Welcome to My Nightmares -Percy Jackson Fanfiction-

Chapter II

Chapter II         Welcome to Camp! Your Mom is Dead. Want Some Deadly Chocolate?

 Percy blinked his eyes open hazily, vision blurry as he shifted his sore neck so he could see his surroundings. He seemed to be laying in a small cot, with brown polyester curtains closing him in on all sides to form a small cubical. He could hear sounds around him, people talking and moving around. He attempted to shift slightly, and ended up groaning softly as pain alighted his nerves. 

"You drool in your sleep. Did you know that?" A voice said suddenly, startling Percy as the curtains directly in front of him moved to let in a tall body with blond hair. Percy narrowed his eyes at the person. "Oh good, you recognize me." He said with a smirk. "Remember my name?" He asked lightly, handing Percy a glass of water.

Percy blinked up at him, taking the cold glass. He took a slow drink with tasted like heaven to his dry mouth as he thought. When he finished, he looked to the guy, now sitting casually on the chair that was located next to his bed. 

"Luke." Percy said, eyes flickering up and down the others body. He was older than Percy by at least a few years, broad and well built, hair flopping in his face to partially cover blue eyes and a thin, vertical scar running down his face.

Luke smiled. "Good. And your Percy. Now, Percy...do you know where you are?" He asked, growing more serious as he continued, his playful smirk morphing as he shifted in his seat. Percy started to slowly shake his head, taking a sip of water, before he froze. 

The monster. Grover. His mom...

Images of the car flipping over, brown dirt, trees and arch's fluttered behind his eyes. He remembered the glass cutting into his face and limbs as the car flipped and flipped, before it stopped, and Percy, Sally and Grover had to get out quickly. He remembered his mother telling him of his father...of who and what he was...who and what Percy was...He remembered the monster, chasing him, picking up his mother just to squish her like she was a piece of paper, exploding in a shower of gold bust. 

Percy remembered the minotaur dying from getting stabbed with Percy's pen-sword-thing, only to be later stabbed with its own detached horn.

Percy remembered getting dragged through the archway, getting shifted to Luke's arms and falling unconscious. 

Percy blinked rapidly as he felt his eyes prickle. He ducked his head down, letting his hair cover his eyes. He didn't see Luke frown.

"Percy, I know it may be hard but you need to tell me what happened and what you know." Luke said gently, laying an oddly comforting hand on Percy's shoulder. 

"Why?" Percy whispered, afraid that if he raised it any more it would crack and break. Sorrow pushed down on him from both sides, the memory of his mother turning into an explosion of dust replaying endlessly behind his eyes. He didn't want to verbalize it. That would make it too real. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew he had to. He had to be strong. For his mom.

"So we know how to better help you. We've already healed you as physically as we can, but we can't do anything else if we don't know." He spoke quietly.