The Son of Death (Percy Jackson x Male Reader)

We Accidentally Betray The Romans

YN: Lucas, what the fuck!

My best friend ignored me, as he and Leo continued to man the ballistae, firing down into the city.  I grabbed Lucas' shoulder and turned him towards me.  He was grinning... but it wasn't his normal grin.  It was a sadistic look, and his eyes were glazed over.

Lucas: I'll... kill... them all...

Something was wrong.  I grabbed him and threw him to the ground, kicking him in the side of the head and knocking him unconscious.  I turned to Leo to see Percy tackle the boy, with him hitting his head on the deck.  A gray dragon soared into view.  It circled the ship once and landed at the bow, depositing Jason and Piper, who both collapsed.

Percy: Go!  Get us out of here!

Annabeth ran for the helm.  I made the mistake of glancing over the rail and saw armed legionnaires closing ranks in the forum, preparing flaming arrows.  Oh sure, THEY get to cross the line with weapons.  Hazel spurred Arion, and they raced out of the city with a mob chasing after them.  More catapults were being wheeled into range.  All along the Pomerian Line, the statues of Terminus were glowing purple, as if building up energy for some kind of attack.  

YN: Annabeth, we need to leave!  Now please, before Terminus blasts us out of the sky!

Annabeth looked over the controls.  Suddenly the ship groaned and the bow tilted up at a horrifying angle.  The mooring lines snapped, and the Argo II shot into the clouds.

TIMESKIP

Sarah: So one more time.  What the hell happened?

Lucas and Leo slumped against the mast.  All around them, their new ship was in shambles.  The aft crossbows were piles of kindling.  The foresail was tattered.  The satellite array that powered the onboard Internet and TV was blown to bits, which had really made Coach Hedge, the resident Satyr on board, mad.  The bronze dragon figurehead, Festus, was coughing up smoke like he had a hairball.  Leo choked back a sob.

Lucas: I-I don't know.  It's fuzzy.

Everyone was staring at the two.  Annabeth crossed her arms.

Annabeth: You mean you don't remember?

Leo: I... I remember, but it's like I was watching myself do things.  I couldn't control it.

Coach Hedge tapped his baseball bat against the deck.  He was wearing gym clothes, with his cap pulled over his horns.  The way the old satyr was glowering, I almost wondered if the coach was going to order Lucas and Leo to do push ups.

Hedge: Look, boys.  You blew up some stuff.  You attacked some Romans.  Awesome!  Excellent!  But did you have to knock out the satellite channels?  I was right in the middle of watching a cage match.

YN: That's COMPLETELY irrelevant, Coach.

Annabeth: Coach, why don't you make sure all the fires are out?

Hedge: But I already did that.

Annabeth: Go do it again.

Hedge sighed and walked away.  Even he wasn't crazy enough to defy Annabeth.  I crouched down in front of Lucas.

YN: Lucas.  Did Octavian trick you somehow?  Did he frame you, or-

Leo: No.

Lucas: The guy was an ass, but he didn't fire on the camp.  We did.

Frank scowled.

Frank: On purpose?

Leo: No!  Well, yes... I mean, I didn't want to.  But at the same time, I felt like I wanted to.  Something was making me do it.  There was this cold feeling inside me-

Annabeth: A cold feeling.

Lucas: Yeah.  Why?

From belowdecks, Percy called up.

Percy: Annabeth, we need you.

Oh gods.  As soon as they'd gotten on board, Piper had taken Jason below.  The cut on his head had looked pretty bad.

Alexa: He'll be fine.  YN, we'll be back.  Just... watch them.  Please.

I nodded.  Lucas looked at the ground, ashamed.

YN: That cold feeling... was it like a shiver down your spine?

Leo nodded.  He and Frank stared at each other.

Frank: So... your name isn't Sammy?

Leo: What kind of question is that?

Frank: Nothing.  I just... nothing.  About the firing on the camp... Octavian could be behind it, like magically or something.  He didn't want the Romans getting along with you guys.

YN: It does sound like something that weasel would do... but I don't know.  Maybe there's something else, like an evil spirit or something that possessed them.

Lucas: Leo, we should talk to Festus and get a damage report.

I helped him to his feet.

Frank: Who is Festus?

Leo: Our friend.  His name isn't Sammy either, in case you're wondering.  Come on.  I'll introduce you.