Freak || Percy Jackson x OC

One Hundred and Eighty-Six: How will he know???

PERCY

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Things were pretty okay until a big pink pig got on the loose.

"Take cover!" Jake Mason ordered.

Everyone dived away as the pig dove in.  The pig stomped around and tore down a bodega and claimed a demigod's leg as its victim, belching a cloud of noxious gas. Then it took off again, circling around for another strike.

"What the fuck is that thing?!" Percy demanded as the stupid pink pig soared in the sky.

"The Clazmonian Sow." Jake answered.

"Great. So, let me guess. Heracles beat it?"

Jake winced. "Uh... no. I don't think anyone's beaten it."

Percy nodded. "Perfect." He muttered.

The demigods only had a few seconds to recover. Percy had about five with him. The rest were deployed around the city, with a good chunk of them in Central Park, currently fighting the biggest chunk of the Titan army. Every time the sow belched, demigods covered their noses and eyes. It burned.

Percy had a really bright idea. No hero has ever beat it? Well, Percy was gonna charge the damn thing.

"That pig has got to go." He growled. He snatched a grappling hook from Jake Mason. "I'll take care of it. Hold the point! Defend! Push them back if the army comes close."

Jake gulped. "W-What if we can't?"

Percy saw how tired he was. It'd been a while since anyone slept or ate very well, since they were truly safe. He didn't want to leave his friends in such bad shape, but that sow was the biggest threat. It would destroy everything: buildings, trees, sleeping mortals. It had to be stopped.

"Retreat, but only if you need to." Percy said. "This area's been fine for now..." He trailed off. He had to admit, he found it suspicious that the area had been relatively empty all night until the stupid pig. He worried that with the pig released, the Titan army would funnel to this location. The demigods expressed that this army was huge. Percy prayed his other friends could hold it. He prayed that Sen was safe.

"Just take care of it." Percy ordered. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Before Percy could change his mind, he swung the grappling hook like a lasso. When the sow came down for its next pass, Percy threw with all his strength. The hook wrapped around the base of the pig's wing. It squealed in rage and veered off, yanking the rope and Percy into the sky.

If you're heading uptown from Chinatown, anyone would advise you to take the subway. Flying pigs are faster, but way more dangerous. Within no time, he was close to the Empire State Building again.

The sow soared past the Plaza Hotel, straight into the canyon of Fifth Avenue. Percy's brilliant plan was to climb the rope and get on the pig's back. Unfortunately, he was too busy swinging around dodging streetlamps and the sides of buildings.

Another thing Percy learned: it's one thing to climb a rope in gym class. It's a completely different thing to climb a rope attached to a moving pig's wing while you're flying at a hundred miles an hour.