Heir of Chaos (Percy Jackson fanfic, sequel to Siphoned)

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: This is just a fan-fiction, all rights go to Rick Riordan.

Percy POV

With all my shields down, and my powers on full throttle, it attacked Ouranos of it's own violation. For some unfathomable reason I feel an immense amount of rage and despair at the mention of the blonde haired girl. I wish I knew why, I wish I could stop time right now and ask someone who this girl was but I cant and it just makes me angrier.

"Where is she?" The words yet again slip out of my mouth without my violation.

"You are the same person, Percy Jackson is Cyclone, heir of Chaos." He shakes his head, with a look of disappointment. "All these years you could've been destroyed so easily had we known your identity. The fatal flaw of Percy Jackson is a well known thing, you have a big weakness and now anyone can use it against you." He smiles cruelly.

"I'd like you to try." Probably not the best come back ever, but who cares. "But first you will tell me where she is."

"You already know where the girl is," he waves a hand dismissively. "Tartarus of course. But that isn't of importance right now, see when rumor got around that Percy Jackson was back we sent some retrievers to your mothers place. She, being mortal, doesn't stand a chance against who we sent to get her." He pauses, for dramatic effect, this dude really does have a huge sense of self worth. "You will come with us willingly or she will die."

Not good, not good at all. If my Cyclone half -yes I have a bad case of split personality disorder at the moment- were in charge I'd probably be able to say I didn't care what happened to the woman, my mother. But unfortunately my Percy half has been in charge since the mention of the blonde haired girl. And now I'm feeling particularly heroic, as in self sacrificing, it's a dreadful feeling and if I were Cyclone at the moment I would most definitely be cringing.

"Take me, don't touch her." I blurt out, I'm definitely going to hit my head on a wall for this later. Now that the self sacrificing part is over I can let the Cyclone part back in charge. Plans instantly start going through my head, it's already decided that I wont let my mother die but being held captive for them to use against Chaos is a terrible plan.

"Half-Bloods," he sneers, "You're all self sacrificing idiots." I'm not sure if I can disagree with him there, half-bloods do get themselves in some fairly compromising positions with their heroic natures.

'DORIAN' I shout mentally to my second.

'Did you have to yell?' he whines in return.

'Just getting your attention, they are trying to take me captive.'

'Oh that's an awesome plan, I'll be sure to congratulate their corpses.' When he doesn't get an answer he continues. 'Because you most definitely have this situation under control, am I right?'

'No, you aren't right. They have my mother at gun point, metaphorically of course.'

'Of course, what are you going to do?'

'I have an idea,' and proceed to tell him.

'Really stupid idea.'

'But it's the only one I got. Just make sure that you tell Chaos his part of the plan before midnight.' I pause. 'And in case this ends badly, I'd like you to know that I know you were the one that died my hair pink that time I passed out, and it was me who shaved off your eyebrows not that girl that you broke up with.'

'if you weren't headed towards imminent death I'd kill you right now.'

'I know you would, and Dorian, you have my blessing.'

'I-Wha-NO-' But before he can finish I kick him out of my mind. Slowly, as not to startle Ouranos into sending the order to kill my mother I draw in my power, leaving a barrier around the camp until we leave. I switch back to my Percy form, my less intimidating form, let them see the demigod and lower there guard.

"Are we leaving now? I'm hungry." I raise an eyebrow at Ouranos gaping expression. "This has to be the worst captive situation I've ever had the displeasure of taking a part of." Waving my hand in a lead the way motion I start walking the way that Ouranos entered. When I pass Ouranos it's a task not to tense, but that wouldn't be a sign of the resignation that I need in order for my plan to work. I let my hands be pulled behind my back, and shackled. I immediately feel my godly powers leave me.

"Did you steal these from Hephaestus?" I ask in an incredulous voice. "I knew you were in league with the monsters, but I never thought you were one. Because only true monsters steal manacles from a poor, little god." When I get no answer I let out a long suffering breath of air. "Chaos is very capable of making a pair of manacles, he didn't need to steal a thing, not even a candy from a baby, to prove his mightiness. I wonder how you got so many followers." Still no answer. "I guess being in Tartarus for so long has lowered their standards, well let me inform you-" I get cut of by a punch to the face. "That wasn't very nice. I was just going to tell you my favorite pizza toppings, I did say I was hungry remember?"

He snarls in response.

"Pizza's not your choice in food? It's alright I was kind of in the mood for tacos anyways." I smirk in his direction. The winning feeling isn't long lasting when I see his fist flying towards my head. His furious eyes are the last thing I see before everything goes black.