νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 4-16: ITS SPIDERMAN

PERCY

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"REEEEET!"

The squeal echoed through upper Manhattan. Demigods and monsters alike froze in terror.

Grover shot me a panicked look. "Why does that sound like... It can't be!"

I knew what he was thinking. Two years ago we'd gotten a "gift" from Pan- a huge boar that carried us across the Southwest (after it tried to kill us). The boar had a similar squeal, but what we were hearing now seemed higher pitched, shriller, almost like... like if the boar had an angry girlfriend.

"REEEEEET!" A huge pink creature soared over the reservoir- a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade nightmare blimp with wings.

"A sow!" Annabeth cried. "Take cover!"

The demigods scattered as the winged lady pig swooped down. Her wings were pink like a flamingo's, which matched her skin beautifully, but it was hard to think of her as cute when her hooves slammed into the ground, quite literally trampling Tempest. The pig stomped around and tore down half an acre of trees, belching a cloud of noxious gas. Then it took off again, circling around for another strike.

"Don't tell me that thing is from Greek mythology," I complained.

Tempest sat up, most of her bones popping back correctly (except the ones that were broken from when she died). Her red eye narrowed with utter hatred and she spluttered, "THAT STUPID-"

"Afraid so," Annabeth said, ignoring Tempest. "The Clazmonian Sow. It terrorized Greek towns back in the day."

"Let me guess," I said. I couldn't even hide how irritated I was. First, the Minotaur. Then Hyperion. Now a fat pig. When does it stop? "Hercules beat it."

"Nope," Annabeth said, shaking her head. "As far as I know, no hero has ever beaten it."

"Perfect," I muttered.

"Until today," Tempest asserted. She turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "Jackson, you still feel like hot shit?"

I hung my head. "No, but do I have a choice?"

The Titan's army was recovering from its shock. I guess they realized the pig wasn't after them. We only had seconds before they were ready to fight, and our forces were still in a panic. Every time the sow belched, Grover's nature spirits yelped and faded back into their trees. I guess I can't blame them. A big pink flying pig will completely rock your shit.

"That pig has to go." I grabbed a grappling hook from one of Annabeth's siblings. "We'll take care of it. You guys hold the rest of the enemy. Push them back!"

"But, Percy," Grover said, "what if we can't?"

I saw how tired he was. The magic had really drained him. Annabeth didn't look much better from fighting with a poisoned knife wound (though Tempest looked at her like she was Aphrodite herself). I didn't know how the Hunters were doing, but the right flank of the enemy army was now between them and us.

I didn't want to leave my 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.