𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬, p.jackson

𝟏𝟖. all good things must come to an end

eighteen.
( the lightning thief.  )
❛ all good things must come to an end. ❜

"SIX HUNDREDTH FLOOR." No doubt did the two look like homeless misfits scheming and planning as they stood before the guard at the front desk. He was reading a huge book with a picture of a wizard on the front. She'd seen it before, it was one Michael Yew had been fond of back at camp. Henry porter or something along those lines.

The man only gave them a once over. "No such floor, kids." He stated simply, leisurely flicking to the next page of his book.

"We need an audience with Zeus." Colette persisted, twisting the bracelets on her wrist.

He gave them a vacant smile. "Sorry?" But his eyes, though hardened to prevent any knowledge from pouring out, swam with recognition of the name.

"You heard her." After another minute of having a staring contest with the man, Percy turned bitterly. "C'mon, let's find someone el--"

"No appointment, no audience, kids. Lord Zeus doesn't see anyone unannounced." The guard said suddenly, causing the duo to pause in their footsteps and march right back up to him. The older man was glancing at them condescendingly as he peered over the tip of the book.

Percy nodded insistently, "Oh, I think he'll make an exception." He slipped off his backpack and unzipped the top. Within the bag, crackles and fizzes of electricity surged as though a storm was brewing within the confinement of space. Heaps and splinters of light wandered tentatively over of the bag, lasting only seconds as they shot out in streaks. It was obvious that whatever was stored in the bag, Zeus' master bolt, was a vessel of raw, unimaginable power.

The guard looked inside at the metal cylinder, not getting what it was for a few seconds. Then his face went several shades paler. "That isn't..."

"Yes, it is," Percy promised, his face blank of amusement to stress across his point. "You want me take it out and—"

"No! No!" He scrambled out of his seat, fumbled around his desk for a key card, then handed it to them. "Insert this in the security slot. Make sure nobody else is in the elevator with you."

The two demigods glanced to each other in a silent discussion before shrugging and walking towards the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Colette slipped the key into the slot. The card disappeared and a new button appeared on the console, a red one that said 600. Colette pushed it with a hum, then leaned back to wait patiently whilst Muzak played. "Raindrops keep falling on my head...."

It was quiet, almost tense in the elevator for a moment, the only sound being the smooth beat of the music. "You didn't have to come here, you know. No offence, but it was kinda stupid of you. I could've done this alone." Colette glanced towards Percy as he spoke to her. They stood on opposite sides of the elevator, awaiting whatever what to come.

She let out a hum. "Is this you telling me you want to go back to being enemies?" She raised an eyebrow at him from where she leaned against the elevator wall, tapping her foot to the rhythm of the song.

"We were enemies?"

"Sure felt like it."

"Are we enemies now?"