Given to Fly (PJ/MR Crossover)

Book 1: Chapter IV

A/N: Here's another Percy chapter for you all. Enjoy!

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Perseus

They had stuck me in a dog cage. An honest-to-gods, four feet by four feet dog cage. Oh, and I was wearing a dog collar. A freaking collar, like some pet. They better put a muzzle on me next time, or I might just bite some fingers off.

Why not just slash into them with your awesome, badass, monster-killing sword, Percy?

Good question. The answer: apparently someone had felt like playing dress up with me while I was knocked out. Instead of the dark jeans and camp shirt I'd originally been wearing, I was now clad in some starchy gray sweatpants with no pockets and a plain white tee. They had also taken my favorite shoes - which I had worn for a multitude of quests and had become quite attached to despite them being in tatters - so I was now barefoot. At least I still had my own underwear on, thank the gods. Although, they had taken my camp necklace, making me feel completely exposed.

After the crazy lady had left the creepy hospital room, three weird, bulky guys had grabbed me. I mean, I was fairly tall, but man, those dudes looked like they could take on the Hulk. They had ushered me through a maze of white-walled corridors before finally coming to a large metal door. It had been bolted shut and looked like it weighed a ton, but after unlocking it, one of the men pushed it aside like a leaf.

They have to be on steroids, I remembered thinking.

Once the door was opened, the guys had shoved me through. I had to bite back a curse as I stumbled, leaving one of the men chuckling behind my back. Just as I had been about to enlighten them with one of Percy Jackson's Famous Witty Quips, I looked up from the grimy tile to be met with row after row of large animal crates. My eyes had grown comically wide, causing another round of laughs from the three surrounding me. I had gulped, realizing what they were planning to do.

"Go on, then," one of them had growled. Like, literally, growled. What were those guys?

I had briefly tried to come up with some type of escape plan that didn't involve me taking on three guys who looked like they could bench press twice my weight, but I came up blank. Annabeth had always been the one who came up with the plans; I was the one that screwed them up. So, seeing no other option, I just put one foot in front of the other.

After walking down the long main path for about a minute or two, my escorts had finally stopped in front of a medium-sized cage near the back. One of them, the one that had chuckled behind me, bent down to unlatch it.

"In you go." He leered at me.

"What? Uh, no thanks," I had protested.

Apparently, that was funny to him; his strangely intimidating face had stretched into a wolffish grin. It reminded me of my month spent living with Lupa and her companions. I could almost see fangs piercing through the corner of his lips, but I shook that thought off as my wild imagination.

He had turned to his buddies. "I always like it when they refuse." Then he had reached into his pocket and brought out something that looked like a miniature remote, pushing a button on it.

The effect had been instantaneous. One second I had been standing, glaring suspiciously at the man I had deemed Chuckles, and the next, I was on my knees, clutching my neck as a current of electricity washed over me. It was like when Thalia and I had gotten into that fight over Capture the Flag all those years ago, and she'd shocked me. Except this was worse. Much worse. As I was on the ground gasping for breath, Chuckles had kicked me into the cage, latching it shut behind me.