The Reaper (Percy Jackson)

Concoct Is Not A Real Word

To people who have not read this before, go on normally.

I got an awesome beta reader, HardSonadowFanGirl. So thank her for all the mistakes that you don't see, and thank me for all the mistakes you do see.

To people who have read this before, reread it because I'm in the process of rewriting this story.

TO PEOPLE WHO HAVE READ THIS BEFORE, I'VE ADDED MORE IN THIS CHAPTER RATHER THAN POSTING A NEW ONE, SO THAT MY AVERAGE CHAPTER LENGTH IS NOT TOO DIFFERENT AND DOESN'T SUCK.

All the major plot lines will stay the same, but I'm going to be changing quite a bit.

Thanks for choosing Reaper Airlines, and we hope you die on this flight.

The first thing I registered was a dull throbbing, or was it that incessant voice? More likely the dull throbbing, but in retrospect, it doesn't really matter. "Percy. Wake up," that annoying voice repeated for what must have been the hundredth time. I held my hands to my head in a futile attempt to stop the headache, or at least alleviate it. I failed, badly. I blinked away the dust of sleep, and stretched my muscles, as they were a bit cramped.

I looked around the room for a second to familiarize myself with my surroundings. I ignored the Iris message in front of me, which contained the image of a motherly-looking figure wearing a toga and sporting a disappointed look. Her black hair somehow enhanced the image of disappointment I could see in her eyes, for some odd reason. The rest of the room had a desk, and a small chair in the corner, and, can't forget the mini-bar. I must have been checked into a hotel last night for some reason.

I scanned the room looking for a bag, and found it in a corner of the room, as if thrown there carelessly. I frowned, as I tried to remember if I did that, but nothing came back to me. I cast my attention back to the goddess in front of me. "What's up?" I asked groggily. I take more than 2 seconds to properly wake up. Sue me. I looked away from her. I just couldn't handle her looking disappointedly at me, again, because I was here again, passed out from drinking.

She had no idea that this was the only way I could ward off the horrors that visited my mind every night. It was the only way I could sleep in peace. Meh, let her think what she wants to think. Who cares anyway? You Do, a little voice in the back of my head said. Shut up. I replied using my standard response. I sat upright on my bed, or whoever's bed this is, laid my hands on my lap, and stared at them. The balcony was open, I noticed, another pointless small detail that the back of my mind found important for some reason.

We both knew that this issue was something that a stern talking to wouldn't fix, so we both were more than happy to gloss over it. That disappointed look, however, filled me with completely unwarranted guilt. "I have a favour to ask of you, Percy." My eyes, just for a fraction of a second, darted to look at her, before returning to their original place. "It's always I need you to do this. I need you to do that. Why can't it ever be a social rainbow?" I asked. "Are you using me?" I continued, as I gasped in an over-exaggerated way. I looked up atif her to see her reaction.

Her face had a small smile on it. Now, we could get back to our normal routine, and the guilt wouldn't have to be so present. I stood up and looked her, directly in the eyes. "I live to serve," I said as I made a mockery of what a proper bow should look like. I liked this. This was safe. Less painful emotions involved. "I need you to retrieve two demi-gods from Westover Hall Maine." Odd. Usually, whenever she asks me to retrieve a demi-god, it's because their home-life is less than optimal. Hmmm. It must be a boarding school, then. It does sound like a pretentious school. It would have a French accent if it could speak. I just know it. Returning to the real world, I asked Hestia," Who's their pops?" Her face didn't change at all from her normal expression. "Hades." Since everyone can't be as good an actor as her, I had to actually have an outward reaction, a small one, but one nonetheless. I raised an inquisitive eyebrow. It gave the entire game away, right?