Lucy

Chapter Fourteen

Lucy opened her eyes and pulled away from Percy, he immediately looked down, a blush creeping up his cheeks. When he looked back up, she was gone. The door to his room opened and Angie came walking in.

"You know my room is next to yours and I can hear you banging on the wall," Angie says, taking in Percy's flustered appearance, then looking around with a frown.

"Where'd she go?"

"She...left," Percy sighs and makes his way over to his bed where he slumps down and closes his eyes, letting the last moment replay in his head.

"Sorry Percy, better luck next time," Angie gives his knee a pat and leaves the room.

Percy's mind flashed to her body against his, her face so close to his that he could see a few faded freckles on her nose. He could still feel her leg against his hip, her hands in his hair. What has Lucy done to him?

***

Lucy felt like pulling her hair out, as soon as she entered the bar, Jupiter, everyone went deadly quiet as she walked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of spirits. She snapped her head over to the bartender that was staring at her and he immediately turned and scurried away. She sculled half the bottle, wiped her mouth and climbed onto the bar, deciding it was a reasonable place to sit and drink. Everybody turned around and wisely decided to mind their own business.

How stupid could she get? Why the fuck did she do that?

She threw the empty bottle at the wall, it smashed with a satisfying sound. Reaching behind her, Lucy grabbed another bottle and jumped off the bench gracefully, she landed in her office at home. Lucy drank, but her thoughts did not blur and that made her angry. She couldn't help her immaturity, she didn't understand what was happening to her.

She growled and began to throw things, she kicked over chairs, she put a hole in the wall and she ran out of spirits.

"Having a nice tantrum?" Clav leaned against the door frame, smirking. Lucy threw her empty bottle at him and he caught it, tsking at her.

"Fuck you, Clav," She said. Clav put the bottle down and threw his arms up in a not-threatening way, as if trying to calm a wild animal.

"What's gotten into you?" He asks.

"I don't know, I don't know, just shut up," Lucy paces the office, her hands in her hair, trying not to think. She felt a large hand on her arm pull her into an embrace, normally she would never let Clav even close to her, but today for once she couldn't even fight him. She leaned into his chest and tried to calm her breathing.

"Do you wanna...I don't know...talk about it?" Clav asked awkwardly.

Lucy came to her senses and pulled away, shaking her head. Clav rubbed the back of his neck, thinking.

"Do you wanna...kill somethin?" He asked. Lucy seemed to become something like herself again, she smiled.

"What a great idea," She said

***

Down town New York was especially dangerous at night, most windows and doors remained closed and locked, but there were a few special people, rebels and thrill seekers who went out, and of the course the criminals. They made the wrong choice tonight. Lucy and her a few of her hounds walked the streets on the way to a random bar. Lucy was looking for someone special to play her victim. Clav stopped her and pointed.

Down an alley, a man had a young woman by the neck and was waving a knife around as he yelled at her. Lucy smiled, she liked the one's with weopons, they thought they were powerful.