glass, a snapping of a belt.
I touched my nose, flinching as I put too much pressure on it.
I struggled to breathe until the feeling passed.
I felt something.
In my spine.
The fin on my back perked up, poking out from under my sweater.
After Mr. Brunner threw that Pen at me, and I…
After Mr. Brunner threw that pen, I ran away.
They had seen it.
Seen it!
I could see it in their eyes.
The fear as Grover backed away.
Panic on Mr. Brunner.
I followed my instincts.
Mauntauk.
I knew this place.
Mom took me here a lot.
I felt something.
Smelt, Something, in the water.
I looked around, and hustled over to the waves lapping lazily along the shore, as against the raging storm that had seemed to start after…
I looked at my hands.
They hadn’t gone back yet.
They were sharp, serrated, webbed.
And covered in Blood.
I could taste it, in my mouth, Blood, and something else.
Something not human.
“Percy.” I looked out to the sea.
A voice had called my name.
It…
It was deep, resonating, it was like the sound of an earthquake, without the destruction.
I moved, closer to the water.
It felt better.
My legs felt numb.
It was calling to me.
The ocean wished me to go to it.
To go home.
“PERCY!?” I snapped out of the trance, staring back at my mother, who had opened the door to the Cabin she always stayed in when her and Gabe got into Fights that were too big to sleep in the same room.
To sleep in the same house.
Lightning struck, knocking the car off course, into the woods.
I pulled Grover away, helping my mom up.
Then I saw it, Illuminated by the Light of the overturned Camaro.
“Minotaur, Asterion.” I muttered.
“Percy, Names have Power, you need to watch what you say, Get to camp, they’ll… They’re our only option, at this point.” My mom admitted.
I watched as my mom dodged the Minotaur, I watched, I couldn’t help.
I had gotten Grover into the Boundary, but couldn’t quite push in, it was like there was Cellophane keeping me out.
I heard a scream, and looked back in frozen fear as the Minotaur raised my mom into the air.
And began to squeeze.
“No, NO!” I called out, and the rain stopped, the ground shook, the wind whipped.
“MOM!” I cried out, and she looked at me, her face wasn’t one of pain, or of fear, or any of that.
It was Regret.
It was sorrowful.
She wanted me to be more than…
This.
She made eye contact with me as she faded into dust.
The only person who thought I was more than what I was.
And she was just…
Gone.
I was tired.
Of playing the Scared kid.
My mom was dead for it!
I looked at the Minotaur, and scowled.
It charged.
(Atty) (12)
“So, I think you’d look good in just about anything, but colorwise… Greens are probably better than blue…” My mom rolled her eyes.
“Is that an Aphrodite thing, or a Jackson thing?” I scoffed as I grabbed the closest set of Cargo pants.
All my old clothes were too big now, and it looked cute enough that Aphrodite was just letting me deal with that.
Which included my shoes.
Which was good, but they were about three times the size of my feet.
Which was bad.
It was… weird.
I wasn’t a fish anymore.
My nose wasn’t broken anymore.
I shuddered.
It was also new to not be feeling such a Blood-Gluttony.
It was nice.
(Atty) (13)
Blood painted the streets red as I Slithered down the roads, the Gore of seventy people hung loosely from my fingers and claws, my fins, my teeth, my whole body was covered in red.
Not that anyone could tell, considering the mist.
I could smell them, Bianca, like Bones, blood, and a fair bit of woods, Taylor, Trees, pine, mostly, a nice steak, oh! And some Ozone, too! Zoe, the scent of salt, covered by leaves, eucalyptus, and dirt.
I could feel their desperation.
I could hear Taylor’s rage.
I could see the Mercenaries. And my friends.
I cleared my head.
I threw Riptide into the back of the Manticore, and slithered up behind him, pulling the sword out of place.
(Atty) (15)
I looked at the ground as Kronos, in the body of Luke, opened the door to the Castellan home.
“Oh! Honey? Did you come back?” she asked as she turned, her glowing eyes locking onto us.
“Oh… no. ” she realised.
Too late.
I closed my eyes as the eel heads tore into her flesh, tearing her apart, destroying her kitchen in the process.
“Good job.” Kronos Grinned as he led me away.
I couldn’t even bring myself to care that I had killed her.
(Atalanta) (???)
I sipped the Coffee that Sally Jackson had given me.
It was very awkward.
“Thank you for telling me.” she told me, standing as she went to look out the window.
“It’s not an issue, Miss.” I swallowed.
“Please, there’s no need for so much Formality, Call me Sally.” she told me.
“Sally, I come… bearing News about Atty.” I started, leaving a pause for what I knew was coming.
“...Who?”