Thunder and Blood

7

Percy

I could kill him right now, it would only take one swipe of my sword.

Over the past few years I've learned many ways to kill people. Since the showers are right beside me, I could easily drown him. Or I could cut his achilles heel, then his throat. Or just let him live. For now. He's a monster, he'll only come back.

"Tell me what you are." He presses on. I sigh, looking down. "I've seen you before, I don't know where, but I know I have."

I trace an "A" on the ground with the tip of my sword. "A" for Annabeth.

Gods, I miss her.

I look back up. "Honestly, Scott. Let's work together, just let me pass and I'll help you find your friend."

"Why should I believe you."

"Why shouldn't you? I mean look at me, you can't tell me I don't look trustable."

"You don't."

"Damn." I touch my heart. "That hurts."

"You just pulled a sword on me." He gestures to riptide. "Is that even a sword? It was a pen and then a sword..." he narrows his eyes. "Would it be a pensword or a swordpen?"

"I don't know." I cap it and it shrinks in my hand, becoming a pen once again. "I guess it would be a pensword." I shrug. "It's named Riptide."

"You named a pen?"

I wave it at him. "Pensword. It's a pensword. And yes, I named the pensword Riptide."

He makes a face. "Why would you-"

"Hey." I cut him off. "Don't disrespect the pensword. It has feelings too you know."

He stares at me for a moment. And then he shakes his head, smiling. "Who are you?" He asks, and this time he doesn't seem like he expects an answer. But I give him one anyways.

"Percy Jackson. Nice to meet you." I hold out my hand to shake, but he just stares at me, gaping.

"Percy Jackson?! As in the Percy Jackson that blew up a bus and set his school on fire?" He asks.

I nod. "The one and only."

"Holy shit dude. You're famous. Stiles was obsessed with you a few years ago, he wanted to meet you so bad."

I hesitate. "Why?"

"You're literally his idol, you were in the paper like everyday, like when you got kidnapped and had a rifle fight on the beach. He told me everything."

I nod, unknowing that I was this popular. I change the topic. "So this Stiles, are you sure he's not possessed right now?"

Scott nods. "He-" he stops. "He was last seen at the hospital, getting an MRI."

"Then let's start there." I pull my shirt back off, grabbing my new sweatshirt and putting it back on. I hated those uniforms anyways.

"We can't just leave school." He says

"Sure we can, why not?"

"Um-"

"You're a monster, you never actually went to Beacon Hills High, it's just the mist. As soon as you're gone the teachers will forget you ever came here."

He seems confused. "Monsters?"

"Yeah... at least that's what Chiron said."

"Chiron?"

"Yeah, the one who sent me on this quest-" I stop myself. "I mean, um, vacation."

"Right. Okay."

"You are a monster, aren't you?"

"I'm a werewolf, so I guess so."

A werewolf? I almost step back. "Is Stiles a-"

"No. He's human... or at least he used to be."

Good. I don't care what Chiron says, I'm not bringing a werewolf into Camp Halfblood. "Get changed. We're going to go find him." I say. And not a second later, Isaac runs into the room, slightly out of breath, his eyes wide.

"What is it?" Scott asks him, putting a hand on the kid's shoulder. "Isaac."

"Stiles-" he manages between breaths. "Stiles is here."