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Instead of Them it was Me (Perluke)

Part One - Edited

“Perce,” the voice chuckled. “Long time, aye.”

Percy rolled his eyes. “What do you want?” he asked. “Kill me? Use me to get to the Gods?”

Luke grinned. “You speak so highly of yourself,” he said, laughing. “Besides, I didn’t say I wanted anything from you.” He moved closer to the boy, Backbiter dangling from his waist.

Gods, Percy hated that sword as much as he hated Ares.

“Just before you were so chatty. Why deal the silent card now?” He shook his head. “Can you at least tell me how you’ve been going?”

Percy refused to acknowledge the son of Hermes. Instead, he glanced up at the ceiling and the slightly bright light bulb. A sigh escaped from his lips.

What had Percy gotten himself into?

What had the Gods gotten him into?

He didn’t even want to be on the Princess Andromeda… and especially not with Luke. But according to the Fates, this was another part of his life he had no control over. He had to endure all of this… alone.

Percy had imagined meeting Luke after last year’s incident but actually seeing him made him nervous, the stomach running laps kind of nervous.

Percy had to take caution in what he did and said as Luke tended to have a mind of his own.

Luke’s face blocked Percy’s view of the ceiling. His rough hands sat on his shoulders.

“Tell me of you and Annie,” he said. “Come on, talk to me.”

Percy wondered how Annabeth… and Tyson were going. The last he saw of them was when they were being dragged out of the room by the two bear twins. He later found out that they had escaped the ship, leaving Percy stranded with Luke. Percy couldn’t stay mad at them for long as it was pointless. He was just hoping that they could complete the quest without him. A part of Percy’s mind thought that Luke had caused them to leave on purpose.

Luke wrapped his arms around the thirteen-year-old. Percy, who was on his knees, shuffled here and there trying to free the grasp. He was rewarded with Luke’s grip becoming tighter.

“Now, now Percy, do you really think you can escape me?”

Percy squirmed in his grasp. "Let me go,” he snapped. “Now."

Luke ruffled Percy’s dark hair. “Does the sea not like being restrained?” he questioned, a smug look on his face.

Percy gasped. “How’d- “

Luke leaned a little closer. “You’d be surprised at what I know about you,” he stated, his breath tingling Percy’s ear. “This is your last chance,” he warned, tapping his fingers on the boy’s shoulders. “How have you been? Annabeth? Your mum?”

“You already know,” replied Percy.

Luke dug his nails into Percy’s shoulders. “Maybe I don’t,” he snapped. “I don’t know everything that occurs in this forsaken world.”

“Well, I happen to be doing fine,” Percy said. “Also, Annabeth wants to drag you to Tartarus.”

Luke’s nails sunk deeper into his shoulders. “Is that all you can give me?” he sneered. “It’s been a year since we last talked. You should have plenty to tell me.”

Percy, not being able to stand it any longer, flung away from Luke. He distanced himself and his captor by a three seat sofas. He drew Riptide out of his pocket and uncapped it. The pen turned into a celestial bronze sword. Luke was chuckling, blood dripping from his fingers and onto the floor. Percy’s eyes widened as he realised where it was from. He glanced at the blood pooling from the wounds on his shoulders.