Bab 9: Ch.9
My body was on fire, I guess increasing my vitality affected my godly blood. I couldn't think about that though as the pain was enough to knock me down. I curled into a ball and screamed, I could feel blood pooring out of my eyes. Eventually the pain knocked me out.
When I woke up I felt different. My body felt far stronger than increasing my strength had ever done, maybe it had to do with my godly blood being stronger now but honestly I didn't want to think about it. I knew that I probably wouldn't do that again as it was to painful, it may have been a way to force myself into godhood when I wasn't truly ready.
Ignoring those thoughts I walked over to the lamp and woke myself up in the real world.
That morning, Chiron moved Percy and I to cabin three.
We didn't have to share with anybody. We got to sit at our own dinner table, pick all our own activities, call "lights out" whenever we felt like it, and not listen to anybody else.
I could tell Percy hated it.
He must have felt he had a home in cabin eleven and what it might be like to be a normal kid—or as normal as you can be when you're a half-blood—but we'd been separated out as if we had some rare disease.
Nobody mentioned the hellhound, but I got the feeling they were all talking about it behind our backs. The attack had scared everybody. It sent two messages: one, that we were the son of the Sea God; and two, monsters would stop at nothing to kill us. They could even invade a camp that had always been considered safe.The other campers steered clear of us as much as possible, I had to go out of my way to find some of kids of Hephaestus, I gave them the schematics of the axe I used in the dream and asked if they could make it for me. They told me it would take a day or two but they could do it easily.
Cabin eleven was too nervous to
have sword class with us after what we had done to the Ares folks in the woods, so we only had lessons with Luke. He pushed Percy harder than ever, and wasn't afraid to bruise him up in the process, honestly though his fighting felt unrefined to me after all the skill increases I'd given myself.
"You're going to need all the training you can get," he promised Percy, as we were working with swords and flaming torches. "Now let's try that viper-beheading strike again. Fifty more repetitions."
Annabeth would teach us Greek in the mornings, but she seemed distracted. Every time we tried to say something, she scowled, as if we'd just poked her between the eyes.
After lessons, she would walk away muttering to herself: "Quest ... Poseidon? ... Dirty rotten
... Got to make a plan ..."
It was honestly funny if she thought she was going on a quest with us.
Even Clarisse kept her distance, though her venomous looks made it clear she wanted to kill Percy for breaking her magic spear. I knew somebody at camp resented us, because that night we entered our cabin and found a
mortal newspaper dropped inside the doorway, a copy of the New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. The article took us almost an hour to read, because the angrier I got, the more the words floated around on the page.
BOYS AND MOTHER STILL MISSING AFTER
FREAK CAR ACCIDENT
BY EILEEN SMYTHE
Sally Jackson and sons Percy and Adrian are still missing one week after their mysterious disappearance. The family's badly burned '78 Camaro was discovered last Saturday on a
north Long Island road with the roof ripped off and the front axle broken. The car had
flipped and skidded for several hundred feet before exploding.
Mother and sons had gone for a weekend vacation to Montauk, but left hastily, under
mysterious circumstances. Small traces of blood were found in the car and near the scene of the wreck, but there were no other signs of the missing Jacksons. Residents in the rural area reported seeing nothing unusual around the time of the accident.
Ms. Jackson's husband, Gabe Ugliano, claims that his stepsons, Percy Jackson and Adrian Jackson, were troubled children who had been kicked out of numerous boarding schools and had expressed violent tendencies in the past.
Police would not say whether sons Percy and Adrian are a suspect in their mother's disappearance, but they have not ruled out foul play. Below are recent pictures of Sally Jackson, Percy, and Adrian.
Police urge anyone with information to call the following toll-free crime-stoppers hotline.
The phone number was circled in black marker.
I wadded up the paper and threw it away, then flopped down in my bunk bed in the middle of
my empty cabin.
"Lights out," Percy said miserably.
~Percy Pov~
That night, I had my worst dream yet.
I was running along the beach in a storm. This time, there was a city behind me. Not New
York. The sprawl was different: buildings spread farther apart, palm trees and low hills in the distance.
About a hundred yards down the surf, two men were fighting. They looked like TV wrestlers, muscular, with beards and long hair. Both wore flowing Greek tunics, one trimmed in blue, the other in green. They grappled with each other, wrestled, kicked and head-butted, and every time they connected, lightning flashed, the sky grew darker, and the wind rose.
I had to stop them. I didn't know why. But the harder I ran, the more the wind blew me back,
until I was running in place, my heels digging uselessly in the sand.
Over the roar of the storm, I could hear the blue-robed one yelling at the green-robed one,
Give it back! Give it back! Like a kindergartner fighting over a toy.
The waves got bigger, crashing into the beach, spraying me with salt.
I yelled, Stop it! Stop fighting!
The ground shook. Laughter came from somewhere under the earth, and a voice so deep and evil it turned my blood to ice.
Come down, little hero, the voice crooned. Come down!
The sand split beneath me, opening up a crevice straight down to the center of the earth. My feet slipped, and darkness swallowed me.
I woke up, sure I was falling.
I was still in bed in cabin three. My body told me it was morning, but it was dark outside, and thunder rolled across the hills. A storm was brewing. I hadn't dreamed that.
I heard a clopping sound at the door, a hoof knocking on the threshold.
~Mc Pov~
The day had passed far to fast and I was already back in the dream. I knew I had to beat the boss tonight to go back but I felt that it wouldn't be to hard this time. I knew something was going to change when I did though, I could feel it.
Killing my way through Yharnam and finally seeing the beast in human skin, I charged. He felt slower now, not nearly as slow a I'd hoped he would be compared to me now but I'd make do.
He swung his axe at me and rolled to the side, swinging as I stood cutting a gash in his thigh. As he stumbled I put a bullet in his chest, that gave me an opening so I rushed in and shoved my hand into his chest. After pulling out... *heh* He turned in a beast finally.
The real fight started then, he was easily twice as fast. I kept dodging while doing my best to watch out for the tombstones, I didn't want to die again because I'd tripped. Thinking I had enough distance I went to through a molotov, the beast was far faster than I realized though, his claw cut through my arm like a hot knife through butter.
From then on it was a race against time, dodging backwards, I could never seem to get enough time to heal. The beast tried to grab to me but I managed to jump back just in time, that's when I got my first opening. Slamming my axe down on one of his arms, it was cut cut off.
Jumping forward I slammed my axe into what I thought was his kneck, I only realized it wasn't when a massive claw cut across my stomach. The beast had used the stub of his cut off hand to block my axe. It became a flurry of axe and claw from then on, I couldn't stop hitting him so I could heal and he wanted to kill me before he died.
My axe hitting his clawed arms shoulder was the turning point, I could hear and feel the bone snapping under the weight of my hit. From then on the beast could only try and bite me, but before it could really try I cut his neck in half. Not quite cutting his head off, I kicked his body off my axe blade and then dropped my axe on his neck again finally cutting off his head.
Standing up I had to inject multiple blood vials just to be able to move at all. Seeing a lamp near me I went to the dream. The lamp that could bring my to the real world was waiting for me but I went to the doll instead. I wanted to increase my strength, skill, and arcane for the last time, putting all the echoes I could into them.
Finally going back to the waking world I could tell I wouldn't be back here for a while. As I woke up I found new information in my head saying that I could only defeat two bosses in a year, honestly that scared me as that ment the later bosses where going to take that long to beat.
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So I decided he can only beat two bosses a year. If you're wondering why then you prolly need to understand that I don't want the Mc to be a god within a year. If I did that then the story would be boring and pointless. If you don't like this then give me suggestion on how I should slow his progression down, cause honestly without doing this the story will barely have any PJO and only be about BB.
Anyways have a nice day folks, if inspiration strikes there may be another chap today.
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