The Next Generation: A Percy Jackson Kane Chronicles Crossover EDITING

I Try to Get Killed: Sarah POV

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Hope you like the next three or four chapters. THEY ARE ALL MINE. Enjoy, vote if you wanna, comment if you can, flag it as inappropriate if the urge strikes you. Actually, please don't do that, it would not be looked upon kindly.

-Sarox42

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[The word before the mini word by Sarah: Okay now where was I before Eva sooooooo rudely stole the recorder which I first stole from her? I mean it was at the good part too. I mean who does that? WAIT. Oh. My. Gods! The Stroll brothers...the Stole brothers. Oh well played Universe, well played! Irony is your specialty is it not? Oh, yeah. Story. Eva is always nagging at me to get it done. Well here goes nothing.]

[A mini word by Sarah:

As you've probably noticed or guessed, (or maybe you haven't, doesn't matter) I am currently recording my story on a device known as a recorder. Come on, I don't have time to write this crap down, I'm a busy girl! Besides I can talk faster. Really, this was a good idea. Thanks Sadie! Oh yeah and Carter a little bit.]

I think that Demigods have a problem with passing out. It happens a lot doesn't it? Annabeth told me that Percy passed out when he first came to Camp. [She also told me he drooled on himself, but that isn't the point.] With the completely exhausting day I had been having, can you really blame me for blacking out? Answer: No, you can't. But, if you really want to, you can blame me for what I did when I woke up.

Usually, when you wake up in a strange place, after having a strange day, in the middle of a crappy week, it takes you a few seconds to remember exactly what you are doing in the said 'strange place'.

But if you're like me you go completely wack-job psycho.

It probably wasn't helped by the sight of Argus, the many eyed man, in the corner of my room. He was leaning against the wall casually, blinking calmly at me. Naturally, I assumed he was a monster and attacked. After kicking him repeatedly in the shin, I aimed a bit higher. Poor Argus, he fell to the floor clutching his...erm...well you get the idea. I then zoomed out of the door, ran down the hall like my life was in danger, and stumbled down the stairs right into a man.

"Baaah!" He said indignantly and straightened a Rasta cap on top of his head. I jumped back and did a double take. I had thought that maybe he was wearing some shaggy brown pants when I barreled into him, but no. Those pants where not pants at all. Another monster?! I thought immediately. [I was not in my right mind okay?] I scurried back and thumped into a wall. The thing advanced towards me. [Grover: Hey! I'm not a thing!] [Grover, I'm making it dramatic.] [Eva: So you'll let Grover in your room but not me?]

"Do you know where Percy is? There's uhh...a situation."

I stared at him. "...You know Percy?" I asked hesitantly.

"Doesn't everyone?" he snorted.

Luckily, Percy walked in and stopped me from braining him with a blunt object.

"Hey Grover, everything's taken care of. He's distracted...for now." Percy sighed and rubbed his forehead. He looked at me, "Oh, hey. You're finally up." Immediately I remembered the monster in my room.

"There was a guy up stairs! He-!" I began hurriedly.

"Oh that was Argus, our security guard," he cut me off. "Don't worry you get used to him."

Uh-oh. "So...he was supposed to be there?"

"Yeah, why?"

I then explained why the security guard was incapacitated. Grinning, Percy sprinted upstairs while Grover eyed me nervously. For good reason. When he returned, he was supporting Argus who was limping and clutching himself.