The Kiss Of Death - A Percy Jackson And The Sea Of Monsters Fanfiction

2 - I Barter an Eye

Annabeth was waiting for us in an alley down Church Street. She pulled Tyson and Percy off the sidewalk just as a fire truck screamed past, heading for Meriwether Prep.

"Where'd you find him?" she demanded, pointing at Tyson.

Now, under different circumstances, I would've been really happy to see her. We were great friends and all, but Percy had just been attacked by cannibal giants, Tyson had saved his life three or four times, and all Annabeth could do was glare at him like he was the problem.

"He's my friend," Percy told her.

"Is he homeless?"

"What does that have to do with anything? He can hear you, you know. Why don't you ask him?"

She looked surprised. "He can talk?"

"I talk," Tyson admitted. "You are pretty."

"Ah! Gross!" Annabeth stepped away from him. I couldn't believe she was being so rude. Percy examined Tyson's hands, which he was sure must've been badly scorched by the flaming dodge balls, but they looked fine – grimy and scarred, with dirty fingernails the size of potato chips – but I was sure they always looked like that.

"Tyson," he said in disbelief. "Your hands aren't even burned."

"Of course not," I said. "I'm surprised the Laistrygonians had the guts to attack you with him around." Tyson seemed fascinated by Annabeth's blonde hair. He tried to touch it, but she smacked his hand away.

"Guys," Percy said, "what are you talking about? Laistry-what?"

"Laistrygonians. The monsters in the gym. They're a race of giant cannibals who live in the far north. Odysseus ran into them once, but I've never seen them as far south as New York before." I explained.

"Laistry-I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?" Percy asked.

Annabeth thought about it for a moment. "Canadians," she decided. "Now come on, we have to get out of here."

"The police'll be after us."

"That's the least of our problems," she said. "Have you been having the dreams?"

"The dreams ... about Grover?" Percy asked.

Huh.

Her face turned pale. "Grover? No, what about Grover?"

He told us his dream. "Why? What were you dreaming about?"

Her eyes looked stormy, like her mind was racing a million miles an hour. "Camp," she said at last. "Big trouble at camp."

"My mom was saying the same thing! But what kind of trouble?" Percy asked.

"What the hell?" I asked, "I haven't gotten any dreams!"

"I don't know exactly. Something's wrong. We have to get there right away. Monsters have been chasing me all the way from Virginia, trying to stop me. Have you had a lot of attacks?" Annabeth asked.

No, I haven't. I go to school with the children of evil gods, titans and long banished primordial entities. No monster in their right mind would come within a mile of us.

Percy shook his head. "None all year ... until today."

"None? But how ..." My eyes drifted to Tyson. "Oh."

"What do you mean, 'oh'?" Percy asked.

Tyson raised his hand like he was still in class. "Canadians in the gym called Percy something ... Son of the Sea God?"