The story of a lifetime (A Percy Jackson fanfic)

Chapter 3

Percy pov

Nothing better than to begin your day with monsters and being kidnapped. Well, I guess it could be worse. It could have been a Primordial or a Titan. Luckily for me it were only mortals. Maybe they will let me go after I answer some questions. I mentally slapped myself. Ofcourse they won't let me go. That was dumb seaweed brain, even for you. I have been sitting here for hours now. Well maybe it was just a couple of minutes but who cares. I writhed around in the chair. I felt like the rope was strangling me, slowly trying to crush me. Stupid ADHD making me think all those stupid things. An hour went by and still no one came. I knew I had to keep hoping someone would come rescue me but everything just seemed dreadful. Nobody knows I'm here because nobody cared for me, I ran away remember. Maybe my mom would figure out that something was wrong but a small voice in the back of my head said that even if she knows something is wrong she couldn't do anything about it. Tears threatened to fall and honestly I didn't care if anyone saw me crying. Suddenly a shiver went down my spine and I knew I was being watched. I willed myself to stop and stared straight at the one sided mirror. I gave, whoever was on the other side, my best wolf stare. The door opened and the man slowly made his way to me. I saw he was scared of me, he was probably the one who was looking at me. He nervously untied me and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. That was weird. I made my way over to the sad excuse of what a bed should look like. I tested it, explanation: sitting on it and jumping. The bed creaked a little but besides that everything seemed fine. I layed down on it and thought about an escape plan. You know how I am the son of Poseidon and not the son of Athena? Good, now picture me making an escape plan. Hilarious don't you think, I guess that's why I couldn't come up with a plan. I was starting to feel sleepy and was thinking about when I last had some proper sleep without worrying about nightmares. NIGHTMARES. No, I didn't want another nightmare. I rolled of the bed, suddenly my thoughts were clear. They want me to go to sleep. They probably wanted to take some tests, or something like that. I pinched my arm and slapped my cheeks. I needed to stay awake. I could feel that if I fell asleep the nightmares would come and I didn't want them to see that. I looked around the little room I was in and noticed a sink. Water. I could keep myself awake with it. I crawled forward in an attempt to reach it. I knew I wasn't going to make it. I fell and just curled up, waiting for the horror to start.

Third pov

A team of 4 men came in the room. They saw the boy was passed out and signaled for another team to come. Suddenly they heard the boy scream and their heads snapped in his direction. He was shaking violently and he was sweating all over. They slowly made their way over to him. His breathing was laboured and he muttered things to himself. They couldn't understand what he was saying and they inched closer, hoping to find out what was happening. "Annabeth! Please don't leave me. It wasn't my fault! I just couldn't save them." He stopped screaming and tears rolled down his face. The leader of the two groups send one team to tell their boss about the matter. The team ran off and a minute later they reached their boss. The matter was explained and 'the boss' thought about it for a while. Ten minutes passed by before he spoke.

Boss pov

Ever since the boy came here he wasn't able to let go the strange feeling he had. And now his team came here and said that he had some kind of nightmare. Some things he said made him think he was some war hero and blaimed himself. But he shrugged it off, the boy was only seventeen. His team was waiting for him to speak up and he knew exactly what to do. "I think it's time I contact our old friend. He can help me sort things out." The team left and he grabbed some sort of communicator out of the drawer of his desk. "You said that whenever I came upon something strange I needed to contact you. Well, here I am and asking for a partnership of some sort." It stayed quiet on the other side for a while. I heard footsteps on the other side and not long after that a reply. "I'm already here." He turned around and saw the god he had contacted. "Good, now you're here I can explain..." "You don't have to I can just read your memories." He swirled his staff in front of me and I saw my memories in it. I saw my commander come in with the unconscious boy. I saw us sitting in the interrogation room. After that I saw how my team told me what happened and then it stopped. The god seemed to overthink what he saw. Without a warning the god spoke up. "Can I see him?" It sounded more like he demanded it. I led him to the interrogation room and we saw he was still asleep. "He smells like the ocean." It wasn't a question but I still nodded. I didn't notice it before but I now smell it too. Suddenly the ground started to shake and they tried to keep themselves steady. They were really confused. An earthquake, now? The boy was still crying and they saw his head snapping from one side to another. A loud crack was heard and he searched for the source of the sound. Water shot out of the sink and soaked them both. The water was everywhere and was allready at their knees. Their attention turned to the boy, they saw he was floating on the water and was slowly starting to sink. I made my way over to the kid and picked him up. They couldn't have been more surprised. The boy was perfectly dry, there wasn't a single drop on him. They looked at each other and spoke about the matter. Did the boy cause the earthquake? Did he control the water? Why was he still dry? Out of nothing the boy groaned and I dropped him. The boy looked around and noticed the mess. He also noticed how we were staring at him as if he grew a second head. My partner stepped towards him and waved his staff in front of him. His eyes glowed blue. "What is your name young one?" The boy looked him straight in the eyes and spoke. "My name is..... Are you kidding me?! Did you really think that would work?" The boy looked at us with a misschievous (I hope I spelled that right) smirk. I looked at my conpagnon and noticed he was catching flies. I guess this wasn't suppose to happen. "So I guess you are a god, am I right? It explains the powerful aura I feel around you and it explains your weird clothes" the boy said. "If I answer that will you answer a question of mine." He seemed to consider it for a moment, he probably came to a conclusion. "Again I ask, what's your name young one?" "My name is Percy, no need to know the rest. Now, are you a god or not?" "My name is Loki and I'm the god of misschieve." "Never heard of a god named Loki. Are you one of the minor gods?" Loki's eyes flashed with anger but they quickly changed back to normal. "You aren't surprised that I am a god. Have you seen other gods before me? I hope you didn't see my idiot brother." Before he could answer that, Loki put a hand against Percy's forehead. "My staff doesn't seem to work on you but that doesn't mean my powers won't work." His hand flashed an icy blue color and Percy collapsed. Loki just stared into nothingness. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and stared at the boy who sat on the ground holding his head. "What did you do to him?" I asked. "I looked at his memories, you were right he isn't a mortal. He's a demigod. I didn't see who his godly parent was though. But I have a pretty good idea who his father is." "What is a demigod?" He looked straight at me. "Someone who is half mortal and half god. Someone who has more power than you can imagine, especially a certain son of Poseidon." I looked down and noticed the boy wasn't there anymore, he was slowly backing down towards the door. "Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon. Saviour of Olympus, twice. I have heard a lot of stories about you." "First of all the name is Percy and second if you have heard of me you know that this is going to end badly, for you." His hand reached for the door knob. "I wouldn't do that if I was you, two of your good friends are waiting on the other side. And I must say they really look hungry." The kid's face paled slightly but he quickly regained his posture. He bent down, closed his eyes and lightly touched the ground with one hand. The ground started to shake violently and the roof was shattering. I needed all my attention to make sure I wasn't crushed by pieces of the roof.

Here you go another chappie. I hope you like it. When I was halfway through I had a major writersblock.

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Justnaomi