(A/N) Oh my gods, I've been gone so long! Over a week! I'm sorry (I swear I apologise every chapter)! But still, I've been trying to get this chapter right for ages, and not make Percy too OOC, but I figured that even he needed to get angry sometimes. And of course he's not going to hurt them- he's Percy! Alas, I still am not happy with it, but my opinion is not what matters- it's yours! Please tell me in a review if it was okay, or what I could have done better! Now, onto the chapter!
Disclaimer; I do not own PJO or associated books. Thank you, for actually reading this crap!
Third Person's P.O.V
"Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods." Luke muttered whilst pacing back and forth, clutching his golden hair between hands dripping with perspiration.
The Angels' wings were fluttering nervously as they stared in horror at the place the Chaos mist had been mere moments before.
The Primordials were glancing around the room nervously, whilst the gods and campers simply looked terrified.
Well, they had just seen a single man decimate an entire room of assassins in a matter of minutes. Said man was now very angry with them.
"Oh my gods..." Luke repeated for the 47th time "I haven't seen him that angry since....the Andromeda incident."
"What happened?" Zeus asked warily
"Genocide happened." Zoe replied solemnly.
A shockwave flowed through the rooms occupants as they realised how powerful, or more importantly in this case, deadly Poseidon's son truly was.
Aether was curled up in a ball, rocking and hugging himself as he waited for death.
The nervous whispers and terrified mutterings continued until a voice rang out.
"Waiting for me?"
Everyone whipped around to see Percy Jackson sat at the head of the table nonchalantly, a careless expression upon his face. But his eyes betrayed him.
They were black. Blacker than the depths of Tartarus and blazing with fury as bright as Apollo's teeth.
His clothes and skin was dripping with blood; from his wounds and from his enemies' corpses, which only furthered his look of harrow.
"Sit." He commanded, and immediately everyone tripped over themselves to obey.
Percy's terror inducing eyes travelled over each and everyone in the room, only softening a fraction when they landed on Artemis.
"Why, pray tell, did you so willingly disobey a direct order that I issued for the safety of myself and those around me?" Percy asked quietly, but his voice carried out over the room.
He was greeted by complete and utter unnerving silence.
Percy slammed the palm of hand onto the table, causing everyone to jump and many to scream (Aether, Apollo, Ares).
"I asked you a question. Have the common courtesy to answer it." He asked in the same tone.
Artemis almost wished he would shout. The deathly calmness in his voice was indefinitely more terrifying than had he been yelling.
"W-w-we were j-just c-curious...." Aether stuttered pathetically.
"Curious?" Percy asked a whimpering Light Primordial. "Don't you know? Curiosity killed the proverbial cat."
Aether cowered, nodding his head furiously; although many suspected that he had no idea what Percy had just said.
"Why ya' so angry, punk? We were just watching." Ares growled.
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Percy Jackson, Angel of Chaos
FanfictionEveryone always said my fatal flaw is loyalty... I just never knew they would be right.
