Percy Jackson: The Warrior of Chaos

Chapter 7: Nicholas

Chapter 7: Nicholas

I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or Heroes of Olympus, Rick Riordan does. I only own a couple characters.

"This place is massive" I said while staring up at the black and gold castle. It was tall enough to fit the One World Trade center inside, and it was long enough to fit Manhattan island.

"It's not so big when you're normally fifty feet tall." Said Chaos.

"Where is this place?" I looked around and saw nothing in every direction except the castle.

"It is everywhere and nowhere," Chaos said. "It has no true location except in you mind."

I took that into consideration and started getting a headache. Suddenly the doors to the palace opened up to a massive entry hall that could have fit the white house in it.

"It might be easier if I make you a little larger." Chaos said.

I was confused to what he meant, until he snapped his fingers and I felt myself growing until I was fifty feet tall. Chaos grew along with me, and he entered the looming black and gold palace. The entrance hall reminded me of the staircase room on the Titanic. Two oak looking stair cases went opposite directions upwards. I followed Chaos up the right hand staircase. He led me to a hallway on the left-hand side, and stopped.

"Ωμέγα" Chaos said. Omega, or great. All of a sudden, a door to our right appeared.

Chaos turned to me, smiled, and said, "Follow me."

The new room was huge. To put it into comparison, even fifty feet tall, I felt like I was in an NFL stadium. The best part was, the walls were lined with thousands of weapons. There were axes, swords, spears, shields, javelins, assault rifles, shotguns, and grenade launchers! Out on the floor were some other toys, like some M1A2 Abrams, a few Apache Attack Helicopters, some new Chevy prototype trucks with hydrogen powered engines that might replace HUMVEES (Yes, these are in real life currently), even a couple F-22 Raptors. Chaos has really been keeping up with modern weapons and spent a lot of time collecting. Wait, he snaps his fingers and makes whatever he wants to appear, I wish I could've done that for my car instead of working two jobs whenever I wasn't on the swim team during swim season at school.

"Dude, you've really been keeping up." I said, walking to the middle to turn around in a circle and take in the shear mass amount of weapons.

I turned around to look at Chaos, and saw he was pointing a gun straight at me.

"Perseus Jackson, your time is up." I saw my entire life flash before my eyes, the warm smile of my father when I was a baby, my mom's blue pancakes I would never taste again. Nancy Bobfit getting pulled into the water fountain, starting my whole new life as a demigod. Meeting Annabeth, her telling me I drool, and running off, Annabeth and I in the volcano, her kissing me for the first time. Annabeth and I surrounded at the battle of manhattan. Chaos pulled the trigger, and I felt pain on my chest and looked down and my red splattered shirt. Wait, splattered, not soaked...

"You son of a bitch, thats a paintball gun." I said, not sure whether I was relieved, pissed, or, yea, I was pissed now. "You point a paintball gun that looks like an assault rifle at someone, tell them that line, and roll around on the floor laughing?" I said, half-yelling.

Watching the ten thousand year old god roll around on the floor laughing his ass off like a child made a smile creep onto my face.

"You shoulda-you shoulda seen your face! Ahahahaha!!" He was laughing hysterically.

"Dude, thats not cool." I said, all though it was indeed almost potentially slightly funny.

After he was done laughing he stood up, he snapped his fingers, a table with summer sausage and pepper jack cheese sandwiches, coke, cheddar and sour cream chips, and some clue chocolate chip cookies appeared along with two chairs.