The Last Bullet

Prologue

Supernatural/PJO does NOT belong to me (no matter how much I wish it did). Credit goes to Eric Kripke and Rick Riordan for their amazing stories.

Percy Jackson knew a lot of things. He knew how to kick monsters' furry butts. He knew how to haunt a ghosts memories. He even knew how to do a double backflip.

Another thing he knew was that it was really fucking bright.

Percy had opened his eyes, his head pounding and his body aching. His ears were ringing and his eyes felt like they were buzzing, and a few parts of his body were just completely numb.

"Turn off the lights," he moaned, shutting his eyes.

"This one's awake!" Someone shouted, and Percy distantly heard the sound of helicopter blades whirling.

"Am I in a helichopper?" Percy muttered, blinking his eyes open again, staring into the face of what looked to be a search-and-rescue worker. "Gotta land soon, Uncle Zeus will smite me."

"He's definitely delirious," the worked declared, shining a light in his eyes. "And concussed, by the looks of it."

"You're the one who's concussed if you think I'm H2ODelirous," Percy said, blinking at the light. "I'm not that famous."

"This one's still not showing any signs of responsiveness," someone said distantly, and Percy frowned.

"Who's not responsive," Percy blinked, trying to sit up. There was a sudden burst of pain in his chest, and he gasped.

"Don't worry about it," The worker said quickly, nervously. He pushed Percy back down — how did Percy even get up? — and Percy groaned.

"Does is smell like Ozone to anyone else?" Percy muttered. Everything was blurring, and he felt sick. He always felt this way when he lost too much blood. "How much blood have I lost, m'lady?"

"Um," the worker frowned. "Quite a bit. We're working on fixing that up. Also, I'm, uh, a man."

"You're a man?" Percy blinked again. "Huh. I really shouldn't assume, but I mean, I don't find anything wrong with just assuming. Like, once you tell me I'll correct myself, but I can't just not take my best guess. I mean I was also kind of joking. I was calling you 'he' in my head, just go check and see that the author wrote it. You know, you look like a friend of mine, his name's Will. Will is pretty cool, though I know he fucks Nico, and that's just gross. Why would you wanna kiss Death Breath?"

Luckily for Percy, his delirium had only gotten worse, and he had said all of that in Greek.

"Guys!" The worker yelled, looking panicked. "I need more O negative!"

"How'd you know my blood type?" Percy questioned, his eyes widening as he gasped. "Oh no! Are you a monster!" He shakily placed a hand on his chest, not noticing how it grew sticky with blood. "And I trusted your Will blue eyes! Oh dearest me, betrayed again! I am a Victorian Era child and I will give you the plague if you dare treat me in such a way again!" Percy was slowly developing a cliche British accent as he spoke. A very posh one.

"Sir, stay awake for a little longer, okay?" The worker said after what seemed like very little time to Percy. He hadn't even tried to go to sleep. But now that he thought about it... he was very tired.

"With great power... comes great need to take a nap," Percy laughed. "Nico said that, yeah? Oh, Nico's pretty cool. Y'know, he betrayed me, just like you? Got me locked in his dad's basement, and of course he saved me and all, but it still made me sad." Percy's voice slowly started trailing off as he spoke, his eyes fluttering closed. "He also didn't tell me he knew who I was... Pluto's ambassador and whatnot... little spooky bitch...."

"Sir?" The worker shook him, his eyes growing a little more panicked. "Sir?!?"

:) Here's the prologue. First chapter will still be up on Wednesday as planned, but I thought I'd post the prologue a bit earlier. I honestly had no clue what to do for the prologue, and I'm fairly proud of what I've come up with. I hope you guys enjoy this book, and I welcome you to The Last Bullet!!!