THE MAN ON THE PORCH HAD A NORMAL HEAD, WHICH WAS A RELIEF. His face was weathered and brown from years in the sun. He had a slick black hair and a black pencil moustache like villains have in old movies. He smiled at us, but the smile wasn't friendly; more amused, like Oh boy, more people to torture!
Viviene didn't ponder that very long, though, because then she noticed his body...or bodies. He had three of them. Now you'd think she would've gotten used to weird anatomy after Janus and Briares, but this guy was three complete people.
His neck connected to the middle chest like normal, but hehad two more chests, one to either side, connected at the shoulders, with a few inches between. His left arm grew out of his left chest, and the same on the right, so he had two arms, but four armpits, if that makes any sense.
The chests all connected into one enormous torso, with two regular but very beefy legs, and he wore the most oversized pair of Levis she's ever seen. His chests each wore a different color Western shirt—green, yellow, red, like astoplight.
The cowherd Eurytion nudged Percy. "Say Hello to Mr. Geryon."
"Hi," Percy said. "Nice chests—uh, ranch! Nice ranch you have."
Viviene shared a look with Annabeth.
Before the three-bodied man could respond, Nico di Angelo came out of the glass doors onto the porch. "Geryon, I won't wait for—"
He froze when he saw them. Then he drew his sword. The blade was short, sharp, and dark as midnight.
Geryon snarled when he saw it. "Put that away, Mr. di Angelo. I ain't gonna have my guests killin' each other."
"But that's—"
"Percy Jackson," Geryon supplied. "His fated, Viviene Smith. Annabeth Chase. And a couple of their monster friends. Yes, I know."
"Monster friends?" Grover said indignantly.
"That man is wearing three shirts," Tyson said, like he was just realizing this.
"They let my sister die!" Nico's voice trembled with rage. "They're hereto kill me!"
"Nico, we're not here to kill you." Percy raised his hands. "What happened to Bianca was—"
"Don't speak her name! You're not worthy to even talk about her!"
"Wait a minute," Viviene pointed at Geryon. "How do you know our names?"
The three-bodied man winked. "I make it my business to keep informed,darlin'. Everybody pops into the ranch from time to time. Everyone needs something from ole Geryon. Now, Mr. di Angelo, put that ugly sword away before I have Eurytion take it form you."
Viviene took a step close to Percy, their arms brushing.
Eurytion sighed, but he hefted his spiked club. At his feet, Orthus growled.
Nico hesitated.
Reluctantly, he sheathed his sword. "If you come near me, Percy, I'll summon help. You don't want to meet my helpers, I promise."
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THE PROPHECY ² / Percy Jackson !
FanfictionViviene Smith finally has it all- she's in a happy relationship with her soulmate, she's moved on from Holden, she's learned to control her powers- it seems like her life turned to perfection. That is until her insecurities come to the surface when...
