Thunder and Blood

33

Stiles

The bronze sword pierces the thick skull cleanly, the hydra barely has any time to react before it's dead. It goes limp, falling to the ground. Just as it is about to hit the grass, I jump. I am thrown hard into the dirt, rolling twice before I stick my sword into the earth to stop myself from going any farther. 

I know that if you cut off one of the heads, another two grow back in its place. But no one has ever told me what happens to the hydra when you kill a head without cutting it off. I guess we're about to see. 

I pull the sword from the ground, both the blade and my arm coated in warm, sticky blood. I shudder, the thought of it almost enough to make me throw up my breakfast. Again, Percy stops me from doing so. I'm glad, I don't want my first impression here to be me puking my guts out.

My breathing is heavy, if it weren't for Percy, I probably would have passed out by now. 

But damn, I probably looked pretty badass up there. I need to remember to thank Percy before I die, I feel like we would've made good friends if we had met before all this. 

The hydra roars once more, sending shivers down my spine. I look up, one of the heads nudge the one I had killed, I feel something tug at my heart. I shove the feeling of pity deeper inside me until I can no longer feel it, and then I raise my swords once again. 

The hydra is slower now that it has to drag around an extra lifeless head. Which is good for me I guess. With Percy's help, I manage to do the same to two more of them, leaving one, two, three, four... basically a lot of heads. I give up on trying to count them, they keep moving and I can't keep track of which one is which. 

Most of the campers have stopped fighting it, instead now standing around watching me. 

But what they don't know, is that Percy is the one behind it. They don't know that he can bloodbend, it had even been a shock to Annabeth, his girlfriend. Though I don't like it, I have to admit it is pretty cool. 

And if he can do it, so can I. 

The human body is made up of 60% water, the plasma in our blood, the fluids in our brain and muscle. If I was able to move water, I should be able to move a person-

The next thing I know I'm falling through the air.

I had been knocked off the hydra, about to crash into the ground. I must have not been paying attention, caught up in my own thoughts. The sword flies out of my hand, falling alongside me. But right before I hit the ground, I stop, pausing in mid air.

I am about a few inches from the grass, hovering. 

Percy. 

I look up to find him walking forward, his hand out. He makes a motion, and I am swept upright, landing softly on my feet. His face is concentrated, unflinching as he continues towards me and the hydra. As he passes me he gives me a brief glance, nodding once in approval before turning his attention to the beast. 

It tries to sweep him off his feet with its tail, but before it touches him, the hydra stops moving all together. Percy is controlling it. I watch in awe as he makes another gesture, causing the monster to cry out in pain. The hydra's skin begins to move, its scaly neck, its leathery underbelly, all of it seems to ripple as though it were made of water. 

All eyes are on Percy. And he knows it.

Void loves being the center of attention, this is the best way to get it. 

Percy brings his other hand up, making the same motions he had when he had killed the two beasts in Scott's front yard. He tilts his head, focusing on the hydra and the hydra alone. It is still crying out in agony, blood beginning to drip from its face. I watch as its eyes leak dark red, the same with its nose and mouth. The blood drips down its scales, creating a river of crimson running down its neck. 

And then it goes silent.