Basorexia (n.)
The overwhelming desire to kiss
Aster Romano is a son of darkness itself. He is the social outcast, that is intill Percy Jackson shows up and takes the him under his wing. Aster grows a strong bond with Jackson and even Annabeth, who...
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Basorexia (n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss
"For Zeus!"
He's definitely a goner, I thought to myself as Thalia jabbed at his head, the manticore to be clear, but he snarled and swatted the spear aside. His hand changed into an orange paw, with enormous claws that sparked against Thalia's shield as he slashed.
If it hadn't been for Aegis, Thalia would've been sliced like a loaf of bread. I pried my eyes off the battle and took Percy's place of watching over the new half-bloods. The sound of the helicopter was getting louder behind me, but I didn't dare look.
Dr. Thorn launched another volley of missiles at Thalia, and this time I could see how he did it. He had a tail-a leathery, ugly scorpion like tail that bristled with spikes at the tip. The missiles deflected off Aegis, but the force of their impact knocked Thalia down.
"That'll hurt in the morning!" I yelled placing myself in front of the siblings. "Not now Aster!" She called getting back up to her feet unsteady, but I could see a small smile on her face. Grover sprang forward trying to buy Thalia time while she recovered. I took the time to turn and make sure the siblings were safe.
Their was a older female and a younger male. The sister looked roughly 5'4 with olive skin and brown eyes. I heard Dr. Thorn roar in the back round but he didn't bother to look.
The younger brother was very pretty, prettier than most of the girls at camp. He had the same olive skin as his sister and the same eyes but they were much more captivating, they looked to have little golden specks in them. His hair was black like his sister but was fluffy and wild while his sisters was straight and neat, and he looked to much shorter than his sister and mabey an inch or two than me.
His eyes watched the fight with so much curiosity I thought his eyes were going to explode.
"A manticore!" Annabeth said, now visible. Her magical New York Yankees cap had come off when she'd plowed into us. "Who are you people?" The older female demanded. "And what is that creature?"
"A manticore?" The pretty boy gasped. "He's got three thousand attack power and plus five to saving throws!" I had no idea what he was talking about but the way he said it made it sound like it was worth the world to him.
The manticore clawed Grover's magic weeds to shreds then turned toward us with a snarl. "Get down!" Annabeth pushed me and the siblings flat into the snow. Percy seemed to have remembered he had a magic shield because he slaped his wristwatch west in time for the attack.
The thorns impacted against it with such force they dented the metal. Percy's going to beat hi.self up about that later, I thought remembering how much he loved the gift from his half brother, Tyson. There was a thwack heard followed by a loud yelp, and Grover followed Percy to the floor.
"Yield!" the monster roared. "Never!" Thalia yelled from across the field, looking way better then before. She charged the monster, and for a second, I thought she would end the fight in victory. But then there was a thunderous noise and a blaze of light from behind us.
The helicopter appeared out of the mist, hovering just beyond the cliffs. It was a sleek black military like style gunship, with attachments on the sides that looked like laser-guided rockets.
The helicopter had to be manned by mortals, but what was it doing here? How could mortals be working with a monster? The searchlights blinded Thalia, and the manticore swatted her away with its tail. Her shield flew off into the snow. Her spear flew in the other direction.
"No!" Percy ran out to help her. I quickly stood ready to assist but percy parried away a spike just before it would've hit her chest. He raised his shield over them, but I knew it wouldn't be enough.
Dr. Thorn laughed. "Now do you see how hopeless it is? Yield, little heroes." We were trapped between a monster and a fully armed helicopter. We had no chance. Then I heard a clear, piercing sound: the call of a hunting horn blowing in the woods.
I heard the guns firing again before a soaring pain amounted through my left leg, like when I stepped on a very sharp stick when I was younger. "Aster!" I heard a far voice scream, but I couldn't hear them over the pain.
I collapsed to the ground. I went to reach for my leg but a hand smacked it away. More screaming was heard but it sounded more distant than before.
"Nico applie pressure to the wound while I make a bandage" I heard a female voice sag before cold hand's applied pressure to my leg. If I didn't understand the meaning of 'My legs of fire' I sure did now. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing my skin and at the same time like I was being cooked over a slow flame. Summery worse then stepping on a very sharp stick.
There was a riping sound before the hands were removed only be replaced with a soft fabric, the cloth rapped around my leg multiple times before being tittened and then something like a shoe lace was laced around my leg then given a sharp pull which would've cut off circulation.
"Ok" Someone said with a shaky breath, "That should stop the bleeding" I didn't know for sure if they were telling the truth or not but that'll have to wait because I passed out a few seconds later.
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Basorexia (n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss
------------------------------------------------------- Yep first chapter and Its shit because I don't know how to write but hey! Practice makes perfect ✌ Anyways have a lovely day/night/whatever and you look breath taking as always my stars💋💋
