Dealing with Drama

Happy Halloween: Part 1

AN: Okay, now it's guaranteed that the dates mentioned in the story are messed up. Don't hold it against me, this is a 300K book so far, and is aiming for 500K. The devil's in the details, as they say.

Alright, so. I know it isn't Halloween, that was three months ago, but meh.

This time, it's what many of you have been waiting for, Nyx!

Time: Halloween, Idk which year

Percy did not regret it one bit.

What, you ask.

The sexy Primordial screaming her head off beside him, barely audible over the heavy metal he was blasting.

He didn't regret it one bit.

It would have been still somewhat normal, at least from an outsider's perspective, if it hadn't been for Percy's sexy-as-fuck ride.

And no, he wasn't talking about Nyx, though she was sexy-as-fuck, too.

No, he was talking about the car he was driving.

It was Halloween, Samhain, the night of the dead, whatever you wanted to call it. Tonight, the spirits of the deceased walked the Earth, the lines between the dead and the living thinned, and lost souls from the Fields of Asphodel could walk the Earth once again, searching for themselves once again, if only for a night.

But more than that, it marked the best festival for miles around, and Percy was in. Will and Nico were already waiting for him at the festival, held in the middle of Greenwich Village, Manhattan. They had already met Nyx, now they only had to meet his new ride.

Yeah, the ride he was boasting of so much.

He sat atop what looked like the product of a metalhead quadbike and a goth hotrod's crossbreeding beefed up on steroids, the central attraction of any goth/metalhead's wet dream, full of spikes, skulls and chains and other fun stuff.

There was no hood or windscreen, its top, a few feet from the ground, like a double seater quadbike, allowing the wind to buffet his face, messing up his raven hair, even more, its gentle hand caressing him, ruffling his clothes and cooling him down just a tad bit from the excitement.

The chassis was somewhere between a hot rod and a tank, with spikes going out from the sides like a reinforced zombie apocalypse vehicle, the metal going through the displayed skulls of different animals, bound together by thick, heavy chains that jingled and clanged. And on the front, forming the hood over the engine, was an enormous human cranium, made of metal, of course, and polished with ivory and sandpaper to give it a real bone feel. It had two rows of spikes going all along the skull, to make it look tougher, and the headlights were located in the orbit, where the eyes should have gone. The wheels, going where the mandible should have been, were also spiked in the sides, thick quadbike tires. Exhaust pipes emerged from the sides, sticking out of the back of the monstrosity like in a hotrod, occasionally belching flame, red, blue, green and purple.

Alright, he might have slipped something... not strictly mortal, but hey.

And whirring within the confines of the metal cranium was an assortment of engines and gadgets and parts that would have worked better as an execution/torture method, but somehow managed to power the unholy amalgamation, faster than a supercar and stronger than a riot van. It was controlled like a car, too, giving Percy a weird but awesome feeling as he gripped the steering wheel, designed to look like a ram skull, tightly, his foot never leaving the accelerator. It felt weird, because even though the chassis was that of a massive car, Percy felt like he was sitting on an oversized quadbike, what with all the wind and the exposed seats and controls, but it was controlled by a steering wheel. Leo had really outdone himself with this one.