Sea Storms (PJO/YJ Crossover)

I'm Pretty Sure It's Not Murder...

So I have to admit, that wasn't my greatest idea.

Now ok ok, that was obvious from the beginning, but I gave me some information. It also gave me the current situation of being invisible and curled up in an ally. So there must be somewhere where people draw the line between a good and bad idea. Like a bad idea includes the chance of getting caught, check, the chance of getting in trouble, check, the chance of dying....Yeah this was a really bad idea. Worth it though.

Kind of.

Not really.

I'm probably mentally scared.

Well I can rant on and on about how bad of an idea that idea was, or I can continue with the bland tale of how I met Aqualad. Which hasn't happened yet....but it will. Oh spoiler.

So you know, I'm in an alley with my knees pressed up against my chest trying my hardest not to let tears fall but it's at that moment when silent sobs rack my body. So it's pretty obvious that I'm having a great time. The sarcasm is so strong. Now I'm narrating my life because obviously I need help in the mental department.

This is the moment where I fake laugh to hide real pain.

To be honest, that could have gone better. I mean did Rachel have to be a angry rational psychopathic person? Could she have not told me everything I wanted to know straight up? If she had, I would have been in my hospital bed sleeping like a cat and not in an ally cr- not crying, I refused to acknowledge that fact that I am crying. As soon as I do that, everything becomes real. As soon as I acknowledge how fudged I am than I can't hide it.

I really don't know why I can't just get up out of the alleyway and walk home. It's like my body has betrayed me, it won't follow my orders. My legs won't uncurl out of the fetal position and my thoughts won't still to a halt from their violent storm. Even though my thoughts won't stop I can't think, I cant focus on what's important. I was just thinking to much, not able to connect the events everything was clouded.

I took in a deep shake breath of the thick cold Gotham air. It was almost winter, that meant that the weather was about to go from unclean meat locker to Sharknado 2. Therefor making the breath that came from my exhale visible in the brisk air. I didn't want to move either, the ground of an alleyway suddenly seem a waffle of a lot comfortable than in a hospital bed where I was being relentlessly scolded be the people who thought It wasn't a normal occupation to get stabbed. Because for some reason when you get stabbed, people care, who knew?

Cold liquid trailed down my face slowly and almost freezing on my flushed skin. I didn't know why the cold had to make me feel so open, vulnerable almost. I liked to think that my walls were thick, unbreakable, but in reality they weren't thick enough. It was like every hit, every blow to my mind hit me hard and I would think that blocking the blow would be simple, easy, yet I couldn't deal with a crazy chick without totally not crying. The brisk air stung against my skin and made my hands shake but I couldn't find the need to hate it, it was some how calming. I closed my eyes.

Calm.

No rage....

As my eyes opened, white pigmentation clouded over membrane making them glow with fluorescence. These constant vision overloads were really getting annoying. Images flash in front of my vision, crimson tinting the edges and filled with deep aggression. The flashes came to a halt on a sudden scene and my psyche was jolted at the intensity of it. All I felt was the unrelenting anger and something edging in the back of my mind trying to get in. No, not my mind, the boy's mind, the one with the blue eyes.

The scene was from the eyes of the same person that the vision had sculpted the day before. It was the same room, well more like cavern, with red tinted walls and high-tech controls. Only this time the boy was out of the coffin like glass box....but currently fighting people. That was the moment when a fancy lightning bolt insignia flashed in front of my-well his eyes, he was fighting Flash? Suddenly he jumped up inhumanly high into the air and I got view if the entire fight. He wasn't fighting Flash, he was fighting the entire kiddy league. Not good.