Percy Jackson And The Lightning Thief

I Become a Known Fugitive

I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came toterms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!The river raced towards me at the speed of a truck. Wind ripped the breathfrom my lungs. Steeples and skyscrapers and bridges tumbled in and out of myvision.And then: Flaaa-boooom!A whiteout of bubbles. I sank through the murk, sure that I was about to endup embedded in fifty metres of mud and lost forever.But my impact with the water hadn't hurt. I was falling slowly now, bubblestrickling up through my fingers. I settled on the river bottom soundlessly. Acatfish the size of my stepfather lurched away into the gloom. Clouds of silt anddisgusting garbage – beer bottles, old shoes, plastic bags – swirled up all aroundme.At that point, I realized a few things: first, I had not been flattened into apancake. I had not been barbecued. I couldn't even feel the Chimera poisonboiling in my veins any more. I was alive, which was good.Second realization: I wasn't wet. I mean, I could feel the coolness of thewater. I could see where the fire on my clothes had been quenched. But when Itouched my own shirt, it felt perfectly dry.I looked at the garbage floating by and snatched an old cigarette lighter.No way, I thought.I flicked the lighter. It sparked. A tiny flame appeared, right there at thebottom of the Mississippi.I grabbed a soggy hamburger wrapper out of the current and immediately thepaper turned dry. I lit it with no problem. As soon as I let it go, the flamessputtered out. The wrapper turned back into a slimy rag. Weird.But the strangest thought occurred to me only last: I was breathing. I wasunderwater, and I was breathing normally.I stood up, thigh-deep in mud. My legs felt shaky. My hands trembled. Ishould've been dead. The fact that I wasn't seemed like... well, a miracle. Iimagined a woman's voice, a voice that sounded a bit like my mother: Percy,what do you say?Um... thanks. Underwater, I sounded like I did on recordings, like a mucholder kid. Thank you... Father.No response. Just the dark drift of garbage downriver, the enormous catfishgliding by, the flash of sunset on the water's surface far above, turningeverything the colour of butterscotch.Why had Poseidon saved me? The more I thought about it, the more ashamedI felt. So I'd got lucky a few times before. Against a thing like the Chimera, Ihad never stood a chance. Those poor people in the Arch were probably toast. Icouldn't protect them. I was no hero. Maybe I should just stay down here withthe catfish, join the bottom feeders.Fump-fump-fump. A riverboat's paddlewheel churned above me, swirling thesilt around.There, not two metres in front of me, was my sword, its gleaming bronze hiltsticking up in the mud.I heard that woman's voice again: Percy, take the sword. Your father believesin you. This time, I knew the voice wasn't in my head. I wasn't imagining it. Herwords seemed to come from everywhere, rippling through the water like dolphinsonar.'Where are you?' I called aloud.Then, through the gloom, I saw her – a woman the colour of the water, a ghostin the current, floating just above the sword. She had long billowing hair, and hereyes, barely visible, were green like mine.A lump formed in my throat. I said, 'Mom?'No, child, only a messenger, though your mother's fate is not as hopeless asyou believe. Go to the beach in Santa Monica.'What?'It is your father's will. Before you descend into the Underworld, you must goto Santa Monica. Please, Percy, I cannot stay long. The river here is too foul formy presence.'But...' I was sure this woman was my mother, or a vision of her, anyway.'Who – how did you –'There was so much I wanted to ask, the words jammed up in my throat.I cannot stay, brave one, the woman said. She reached out, and I felt thecurrent brush my face like a caress. You must go to Santa Monica! And, Percy,do not trust the gifts...Her voice faded.'Gifts?' I asked. 'What gifts? Wait!'She made one more attempt to speak, but the sound was gone. Her imagemelted away. If it was my mother, I had lost her again.I felt like drowning myself. The only problem: I was immune to drowning.Your father believes in you, she had said.She'd also called me brave... unless she was talking to the catfish.I waded towards Riptide and grabbed it by the hilt. The Chimera might still beup there with its snaky fat mother, waiting to finish me off. At the very least, themortal police would be arriving, trying to figure out who had blown a hole in theArch. If they found me, they'd have some questions.I capped my sword, stuck the ballpoint pen in my pocket. 'Thank you, Father,'I said again to the dark water.Then I kicked up through the muck and swam for the surface.I came ashore next to a floating McDonald's.A block away, every emergency vehicle in St Louis was surrounding the Arch.Police helicopters circled overhead. The crowd of onlookers reminded me ofTimes Square on New Year's Eve.A little girl said, 'Mama! That boy walked out of the river.''That's nice, dear,' her mother said, craning her neck to watch the ambulances.'But he's dry!''That's nice, dear.'A news lady was talking for the camera: 'Probably not a terrorist attack, we'retold, but it's still very early in the investigation. The damage, as you can see, isvery serious. We're trying to get to some of the survivors, to question them abouteyewitness reports of someone falling from the Arch.'Survivors. I felt a surge of relief. Maybe the park ranger and that family madeit out safely. I hoped Annabeth and Grover were okay.I tried to push through the crowd to see what was going on inside the policeline.'... an adolescent boy,' another reporter was saying. 'Channel Five has learnedthat surveillance cameras show an adolescent boy going wild on the observationdeck, somehow setting off this freak explosion. Hard to believe, John, but that'swhat we're hearing. Again, no confirmed fatalities...'I backed away, trying to keep my head down. I had to go a long way aroundthe police perimeter. Uniformed officers and news reporters were everywhere.I'd almost lost hope of ever finding Annabeth and Grover when a familiarvoice bleated, 'Perrr-cy!'I turned and got tackled by Grover's bear hug – or goat hug. He said, 'Wethought you'd gone to Hades the hard way!'Annabeth stood behind him, trying to look angry, but even she seemedrelieved to see me. 'We can't leave you alone for five minutes! What happened?''I sort of fell.''Percy! Two hundred metres?'Behind us, a cop shouted, 'Gangway!' The crowd parted, and a couple ofparamedics hustled out, rolling a woman on a stretcher. I recognized herimmediately as the mother of the little boy who'd been on the observation deck.She was saying, 'And then this huge dog, this huge fire-breathing Chihuahua –''Okay, ma'am,' the paramedic said. 'Just calm down. Your family is fine. Themedication is starting to kick in.''I'm not crazy! This boy jumped out of the hole and the monster disappeared.'Then she saw me. 'There he is! That's the boy!'I turned quickly and pulled Annabeth and Grover after me. We disappearedinto the crowd.'What's going on?' Annabeth demanded. 'Was she talking about theChihuahua on the elevator?'I told them the whole story of the Chimera, Echidna, my high-dive act, theunderwater lady's message.'Whoa,'said Grover. 'We've got to get you to Santa Monica! You can't ignorea summons from your dad.'Before Annabeth could respond, we passed another reporter doing a newsbreak, and I almost froze in my tracks when he said, 'Percy Jackson. That'sright, Dan. Channel Twelve has learned that the boy who may have caused thisexplosion fits the description of a young man wanted by the authorities for aserious New Jersey bus accident three days ago. And the boy is believed to betravelling west. For our viewers at home, here is a photo of Percy Jackson.'We ducked around the news van and slipped into an alley.'First things first,' I told Grover. 'We've got to get out of town!'Somehow, we made it back to the Amtrak station without getting spotted. Wegot on board the train just before it pulled out for Denver. The train trundledwest as darkness fell, police lights still pulsing against the St Louis skylinebehind us.