Mortals Meet Percabeth and others

Gabe: Version 1

3rd P.O.V.

A/N I have decided to do some of the characters from the books, so the first character up is Gabe. For this slimy, cold-hearted jerk, I am doing three different versions, so this is an extra special next few chapters.

The statue was wheeled into the museum, jerking to a stop outside of a glass case. The mad undid the straps, then signaled for his friend to help him. The both grabbed one arm, and heaved. "Oof!" One of them groaned, "this is one heavy statue, Jack." Jack nodded, panting with the effort of not dropping the thousand pound statue. They slowly shuffled forward, cursing ever deity that may have existed, and cursing the unbelievable weight of a simple statue.

"Right here, Mase." Jack told his buddy, gently tipping the statue's feet into the edge of the glass case. Mase huffed, not being as careful with the stone as his friend. "I still don't think that this ugly piece of trash was worth it. I mean, I can almost smell this thing's stink!" Mase insulted it, angry that he had gotten roped into coming in on his day off.

"Mase, these people don't care how it smells," he coughed as he got a mouthful of stale chips, beer, smoke, and sewer, "just as long as we keep getting paid to do this stuff." Jack made a face as he accidentally took a big whiff of it's oily scalp. He blanched, taking several steps back to get some fresh, clean air.

"Let's just hurry up so we can get back to the wives, Jack." Mase told him, smirking at how green his face was. "Okay." They took a deep breath, and hastily shoved the statue into the case, quickly shutting the glass door. "But I wonder how she got that statue to smell like that." Jack wondered, curious about it.

Mase snorted, "She probably threw it into the sewer and then sold it to them for a quick buck."

Jack shrugged and followed his buddy out the door, shutting the lights off and slamming the door shut after he left.

Said statue was terrified, the outside, stone carving hiding the soul still caught inside of it. Gabe could feel his soul tremble, frozen and cold, stuck inside of this stone for all eternity. He remembered his surprise when he had seen the head, eyes the prettiest color he'd ever seen. He had felt his skin slowly turn to stone, hardening over until he was trapped.

He had tried to escape, he could feel the tug to go to the place of the dead, but couldn't move a muscle. So, he was complaining in his head about how his stupid wife had trapped him, shouting at her to let him out or else. He had grown scared when he realized she couldn't hear him, starting to wonder what had happened.

He tried to use his pea-sized brain, but he could feel a pounding coming on from years of disuse. He had resolved to watching the day and people go by. Now, here he was, stuck in some museum at night, probably stuck for now and ever.

*Time Skip*

Gabe sighed as the snot nosed brats shoved one another, trying to get a better look at the "hideous, alcoholic poker player." He glared at them in his mind, wishing he could give them a good back hand across their stupid little faces. They eventually left, moving on to more interesting pieces.

Gabe watched the entrance, eyes taking in every detail of every woman that walked by, talking or simply observing. Four people walked in, two teenage girls and two teenage boys. They walked around, the blonde girl's mouth moving faster than possible. Eventually, they came to his case, giving him a good look at all of them.

The blonde had curly hair, tan skin, and unnaturally storm colored eyes. The boy, who stooped down to peck her cheek, had black hair, bronze skin, and sea green eyes. The other couple, going by their hands intertwined, was talking, not really paying attention to the kissing couple. This girl was shorter, black hair, tan skin, and striking sea green eyes. Her boyfriend had vampire pale skin, black hair, black eyes, and his shoulders was the same height as her head. He smiled at her, kissing her head.