Make it Happen

Chapter 23

Percy wakes up to a brightly lit room that smells of the ocean, Jason next to him, and a burning sensation in his lungs. He sees that Jason is injured too - a cut on his stomach bleeds, crimson blood soaking his shirt. 
"You okay, bro?"
"Yeah, just let me ignore this admittedly small but painful wound in my chest."

A man walks in, looming in the doorway. He's tall, muscular, wielding a trident and a fishing net. As he emerges into the light, Percy notices that his body is painted blue. An odd quirk, maybe? An obsession with face paint?
"I am Polybotes," he speaks, "and this," he nods at the woman by his side, "is Kymopoleia. We're here to kill you."

Percy laughs internally at the names, but starts choking when the burning in his lungs expands to fill his chest. He tries to draw the knife he hides in his jacket, but he's incapacitated. Jason struggles up beside him, pulling out a pocketknife and flipping the knife open.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, sure."

In front of them, Polybotes laughs. "You've been poisoned, son of Poseidon! Nothing can save you now! Only the antivenom here in my pocket can help you, but it's mine!" Percy eyes the pocket, seeing the cork of a vial sticking out. Jason lunges out, stabbing blindly with his pocketknife. Percy takes the chance to draw out his bronze blade, and slashes at Kymopoleia. The woman shakes her head frantically at him, drawing out a silver dagger of her own and parrying his strike. "I'm on your side, brother."

Distracted by Jason, who lunges out, retreats, and stabs at him, Polybotes doesn't notice Kymopoleia approaching until it's too late. A silver dagger sticks out of his chest, and he slumps to the floor, dead. Kymopoleia steps disdainfully over his body, reaching out and pulling out the antivenom. She hands it to Percy, who's still dumbstruck over the words she uttered. "Brother?!!?!"

Kymopoleia smiles. "Technically, half-brother, since I'm your father's daughter... just from a different mother. Here, drink this as I patch up his-" she nods toward Jason, "wound."

A/N: Okay I'm sorry this is actual crap but I'm tired and exhausted and brain dead and annoyed and tired and did I mention tired? I'll try to update more this week, it's break and I get to look forward to two hours of math a day!

Lena