Of Half-Bloods and Mutants

The long-awaited meeting!

Sorrysorrysorry for making you guys wait so long! I think. I... wow. It's been two months. I am shirking my work. I need to get on myself for that. But, lucky for you guys, I was feeling very motivated to write this specific story for whatever reason tonight. I basically wrote two thirds of it one sitting (laying-I'm in bed) so.

Here ya go, I guess.

Oh, and before I forget, special announcement at the end!

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"So where exactly are we going, Fang?" I asked him for about the eighteenth time.

"I can't tell you, it would ruin the surprise," he said for about the nineteenth time.

"But why not? Can't you give me a hint? What's so special about this Percy guy, anyway?"

"He's special, all right. But I can't tell you anything yet."

I sighed. "Fine. But if I have to stare at one more mile of ocean, I'm turning around. How far off the shore are we?"

"About ten hours."

"Wait. Did I just hear you right? What about the other direction? How far off are we that way?" I pointed behind me, signaling the direction we came from.

"'Bout ten miles."

"Fang, you're going crazy. No one lives under the ocean. Unless he's a mermaid or something. Which I highly doubt."

"Not exactly."

"Let me just think."

Okay, so obviously he doesn't live under the sea. If he did live on the land, which I'm pretty sure he would, because no one lives underwater, there is no land, no islands anywhere near here. Within about a 25-mile radius, I'd say.

"Okay, so this Percy dude?"

"Yeah."

"Where exactly does he live?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Then why are you dragging this out? because unless you're going to be taking me across the entire freaking ocean, I'm going home."

"Fine," he huffed. Lets turn around."

"Wait. so you mean to tell me that we passed it?"

"About an hour ago, yeah."

"Well then why the hell am I still flying? We could be talking and drinking soda by now! Jesus, Fang. If you're just going to stall, get out."

"That's not what your mom said last night."

What. In. The. Hell.

My mouth flung itself wide open. I looked over at the sick bastard, plotting his death. "You. Fucking. Pig. I cannot believe you! You immature, low-lifed, dumba-" he came over and kissed me, quick and light on the mouth, then flew over my head, turning around.

"Come on, let's go. We're gonna be late."

"My ass!"

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We arrived, finally, but it wasn't what I expected at all.

"The beach." I was thoroughly confused. "Does he have a beach house or something?"

"Close enough."

He ran into the water and dove once the water was deep enough. He surfaced about fifty feet away. "Well?" he yelled.

I ran into the freezing water and dove in. Jeez, it was even freaking colder underwater than above. I surfaced up next to him.

"Seriously, Fang. What are we doing here? Why are we doing this? I want answers."