The Veiled Legacy | PJO - Book Two

six

BOB THE TITAN SAVES THE DAY

Ariana thought she was hallucinating.

It just wasn't possible that a huge silvery figure could drop out of the sky and stomp Kelli flat, trampling her into a mound of monster dust.
But that's exactly what happened.

The Titan was ten feet tall, with wild silver Einstein hair, pure silver eyes and muscular arms protruding from a ripped-up blue janitor's uniform.

In his hand was a massive push broom. His name tag, incredibly, read BOB.

Annabeth yelped and tried to crawl away, but the giant janitor wasn't interested in her. He turned to the two remaining empousai, who stood over Ariana.

One was foolish enough to attack.

She lunged with the speed of a tiger, but she never stood a chance. A spearhead jutted from the end of Bob's broom. With a single deadly swipe, he cut her to dust. The last vampire tried to run.

Bob threw his broom like a massive boomerang (was there such a thing as a broomerang?). It sliced through the vampire and returned to Bob's hand.

"SWEEP!" The Titan grinned with delight and did a victory dance. "Sweep, sweep, sweep!"

Ariana couldn't speak. She couldn't bring herself to believe that something good had actually happened. Annabeth looked just as shocked.

"H-how ...?" she stammered.

"Percy called me!" the janitor said happily. "Yes, he did."

Annabeth crawled a little further away. Her arm was bleeding badly. "Called you? He - wait. You're Bob? The Bob?"

The janitor frowned when he noticed Annabeth's wounds. "Owie."

Annabeth flinched as he knelt next to her.

"It's okay." Ariana said, still woozy with pain. "He's friendly."

She remembered when she'd first met Bob. The Titan had healed a bad wound on Percys shoulder just by touching it.

Sure enough, the janitor tapped Annabeth's forearm and it mended instantly.

Bob chuckled, pleased with himself, then bounded over to Ariana and Percy and healed their bleeding necks and arms.

The Titans hands were surprisingly warm and gentle.

"All better!" Bob declared, his eerie silver eyes crinkling with pleasure. "I am Bob, Ariana's and Percy's friend!"

"Uh ... yeah." Percy managed. "Thanks for the help, Bob. Its really good to see you again."

"Yes!" the janitor agreed. "Bob. That's me. Bob, Bob, Bob." He shuffled around, obviously pleased with his name. "I am helping. I heard my name. Upstairs in Hades's palace, nobody calls for Bob unless there is a mess. Bob, sweep up these bones. Bob, mop up these tortured souls. Bob, a zombie exploded in the dining room."

Annabeth gave Ariana a puzzled look, but she had no explanation. The Hades palace was always a chaotic place to be.

"Then I heard my friend call!" The Titan beamed. "Percy said, Bob!"

He grabbed Percy's arm and hoisted him to his feet.

"That's awesome." Percy said. "Seriously. But how did you -"

"Oh, time to talk later." Bob's expression turned serious. "We must go before they find you. They are coming. Yes, indeed."

"They?" Annabeth asked.

Ariana scanned the horizon. She saw no approaching monsters - nothing but the stark grey wasteland.

"Yes." Bob agreed. "But Bob knows a way. Come on, friends! We will have fun!"