Ordinary (A Percy Jackson Story)

Chapter 8

Oh look...my hand slipped. Here's another one for my fabulous BIRTHDAY. Enjoy!!

(Or not)

"Police Station. Now." Bianca said.

Luke looked sick like he might faint. Bianca couldn't pretend like she wasn't shaking either.

The sight of the beads...even though she'd never even had her own she knew what they meant. It meant Camp Half Blood. It meant Demigods.

It meant Ten thousand more problems on top of the bazillion they already had. Luke dropped the necklace chain on the ground like it was acid burning through his hand. The beads danced along the destructive mess left behind. Bianca swallowed hard picking up one. She would've gocked at the amazing detail if it hadn't been for the feeling of the Party Ponies rampaging over her grave.

"Who could it have been?" Luke asked, more to himself than her, "Oh gods."

"What did he take?" Bianca said, directing his thoughts, "A file? We have to report this."

Luke suddenly looked like he hadn't slept at all last night. Tired, worn eyes scanned the room accessing for any other possible danger.

He knelt where the intruder had been. Bianca swayed on her feet. Luke shuffled through the things on the floor, other papers, pictures, things that the demigod hadn't wanted.

"These..." Luke choked softly. He picked up one of the extra papers, "This is Ethan's stuff. His research..."

"What would a demigod want with that?" Bianca asked, but she wished she hadn't. The paper shook in Luke's nervous hands. His blue eyes were clouded with dark thoughts.

Bianca strained her thoughts not to follow his. She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think about The mess around her, or the intruder that had just broken out. She didn't want to think that maybe there was a demigod who know they were alive. She didn't want to think that the mythological world had anything to do with her friend's disappearance. She didn't even want to think about Ethan.

Every breath felt like a gun shot to her heart. His name bounced around her head quick and fast and heavy. Slamming on her temples, and screaming in her brain. Ethan. Bianca wanted to blame his absence for the reason he was constantly on her mind.

But that wasn't it.

Even if he'd been right there next to her rolling his eyes, and saying something that wasn't book appropriate about the thief, then Bianca was sure her brain would still be singing his name.

It didn't feel right without him here. The three of them were were friends, best friends. They were bound together by the Fates themselves.

So why the Hades is he not here now?

"The police." Bianca whispered, "We have to report this. It could be a clue or something, right?"

Luke frowned even more. His eyes roaming the sheet in front of him, he sighed tiredly. He put the paper back down, and grabbed a crumpled shirt from a pile of rubble.

"We better get dressed," was all Luke said.

***

"So, you're telling me a hooded guy broke into your apartment, after it had already been ransacked and stole a couple papers?" The officer leaned back in his chair, "don't you think that's a bit..." He grappled for a non offensive adjective, but when he saw Luke's face he just let it hang.

Bianca was sitting awkwardly in a leather chair while Luke was leaning against a support beam. Their case was taken on by one of the best agents in the state, though you wouldn't know it by looking.