The Blood of Olympus

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Percy

Hi guys!!! PERCY UPDATE!!!!! XD 

Okay here's a major warning: percabeth+snogging :P Deal with it ahaha

Seriously, I loved writing this chapter! I was in a really angsty mood and I guess it all came out in my writing. Plus I was listening to the song on the multimedia bit...hehehe

Enjoy but keep in mind it is unedited so expect the word "Pooping" instead of "Popping" XP

 

Percy

Percy was not having the time of his life.

Under the flickering light of torches, he could just see the shadowy outlines of monsters: broad, hulky shoulders, more than two arms swinging as the creature trudged along and the occasional glint from sharp eyes or teeth.

Percy was currently being pushed roughly forward, a monster grunting impatiently behind him. Momentarily, he felt a surge of panic before seeing the glint of matted, dry locks of blonde hair just a few metres in front of him.

Percy moistened his parched lips, swallowing nervously. He was scared. There was no point denying that. He and Annabeth were being dragged through a network of dark, monster-filled tunnels with no escape, heading towards some place where they would be sacrificed to wake some stupid earth goddess.

And if that wasn’t scary enough, the darkness seemed to be closing in on him; consuming him with memories of Tartarus.

He shuddered and was rewarded with a spear poking him in the small of his back-right where his Achilles heel used to be. The feeling of have it poked was not exactly pleasant.

Annabeth stumbled a little and nearly fell over. Whether it was exhaustion or the uneven brick underneath their feet, Percy didn’t get time to wonder.

A monster-whatever they were- kicked Annabeth in the back of her knee and, with a gasp of surprise and pain, she fell on the ground.

“No!” Percy yelled in pure desperation to protect his girlfriend.

The monster ignored him and kicked Annabeth once, twice, three times in the stomach, before Percy lunged at him like a wild animal.

He slammed a fist into the creature’s face and instinctively his hand flew to his pocket, where Riptide would normally be.

Unfortunately, Percy had forgotten at that moment that Chrysaor had disarmed him as soon as he had the chance. So after silently cursing himself at his own forgetfulness, he ducked a strike from the monster before tackling it and sending it to the ground.

The hellhounds, dracaenas and other monsters circled around the fight scene, hissing in pleasure as they watched Percy’s opponent twist his arm roughly behind his own back.

Percy bit back a cry, and the monster responded by yanking his arm even more brutally, disappointed by the lack of screaming.

There was a small crack! And Percy gasped in pain, falling to his knees as almost unbearable pain flooded his senses.

“Percy!” Annabeth cried, climbing to her feet.

Chrysaor and Medusa (still covered by her dark veil) pushed their way through the crowd of cheering monsters and hauled Percy to his feet.

Chrysaor glared at the dracaena who was supposed to be guarding Percy. “Keep hold of him, will you?” He snapped.

The dracaena hisses in process. “He isss unpredictable and…he isss quite ssstrong.”