And No One Gets Hurt (A Percy Jackson AU)

Chapter 17- Percy

I'll be honest this was suppose to be updated on Percy's birthday, but I lost inspiration. Sorry guys. But look! Two different stories updated on the same day! Yay!!!

Percy's body felt like lead. Every limb weighed down like he was just going to fall through the floor, then through the classroom below them, then to the center of the earth.

He could barely see with his black eye. Every movement, no matter how small, sent spikes of pain through his body.

His breathing was ragged. He'd never been more terrified in his life. He felt like a little kid again, hiding in the closet and praying that Gabe wouldn't find him, that his mother would come home, that everything would just be okay.

Percy almost managed a snort.

Since when was anything in his life "okay"? Percy wasn't even sure what being okay meant.

But he knew it wasn't hopping from state to state as his deranged, mostly drunk step father fled the law. It wasn't being terrified of coming home when he knew he would most like be beaten until he was an inch of Death. Not being under house arrest while his real father attempted to do the impossible or distancing himself from everyone he knew. And it definitely wasn't pretending everything was alright and fine when things were just about as far from that as they could possibly get.

"Well I figured what these could be used for!"

Percy could just barely see the sneakers of another person suddenly in the room. The Monster woman who called herself Pasiphaë was toppled to the floor. Her gun clattered away.

For a second everyone just started at the new guy. He held a chemistry textbook, probably from the rooms down the hall. His pointed ears stuck out from the brown curls on his head. His wrists were red like he'd ripped ducktape off of them recently.

Well of course he had. Everyone was tied up. Everyone except Percy. But that was because Percy wouldn't be able to do anything anyway. Even if he wasn't black and blue with bruises, a bullet to his head was all it took to stop him.

All at once people started to move. Hazel screamed again, gunshots went off. Someone kicked Percy's side and he saw stars as his vision tunnelled.

Darkness swept over him, threatening to drag him into the depths of pain that he would never wake up from. Red dots appeared behind his eyes like splatters of blood from the gun shots. Nausea swirled through him winding up Percy's throat.

Percy didn't even realize someone was helping him up until he was upright. Voices surged to his hearing. But everything sounded swampy.

"Percy?" The voice said, "Can you hear me?"

Percy managed some type of groan. The red dots subsided briefly, leaving only the pain.

"Percy?" Percy found himself looking straight into Annabeth's eyes. Her grey eyes were wide with concern, concern for him. Watery tears fell down her cheeks and she was shaking from the effort not to just burst out sobbing.

"Annabeth..." Percy moaned. Frank held him up, Percy was leaning entirely on him. Percy doubted that if Frank accidentally dropped him, he'd be able to catch himself.

Behind them Hazel was sobbing into a guy dressed in black, clinging to him like she would never let him go. The scrawny guy with the textbook was helping a girl with a jacket ducktaped to her side sit down. While a girl with dark spiky hair and a polar opposite blond haired hair guy shoved the unconscious Monsters into a pile to the side. Percy didn't recall seeing any fight, but it seemed that The Monsters hadn't even stood a chance.