Call me Omega(Percy Jackson fanfic)

Chapter 33

Percy's POV

"So you got in the Kappa team?"

I nodded, numb.

"Oh No..." He winced.

"Why?" I said tiredly.

"The guy leading the Kappa team is harsh. He makes the soldiers do useless dangerous things"

"Whatever. I want to rest."

He shrugged. "Sure." as he went out, he turned off the lights for me.

I flopped on my bed, throwing my crutches to the corner of my room.

I wanted to cry my eyes out.

But not a tear fell out.

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"Whats your name!" he barked.

"Omega."

Alex, the leader of the Kappa team stalked around me. He was wearing a cloak like mine, and was a few inches shorter than me, so he looked up slightly. He glared at me with his small sharp eyes.

He snarled. "Where are you from?!"

I stayed silent.

He stomped on my foot. "Answer! Where. Are. You from?"

"Earth." I said quietly.

"Take your mask off! And your hood!" he barked.

"I.. I can't..."

He tried to grab my hood, but he was too short. He glared at me.

"Take. It. Off."

I slowly removed the hood, revealing my black hair.

"Get a hair cut!" he snarled. "You!" he pointed in to the crowd. "Take him around. Be back for lunch time."

A boy grabbed my arm and tugged me away. When we were far enough to not hear his barking orders, he turned around.

"Gosh! Don't you know anything? Where were you! Didn't you train before you came here?"

I shook my head.

He sighed. "I can't belive I'm stuck with an idiot like you. Gods." he dragged me to a hair shop looking place. He dragged me to a chair, and a machine did my hair in 3 minutes.

"Can I put my hood on?"

He sighed. "Of course! Now we have to get back to the cafeteria."

We ran there, and sat down on the edge of the table. Food was passed around by the waiters and waitresses.

"Why don't we have any girls?"

"Alex doesn't take them." he said, chewing on his sandwitch. "Eat. You don't have a lot of time."

I stared at my pizza. "I don't really have a appetite."

He shrugged. "Your choice, but you'll regret it!"

"Whats your name?"

"Daniel. Son of Nemisis."

"Who are your parents?" he said around a mouthful of lettuce."

I looked down. I couldn't answer.

He rolled his eyes. "You aren't going to die if you tell me."

"I might...." I muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing." I said. "What do we do after?"

"Train. Alone or together."