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
T he good news: the left tunnel was straight with no side exits, twists, or turns. The bad news; it was a dead end.
After sprinting a hundred yards, we ran into an enormous boulder that completely blocked our path. Behind us, the sounds of dragging footsteps and heavy breathing echoed down the corridor.
Something-definitely not human-was on our tail.
"Tyson," Percy urged, "can you-"
"Yes!" He slammed his shoulder against the rock so hard the whole tunnel shook. Dust trickled from the stone ceiling.
"Hurry!" Grover said. "Don't bring the roof down, but hurry!"
Grovers tail was shaking violently from the fear, I could practically feel it radiating off of him.
The boulder finally gave way with a horrible grinding noise. Tyson pushed it into a small room and we dashed through behind it.
"Close the entrance!" I yelled.
We all got on the other side of the boulder and pushed. Whatever was chasing us wailed in frustration as we heaved the rock back into placed and sealed the corridor.
"We trapped it," Percy announced.
"Or trapped ourselves," Grover said.
I turned. We were in a twenty-foot-square cement room and the opposite wall was covered with metal bars. We'd tunneled straight into a cell.
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"What in Hades?" Annabeth tugged on the bars.
They didn't budge. Through the bars we could see rows of cells in a ring around a dark courtyard-at least three stories of metal doors and metal catwalks.
"A prison," I said.
"Maybe Tyson can break-" Grover cut Percy off, and pointed up twords one of the cells on the second floor.
" Shh," said Grover. "Listen."
Somewhere above us, deep sobbing echoed through the building. There was another sound, too-a raspy voice muttering something that I couldn't make out. The words were strange, like rocks in a tumbler.
"What'sthat language?" I whispered.
Tyson's eye widened. "Can't be."
"What?" Percy asked
He grabbed two bars on our cell door and bent them wide enough for even a Cyclops to slip through.
Sometimes I forgot how strong he was. One time, he was helping out in the forges and his hammer fell under the table. He picked up the table and retrieved his hammer. It was bolted into the ground.
