Three Cheers For Percy Jackson

     Percy drove through the empty streets. He needed to get away. The chasing cop cars wouldn't let up their chase. No matter what he did.

     Thalia sat next to him. She kept her eyes trained forward, only glancing into the rearview mirror every once in a while. She bit her lip so hard it drew blood.

     They didn't understand. Why all this chase for their love? Was it really that bad that they were together? Really?

     The cops sped after them. The ones in passenger seats rolled down the windows and leaned out of them. They pulled out pistols and took aim. They fired out of the tires of the leading vehicle.

     One of the back tires blew out, causing Percy to curse. He pulled the steering wheel, drifting into a parking lot. He didn't bother to turn the car off, or even park.

     "Inside the hotel." He told his lover, before getting out of the car.

     They ran into the hotel, just as their car was blown up. The couple went towards the elevator, only for Thalia to be shot in the back of the head. She fell to the ground, dead. Percy was stunned, only for him to be shot in the back of the head as well.

     His eyes closed as he looked at Thalia. Then he was dead.

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     Percy woke up in a grey forest. The sunlight broke through the trees, but only very little. The forest was silent. Not a single animal or bug in sight. He was truly alone.

     Leaves crunched under his feet as he walked through the forest. He passed trees as he wandered aimlessly. He wanted to find something, anything. Something that wasn't a plant of some kind. He would take mosquitoes over silence.

     It wasn't until he was almost unconscious from lack of water that something happened. A shadowy figure lounged against a tree. Percy felt full of hope. He gathered the strength to stand.

     "Hello?" He croaked.

     The figure came closer and out of the shadows. Percy's eyes widened as he recognized the face. It was him, but also not. The eyes were a little more red. There were two bumps in his forehead. He carried himself with grace, one that Percy didn't possess.

     "Who are you?" Percy asked hoarsely.

     The fake Percy held out a hand. "Name's Lucifer, but you can call me the Devil."

     "What do you want?"

     The Devil chuckled. "What do you want? If you've come here, then obviously you have devotion to something. Or maybe someone?"

     "Thalia. Is she okay?"

     "Is being in Hell okay?" The Devil mocked.

     "Bastard!"

     The Devil tutted. "You only have yourself to blame. Don't go blaming my holy name."

     "You're the cause of all evil in mortals, right?"

     The Devil shrugged. "What does it matter? You're dead, and therefore, no longer mortal. No need to bother yourself with it."

     "You dick."

     "I'm a fallen angel. Angels don't have genitals." The Devil was deadpanning.

     "So what? You're here to torture me? Is this Hell?"

     The Devil pointed to some gates at the edge of the forest. "That's Hell. You, my friend, are in Purgatory. You will remain here, bored, aimlessly wandering. Though you could go to the top of the mountain, where Heaven lies. And of course, there is the other option."