heeey people. I don't think anyone read 16, and i was very sad about this, but i figured people have been starting school. I have not yet, thank the gods. But anyway, if you're going to read, you should comment, my wonderful readers!
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and The Olympians. Rick Riordan does, and I'm just saying this because I do not wish to be sued. Been there done that.
I looked around the bus never blinking, not once. A lot can happen between the times of blinking an eye, things you can’t even imagine. That’s when I saw them. Yes, them, all three of them actually. The Furies. Well, they only come out on special occasions. They either want to party or fight, I figured fight.
“Percy,” I clamped my hand onto his knee cap to get his attention. He looked at me then looked around, that’s when he’s facial expression told me he saw them. He kept quiet and scrunched down into his seat. Yeah, real brave Mr. Hero. They all sat down in a row behind the driver, and they all crossed their legs making an X. I don’t know why we all just couldn’t leave and give them Percy, but they were making it clear that this was some serious business. The bus began moving and a feeling of relief hit me, I don’t know why because eventually we will have to fight them, unless…
Percy cut my thought of a plan off, “She didn’t stay dead long. I thought you said they could be dispelled for life.” If you’re lucky man and you and luck are not friends.
“I said if you’re lucky,” I told him. “And you’re obviously not. I forgot Grover was next to me because he hasn’t talked since they got on the bus, but I looked beside me and saw him quivering.
“All three of them,” He said, his voice shaking. “Di immortals!” I had to create a plan, because there’s always a way out of a situation, and I had the gift of finding that out. All we have to do is get Percy out of site; he can wear my Yankees cap. Yes, and then Grover and I can sneak through the windows or uh… the back door. There has to be a way.
“It’s okay,” I said reassuring them. “The Furies. The three worst monsters from the Underworld. No problem. No problem. We’ll just slip out the windows.”
“They don’t open,” Grover moaned scrunching down into his seat.
“A back exit,” I hoped. I didn’t get an answer, so I took that as a no.
“They won’t attack us with witnesses around, will they?” Percy said with the slightest bit of hope creeping up onto his face, but you could see through it. He knew that they’re stubborn monsters and will do anything to get what they want, besides what can mortal eyes see? Pretty much nothing.
“Mortals don’t have good eyes. Their brains can only process what they see through the mist,” I told him, with not much hope as well. We’d have to fight them, and we might have to lose. Maybe even die, but we might as well go down fighting, right?
“They’ll see three old ladies killing us, won’t they?”
They might see three old ladies talking, or just making big noise, or nothing. There’s no way of telling what a mortal will or won’t see.
“Hard to say. But we can’t count on mortals for help. Maybe an emergency exit through the roof?” That’s when all the light we had were the crappy bus lights and all I could hear was the roaring sound of the tunnel. The old ladies stood, brushing off their dresses even though there was nothing to brush off. “I have to use the restroom,” The middle one said in a calm voice.
“So do I,” The right one said, brushing off her dress as well.
“So do I,” The left one said, doing the same.
They were like robots, really creepy robots dressed in really ugly dresses which made it creepier. An idea hit me; it was weird, just all of a sudden.
“I’ve got it. Percy, take my hat.”
“What?” He asked, I didn’t really feel like explaining things, but I did for the boy with a brain full of seaweed’s sake.
“You’re the one they want. Turn invisible and go up the aisle. Let them pass you. Maybe you can get to the front and get away.”
“But you guys-,” I cut him off.
“There’s an outside chance they may not notice us. You’re the son of the Big Three. Your smell might be overpowering,”
“I can’t just leave you,” He protested.
“Don’t worry about us,” Grover said. Go!”
He put on the hat and was gone, I could sense him walking past me and up the aisle, but I acted like I felt nothing. Grover and I just had to act normal.
“Think this will work?” Grover asked.
“I’m hoping,” I told him, keeping my hand securely on my dagger in my pocket.
“What if it doesn’t?” He asked after a few seconds.
“What if it does? We can’t worry about anything until it happens. Even though I would surely love know what going on with Percy right now there’s nothing we can do. We just got to hope for the best right now. If it doesn’t work we will fight, because we might as well try.”
“I don’t think this is going to work, the Furies aren’t that stupid Annabeth.”
“Yeah, well neither are we.”
“Even Percy?”
“Yes, even Percy.”
“Don’t you call him seaweed brain?”
“Didn’t he survive The Minotaur?”
“Yeah he did.”
“Don’t worry so much, Goat boy.”
“He scowled at him nickname and then softened, nodding his head.
“Grover, just hope for the best,” I told him looking at him straight in the eye. He nodded again and I thanked him. Hope is something we’re going to need right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and The Olympians. Rick Riordan does, and I'm just saying this because I do not wish to be sued. Been there done that.
I looked around the bus never blinking, not once. A lot can happen between the times of blinking an eye, things you can’t even imagine. That’s when I saw them. Yes, them, all three of them actually. The Furies. Well, they only come out on special occasions. They either want to party or fight, I figured fight.
“Percy,” I clamped my hand onto his knee cap to get his attention. He looked at me then looked around, that’s when he’s facial expression told me he saw them. He kept quiet and scrunched down into his seat. Yeah, real brave Mr. Hero. They all sat down in a row behind the driver, and they all crossed their legs making an X. I don’t know why we all just couldn’t leave and give them Percy, but they were making it clear that this was some serious business. The bus began moving and a feeling of relief hit me, I don’t know why because eventually we will have to fight them, unless…
Percy cut my thought of a plan off, “She didn’t stay dead long. I thought you said they could be dispelled for life.” If you’re lucky man and you and luck are not friends.
“I said if you’re lucky,” I told him. “And you’re obviously not. I forgot Grover was next to me because he hasn’t talked since they got on the bus, but I looked beside me and saw him quivering.
“All three of them,” He said, his voice shaking. “Di immortals!” I had to create a plan, because there’s always a way out of a situation, and I had the gift of finding that out. All we have to do is get Percy out of site; he can wear my Yankees cap. Yes, and then Grover and I can sneak through the windows or uh… the back door. There has to be a way.
“It’s okay,” I said reassuring them. “The Furies. The three worst monsters from the Underworld. No problem. No problem. We’ll just slip out the windows.”
“They don’t open,” Grover moaned scrunching down into his seat.
“A back exit,” I hoped. I didn’t get an answer, so I took that as a no.
“They won’t attack us with witnesses around, will they?” Percy said with the slightest bit of hope creeping up onto his face, but you could see through it. He knew that they’re stubborn monsters and will do anything to get what they want, besides what can mortal eyes see? Pretty much nothing.
“Mortals don’t have good eyes. Their brains can only process what they see through the mist,” I told him, with not much hope as well. We’d have to fight them, and we might have to lose. Maybe even die, but we might as well go down fighting, right?
“They’ll see three old ladies killing us, won’t they?”
They might see three old ladies talking, or just making big noise, or nothing. There’s no way of telling what a mortal will or won’t see.
“Hard to say. But we can’t count on mortals for help. Maybe an emergency exit through the roof?” That’s when all the light we had were the crappy bus lights and all I could hear was the roaring sound of the tunnel. The old ladies stood, brushing off their dresses even though there was nothing to brush off. “I have to use the restroom,” The middle one said in a calm voice.
“So do I,” The right one said, brushing off her dress as well.
“So do I,” The left one said, doing the same.
They were like robots, really creepy robots dressed in really ugly dresses which made it creepier. An idea hit me; it was weird, just all of a sudden.
“I’ve got it. Percy, take my hat.”
“What?” He asked, I didn’t really feel like explaining things, but I did for the boy with a brain full of seaweed’s sake.
“You’re the one they want. Turn invisible and go up the aisle. Let them pass you. Maybe you can get to the front and get away.”
“But you guys-,” I cut him off.
“There’s an outside chance they may not notice us. You’re the son of the Big Three. Your smell might be overpowering,”
“I can’t just leave you,” He protested.
“Don’t worry about us,” Grover said. Go!”
He put on the hat and was gone, I could sense him walking past me and up the aisle, but I acted like I felt nothing. Grover and I just had to act normal.
“Think this will work?” Grover asked.
“I’m hoping,” I told him, keeping my hand securely on my dagger in my pocket.
“What if it doesn’t?” He asked after a few seconds.
“What if it does? We can’t worry about anything until it happens. Even though I would surely love know what going on with Percy right now there’s nothing we can do. We just got to hope for the best right now. If it doesn’t work we will fight, because we might as well try.”
“I don’t think this is going to work, the Furies aren’t that stupid Annabeth.”
“Yeah, well neither are we.”
“Even Percy?”
“Yes, even Percy.”
“Don’t you call him seaweed brain?”
“Didn’t he survive The Minotaur?”
“Yeah he did.”
“Don’t worry so much, Goat boy.”
“He scowled at him nickname and then softened, nodding his head.
“Grover, just hope for the best,” I told him looking at him straight in the eye. He nodded again and I thanked him. Hope is something we’re going to need right now.
