A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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Percy POV I saw the faces of many turning to me, waiting for some kind of response. Truth is, I was waiting for one, too. I was struggling to make up a decision. My thoughts were all over the place, and I struggled to make up my mind. Was I really worth all this? The possibility of Camp Half Blood being destroyed for good, and the loss of innocent lives. Or could I fight them, despite the fact that they were once mortals living normal lives?
"Where is Percy Jackson?!" Ari growled. Erasers behind him snickered, repeating his statement mockingly.
It was quiet, as everyone awaited what was to come. I made my decision then, stepping forward. Annabeth pulled me back, surprised. Upon the expression on my face, she reluctantly let go, realizing that I wouldn't change my mind. I calmly walked, knowing exactly where I needed to go. Eyes from both sides stared at me, giving me slight chills.
"Percy Jackson, you foolish boy. Did you really think you were truly free?!"
Ari's question was answered with more silence. The only thing I knew of was the crunch of leaves under my feet and the stares directed at my back. It was long and mentally draining, and time seemed to slow down.
I saw the other wolfmen noticing my approach. They snarled at the idea of me, while Ari produced a hostile grin.
He was under the delusion that it was going to be easy, proving from his satisfactory smile and obvious sense of accomplishment.
"I will come peacefully, with the promise that this camp isn't touched!" I demanded.
My words seemed insignificant to them, like I was a small nuisance that needed attending to. I kept walking until I was in between the two armies, directly in the middle.
My instincts told me to summon up a fight. The lake was not far away, and I could defeat them if I gave my all.
Ari ordered two Erasers to come and stabilize me. They kicked me in the gut, which I allowed in order to seem subjective. My arms wrapped around my waist as an involuntary response, yet I managed to make a decent play of falling onto my side.
"Get up," One of the Eraser's ordered.
He seemed comfortable with my plight. Which is exactly the way I wanted him to be.
I stood up slowly, making movements that would not intimidate my captors. It was only when they both grabbed my arms; opportunity showed it's blissful face. I jerked downward, using the Eraser to my left as extra weight to propel the other one away. It was fast, but gave me enough time to use my free arm to take out Riptide. I brandished my sword, slicing the Eraser who was holding me through the stomach. His strong hands kept a still firm grip on my forearm, and his claws dug into my skin painfully.
