Chapter five

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Percy Jackson belongs to Uncle Rick not me sadly.
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    It was morning and I woke up, showered, and got dressed in shorts and a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. I walked out the door and went to the armory to see Connor already waiting for me, practicing with his sword slicing up dummies and looking out of breath. "What did those poor dummies ever do to you T.B?" "T.B?" "Stands for Thief Boy obviously. But I think it's too short so I'll keep it Thief Boy. So what weapon would be good. I was thinking a dagger if possible." "Come over here. This is the dagger section here try this one. It's called "Mónos", it means...." "Alone in Greek. Wait how did I know that?" "All Greek half bloods can speak Greek with great fluency. And they usually have dyslexia and/or ADHD." "I have both. Hmm so I guess I'm more normal than I thought." "You're not normal, you're extraordinary." He said, smirking at that point. I giggled, again. Ugh why can't I just not giggle for once! "I don't think "Mónos" is gonna work since well I'm not alone anymore." "Okay how about this one," he said as he picked it up, ""Polemistís" it means warrior, which is what you are." I gripped it in my hand than threw it at a dummy without looking. Right in the center of the target. "Wow, you're a natural!" "Thanks I said as I grabbed it out of it's head. I walked back than repeated hitting their heads and slashing every single part of them letting out all of my anger and sadness. I tried hard to fight the memories at the orphanage where it wasn't like an orphanage, more like a secret assassin camp. Mrs. Prinkle trained us or rather just me in being a assassin like warrior, making me do stuff I didn't want to do, her hurting me over and over again and abusing me till it left me practically dead. I trained harder and harder till the pain and agony washed over me and I couldn't take it. I broke down sobbing. No one knew who I was, who I am, no one will get it, everyone will think I'm a freak. "Pepper! What's wrong?" "You wouldn't understand. No one will ever understand." I whispered. "Pepper tell me what's wrong right now or I'm taking you to Percy." his voice was so stern, it was hard to believe it came from him. I told him everything that I was trained for at the orphanage, sobbing into his shirt after I was done. He didn't let go of me after I said it all and I didn't mind. After that we just sat there, hugging each other while I'm crying and he's whispering to me "It's okay Pepper. You're not that kind of person. You're not a cruel killing machine. You're my best friend and you're super funny and smart and way too nice for your own good." The last part was a joke and I had to laugh at it. I got up and said, "It's already time for breakfast Connor. We should get going or Percy's gonna start screaming at me asking where I've been." "Ok, let's go." he wiped off my tear that was on my cheek and put his arm around me and we started walking to the dining hall.

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