The Hero Gone Wrong

Chapter 3

"Percy!" I felt myself being shaken awake, "Get up! We have our exams today."

I rolled over and muttered something like, "Exams? How about no."

Grover shook me again, "Peeercy!"

I opened my eyes, "What time is it?"

"7:45."

That woke me up. I jumped out of bed, quickly threw on some random orange shirt (wink wink) and jeans, brushed my teeth, and made sure my stuff was together before putting on shoes and flying out the door.

I didn't actually fly. That'd be weird.

***

Walking after Mr. Brunner's 3 hour Latin exam, I wasn't surprised when random Greek and Roman names appeared in front of my eyes.

"Percy" Mr. Brunner called me back, "Come here for a second.''

Nervously, I stepped back into the classroom.

"Percy. I'm sorry..." He handed me a letter. 

Dear Perseus,

I finally made the beginning out.

We are sorry to inform you, but you will not be invited back to Yancy Academy next year.

I didn't bother to read the rest, to read about everything I had done wrong, about everything that had been my fault.

"Im sorry Percy." Mr. Brunner said again,  "I tried to stop them. I really did."

I didn't listen to what he was saying and just walked out of the classroom.

I went through the rest of my classes, writing random stuff down. I didn't care if I failed anymore.

After what seemed like forever, the day was over. We were sent back to our dorms to gather our stuff and then that was it. No more Yancy.

Sure, there were a few things I'd miss about this place. I'd miss the view of the river running by our dorm window. I'd miss the long and confusing hallways that I'd managed to figure out throughout the years. I'd miss Mr. Brunner and his crazy tournament days when he would make us fight with any weapon we could find. And most of all, I'd miss Grover. The guy had been my best friend, we jad always protected each other. I didn't know how he would do without me.

I stuffed the last of my clothes into my backpack and looked around the room.

Grover tapped me on the shoulder, "Lets go Percy."

***

I thought I would be leaving Grover behind, but he insisted on coming with me. He was nervous the whole bus ride, tapping his feet, and his hands fumbling with things. You could almost believe he was the one with ADHD.

"What's wrong with you?" I finally asked.

"What do you mean?" He replied, glancing around.

"Are you looking for kindly ones or something?" I attempted to joke.

Grover looked like he was in shock. "W-What?"

I confessed about eavesdropping. I wanted to laugh at his shocked face, but somehow I knew I shouldn't. I found myself becoming anxious, glancing around like Grover.

Chill out, Percy. Nothing's gonna happen. I told myself.

If only I knew how wrong I was.

***

As soon as we got off the bus, Grover went to the restroom. He made me promise to wait for him (which I found a bit odd and stalkerish, but I agreed).

I looked around Manhattan and instantly felt at home. I know it must seem weird. But I grew up here. I knew my way around, and I hoped to work here one day.

I leaned against the wall, watching for Grover. What was taking him so long?

(Here is where it diverges from TLT)

I went to make sure he was okay when a hand gripped my arm.  I stood still, not daring to turn around and fave ny attacker.

"Don't struggle, kid." A deep voice said, "That'll make this a whole lot worse. Kate?"

"Don't call me that." An angry voice growled.

A blindfold was placed over my eyes and I felt handcuffs on my wrists.

"You were here at rhe perfect time, Persues Jackson. Now we dont have to go into the city to kidnap you. We can just burst out of this alley and drag you back in." The male said.

"Stop it Noah. You're scaring him. Plus the satyr will be back anytime. We need to hurry." 'Kate' said.

Someone grabbed me and dragged me into the alley.

"What is this, a horror movie where I get kidnapped and murdered?" I muttered.

"Maybe!" I could imagine Noah grinning (even though I had no idea what he looked like). Something collided with the back of my skull and my vision went black.

***

Meanwhile, a certain satyr named Grover Underwood had failed yet again. At first he thought his friend had went to get food or something, but when he saw the lonely bag and the blood stains he knew something was wrong.

Grover picked up the small coin with a scythe engraved. The mark of Kronos.

Chiron had said Percy would probably be a hero. Now, Percy seemed more like a hero gone wrong.

Sorry about the wait guys. I got a small writers block on this chapter, but I have the next ones planned out, so they should be up soon!

Thanks for reading!