Thunder and Blood

32

Stiles

I'm going to die. 

I know it, Percy knows it, and so does the girl that is currently watching me walk up to the monster. Even though I have just found out I have powers... which I still can't really comprehend, I probably couldn't kill this thing with a tank.

A few other campers stop and stare at me, giving me weird looks. I'm new, someone they've never seen before, and I'm also carrying a deadly weapon. But they don't try to stop me, despite how skinny and fragile I look. Ever since Percy made me heal myself with the glass of water, I feel stronger, like I can do anything. 

But I'm a son of Poseidon, of course water will give me power. 

As I'm walking, it occurs to me that Void must have known about my father the whole time. If he had known, why hadn't he used my powers? Why hadn't he drowned all of my friends when he had the chance? I stop walking, standing just outside the clearing where the hydra is. 

I had almost forgotten that Void has taken Percy. My childhood hero, the boy I always saw in the newspapers. But Percy seems somewhat normal, unlike I had been. Void is giving him more control, letting him choose some things for himself. Unlike he had with me. He made me follow his every command, the whole time I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. 

The hydra roars, startling me from my thoughts. 

I look up at it. 

And it is staring right back at me. 

It pays no mind to the other campers throwing spears at it, it's focus is solely on me. The scales on its neck rustle, steam coming out of its nostrils. It looks angry. 

At me? Gods, I hope not. 

But at the moment, I am the only living thing in its sights. 

I feel my legs start to move, carrying me towards it. I don't want to. I look back at Percy, pleading silently with my eyes as he urges me forward. He's more powerful than I could have ever imagined. 

Much more so than Void; and that's saying a lot coming from me. 

If Percy wanted to, he could control this whole camp, make them his slaves. I now see why losing his memory would be bad. Void could feed him lies, telling him that his friends are bad, and he won't know the difference between good and evil. With his bloodbending, he'd make every last one of them his puppets, and they wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. 

Percy pushes me onward, right up until I am standing directly in front of the beast. 

Holy cow. 

It's massive. 

Before I can even begin to prepare myself, its middle head lunges. I am frozen in place, but thankfully Percy has my back. He makes me dodge it. I roll to the side just as its jaws snap shut where I had been standing. It pulls back, annoyed than it had missed the first time. The next head, the one beside it, takes on the challenge. 

It snaps at me, as if trying to scare me. But it only comes close enough for me to feel its hot breath on my face. I want to run away, but Percy makes me hold my ground. I step to the side when it comes down again, piercing it in the eye with Percy's sword. It screeches, recoiling. As it lifts its head back up, I hold my grip on the sword. It pulls me with it, lifting me off the ground. 

Under Percy's control, I pull myself on top of the head. I take the blade out of its eye, raising it above my head. I stab downward, impaling the hydra head from the top, right into its brain.