Cursed- A Percy Jackson Fan fiction

Chapter: 7

Chapter 7

(A/N: *dodges knife*

please don't kill me, I know I took very long to update and I'm sorry, but I had run out of ideas for a scary amount of time. Also I was reading this book [on Wattpad duh] and I couldn't stop so ya.........

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rick Riordan does.)

Leo's P.O.V

The way Leo figured it, he spent more time crashing than he did flying.

If there were a rewards card for frequent crashers, he'd be like, double-platinum level.

He regained consciousness as he was free-falling through the clouds. He had a hazy memory of Khione taunting him right before he got shot into the sky. He hadn't actually seen her, but he could never forget that snow witch's voice. He had no idea how long he'd been gaining altitude, but at some point he must have passed out from the lack of oxygen. Now he was on his way down, heading for his biggest crash ever.

The clouds parted around him. He saw the glittering sea far, far below. No sign of the Argo Ⅱ. No sign of any coastline, familiar or otherwise, except for one tiny island at the horizon.

Leo couldn't fly, so he had a couple of minutes at most before he'd hit the water and go ker-splat.

He decided he didn't want that ending to the epic ballad of Leo. (a/n: This should actually be a thing- The Epic Ballad Of The Mcshizzle :] ) 

He was still clutching the Archimedes sphere, which didn't surprise him. Unconscious or not, he would never let go of his most valuable possession. With a little maneuvering, he managed to pull some duct tape from his tool belt and strap the sphere to his chest. That made him look like a low-budget Iron Man, but at least he had both hands free. He started to work, furiously tinkering with the sphere, pulling out anything he thought would help from his magic tool belt: a drop cloth, metal extenders, some string and grommets.

Working while falling was almost impossible. The wind roared in his ears. It kept ripping tools, screws, and canvas out of his hands, but he finally constructed a makeshift frame.

He popped open a hatch on the sphere, teased out two wires, and connected them to his crossbar.

How long until he hit the water? Maybe a minute.

He turned the sphere's control dial, and it whirred into action. More bronze wires shot from the orb, intuitively sensing what Leo needed. Cords laced up the canvas drop cloth. The frame began to expand on its own. Leo pulled out a can of kerosene and a rubber tube and lashed them to the thirsty new engine that the orb was helping him assemble.

Finally he made himself a rope halter and shifted so that the X-frame was attached to his back. The sea got closer and closer- a glittering expanse of slap-you-in-the-face death.

He yelled in defiance and punched the sphere's override switch.

The engine coughed to life. The makeshift rotor turned.

The canvas blades spun, but much too slowly. Leo's head was pointed straight down at the sea-maybe thirty seconds to impact.

At least no one's around, Leo thought bitterly, or I'd be a demigod joke forever: What was the last thing to go through Leo's mind? The Mediterranean.

Suddenly the orb got warm against his chest. The blades turned faster. The engine coughed, and Leo tilted sideways, slicing through the air.

"YES!" He yelled.

He had successfully made the world's most dangerous personal helicopter. (a/n: why do I love this line so much?)

He shot toward the island in the distance, but he was still falling much too fast. The blades shuddered. The canvas screamed.

The beach was only a few hundred yards away when the sphere turned when the sphere turned lava-hot and the helicopter exploded, shooting flames in every direction. As it was, the midair explosion probably saved his life. The blast flung Leo sideways while the bulk of his flaming contraption smashed into the shore at full speed with a massive KA-BOOM!

Leo opened his eyes, amazed to be alive. He was sitting in a bathtub-sized crater in the sand. A few yards away, a column of thick black smoke rolled into the sky from a much larger crater. The surrounding beach was peppered with smaller pieces of burning wreckage.

"My sphere." Leo patted his chest. The sphere wasn't there. His duct tape and rope halter had disintegrated.

He struggled to his feet. None of his bones seemed broken, which was good, but mostly he was worried about his Archimedes sphere. If he'd destroyed his priceless artefact to make a flaming thirty-second helicopter, he was going to track down that stupid snow goddess Khione and smack her with a monkey wrench.

He staggered across the beach, wondering why there weren't any tourists or hotels or boats in sight. The island seemed perfect for a resort, with blue water and soft white sand. Maybe it was uncharted. Did they still have uncharted islands in the world? Maybe Khione blasted him out of the Mediterranean altogether. For all he knew, he was in Bora Bora.

The helicopter apparently crashed onto something. The crater was littered with broken wooden furniture, shattered china plates, some half-melted pewter goblets and burning linen napkins. Leo wasn't sure why all that fancy stuff had been on the beach, but at least it meant that this place was inhabited, after all.

Finally he found the Archimedes sphere- steaming and charred but still intact, making unhappy clicking noises in the centre of the wreckage.

"Sphere!" he yelled. "Come to Papa!"

He skidded to the bottom of the crater and snatched up the sphere. He collapsed, sat cross-legged and cradled the device in his hands. The bronze surface was searing hot, but Leo didn't care. It was still in one piece, which meant he could use it.

Now, if he could figure out where he was and how to get back to his friends...

He was making a mental list of tools he might need when a girl's voice interrupted him: "What are you doing? You blew up my dining table!"

(a/n: Yup so.... That's it... Okay, I know that this is WAY too short but I've decided i'll do short and frequent chapters: like once in 2 days at least.....

So, that's it.

Also, Random Question: What's your favourite and least favourite PJO character?

Mine is Neeks as my fav and Gabe [it was a close match between him and Octavian] as my least fav)

~Yeet