The Dark Percy Jackson

04 - Perseus Jackson, The Milk Whisperer

As soon as I realized I was manipulating milk, the milk spilt all over Luke's pants. 

"Aiiie!" he shrieks. Luke looks up. "Oh, no..."

Luke gets up and four turkey slices fall to the ground. A boy pokes his head out of the window.

"Aiiie!" he shrieks. Luke looks up. "OH, NO..."

"Let's get going."

We climb the fence and leave some turkey slices in a random person's backyard.

Then, a figure bursts through the grass. 

"Percy!"

I back away from him. He was a tall, slim guy with spiky black hair. "How do you know my name?"

"You need to get back to camp," he hisses.

"Ethan," Luke mumbles.

"Luke. Percy. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for wh-"

SPAK! Quick as a flash, Ethan drives a syringe into my shoulder. The last thing I remember is Ethan looming over me before I blacked out.

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"Percy! Wake up!"

The syringe kid was standing next to a blonde girl with grey eyes.

"Percy," Ethan goes on. "We're taking you back to camp."

No, you're not, I thought.

"No, you're not," I said.

"Yes, we are," the blonde girl snapped. 

I grit my teeth. "I'm leaving. Bye."

The blonde raises an eyebrow. "You're tied to a bed. You're going to escape, here, right in front of us?"

"Yeah."

She laughs. "You and what army?"

I look her right in the eye, which took more effort than I thought it would. "Duck."

In unison, they spin around and squat as a wave of water slams into me, catapulting me though a wall and into a tree. The blonde girl, quick as a flash, jumps outside and draws her dagger.

"Stay still," she hissed, inching toward me with the tip of her dagger at pointing my heart. I step forward and the ropes shatter like gummy worms. 

"Annabeth!" Ethan's voice rang from inside. "Help!"

She levels a glare at me and backs away. I risk a triumphant grin. "I win."

Annabeth gives me a We'll Meet Again When This Dagger is in Your Remaining Eyeball, Blackbeard look. Then she slinks away into the decimated building.

Luke appears beside me and claps me on the back like a proud parent. "You did good," he chuckles. 

"That blonde," I add, "is scary."

"Someone is in love with that blonde." Luke sighed.

"Me? I'm no-"

"No," he interrupts. "Me."

That took me aback a bit, but I wasn't going to show it. "You have a deathwish?" I laugh. Luke sheathes his dagger and motions vaguely away from the building. "We'd better get going or I'm going to be stabbed by Annabeth before I get to ask her out."