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Flowers and Brimstone

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series and I'm not making any money here either.

Summary: Hades and Persephone have a baby, but they had to secret him away to the mortal world where he grew up believing he is human. He sees dead people. Plants talk to him. The meds do nothing but make him sneeze. But, one day, while visiting a garden shop with his folks, he falls face first into a situation that cracks the enchantment which cloaks him from the realm of myth. As if being the adopted son of a preacher man wasn't bad enough, now he's running from a snaked haired woman, a goat demon, and people with scary swords. Irreverence, Language, MM, OC, Violence

Chapter Four

"Has your brain done gone and went stupid?" Grover asked Annabeth. His eyes were as wide as porcelain china saucers. "You did not just go and slice open the hand of a God? Oh, Lord! Percy. My man! Tell me she didn't." He quickly faced Christian, holding up both his hands in hasty supplication to him. "Annabeth didn't mean a thing by it, Lord. She has a tick. Well, that's a lie and you know that's a lie, so forgive me for lying. She is but a simple, little woman. You know how her sex be. Pandora and all that jazz. Shouldn't be allowed beyond the sight of the kitchen sink."

Annabeth quite calmly hit the jabbering satyr over the top of his rock-hard head with the flat of her gleaming blade. It made a loud thunk sound and Grover looked up at the night sky.

"Rain?"

Christian, of course, had not heard a single word being said to him. He was far too concerned about the color of his blood. All he heard was Charlie Brown's teacher as he rode the waves in his mind.

I've never had a blood transfusion as far as I know. I've only ever had sex with William. But, that was in the cemetery out back. Oh, God! I knew the grass was dangerous. Weeds growing from the flesh of the jealous dead, seeking to kill us all.

"Babe?"

No. Don't be so fucking stupid. Oh, Shit! Do I have aids? Is this one of the symptoms?

He looked at his blood.

I've never used public toilets. Oh, fuck! Did Dad have an affair? Mom? Well, I can't really blame her. I would too.

"Baby?"

This isn't happening. I'm going to wake the fuck up right this fucking second.

He blinked and then began to pinch himself all over.

Wake up! Wake up, goddamn it! I don't want to be here. I want to be back in the car listening to Dad berate homosexuals so I can hate him again.

"Christian Shepherd!" William was bent over, shouting right in his face. "Snap the fuck out of it and calm down! Please?"

The dark headed teen blinked several times.

"Mosquitoes!" He snapped, holding up his bleeding hand. "Mosquitoes did this to me! It's the government. The government is trying to kill us all."

All three half-bloods just looked at him. Grover's mouth was gaping.

"Little needles on deadly wings," Christian ranted on, turning from them. "You never know you're pricked until you're itching like hell." He spun back around. "The water! I thought it tasted funny last week."

Grover leaned back, whispering in Annabeth's ear. "He's mad."

Christian moved to grab hold of William, but stopped a mere eyelash from the tall shade. "If I die we can touch again. We can be happy again. Let me kill myself. I don't want to waste away."

William looked as though he'd been kicked in the dick for the first time.

"Hush," the ghost spoke.

"I'm all alone now," Christian went on. "I have no one. Nobody. Nothing."

"I was murdered," William said. "Suicide is different. You know that. It hurts the soul. Believe me."

Christian wanted to argue, but he spun around and faced a tree. "You wouldn't mind if I hung myself from your branches would you?"

I'd sooner be struck down by a hard wind or a blazing bolt of lightning, Master. But, if you try, I'll let my limb break.

Christian felt as though he could grow fangs and razor sharp talons. He wanted to attack the twig for not giving into his dark desire.

"William?"

"Babe?"

"Instruct one of the children to hand me one of their swords."

The tree slightly rustled.

Christian's left eye twitched. "Don't you dare yawn at me!"

But I'm le tired.

Was that spoken with a French accent? If so, it was lousy and racist.

He raised his finger, pointed at the tree and was just about to scream 'HELLFIRE POWER!'

"Look Mommy!" A little girl yelled and pointed from her room. "That lady is yelling at that tree. Why is she yelling at the tree for? Is it a bad tree? Shouldn't bad trees get cut down?"

Christian's slender shoulders slumped. His twitching finger dropped to his side.

"Don't make eye contact, Honey," the little girl's mother said, pulling her back inside their hotel room. "It only encourages them."

The door slammed and locked.

"I am not a lady!" Christian yelled, stomping his foot. "I just have long hair!"

William toed at the grass, looking as if he were struggling not to smile, but keeping a wicked eye on Annabeth at the same time.

"Actually," Grover piped in, but Percy cut him off with a sharp elbow jab to his ribs.

"Will you come with me?" Percy asked Christian. He clicked his sword and it became a silver pen in his hand. "I can heal your cut."

Christian wanted to run screaming across the parking lot and into oncoming traffic. So much was happening far too fast for him to keep up.

The last two years exploded around him in horrific colors. William killed in action, ghosts haunting his every shadow, snake haired woman, parents turned to stone, goat boys, talking plants, hellfire, horny roses, bleeding gold, and now a sword just turned into an ink pen right before his stunned eyes with a mere click.

Yep. That pretty pink bus sure does look good enough to jump in front of right about now. It would be really quick, which, of course, knowing his luck, he'd more than likely survive and be paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of his life.

"You think I'm going to let him go anywhere with you after that little stunt your girlfriend just pulled with her sword?" William asked, crossing his muscular arms across his broad chest. "Oh, hell motherfuckin' nah. He's going nowhere with y'all."

"Annabeth is not my girlfriend," Percy said to the ghost, walking up to Christian. "We'll go Nowhere then. Come on."

William growled, puffing himself up to look even bigger than he already was, but Percy pointed to the sign over their heads.

NOWHERE OASES POOL. HAVE A SPLASH!

"That's not what I meant," William snarled. "And you know it, tween."

Annabeth spoke up. "Percy is the son of Poseidon. He can heal the wound I inflicted. We can talk why I did it afterwards."

"Talk?" William snorted and then yelled at her. "You attacked and made my boyfriend bleed!"

She walked up to William and his large fist came swiftly down and went right through her face and out the back of her head. She cocked a sharp brow and stood up on her tiptoes. With a dramatic eye-roll, he pulled his ghostly arm free from her neck* and bent down.

She whispered a few words into his ear and he lost all facial expression. He became stoic as she pulled away from him. With an eerie grace the dead possessed, he turned his head toward Christian without the rest of him moving. Christian has seen him do it enough to not be unnerved by it anymore.

"What?" Christian asked.

"Let Percy help you out, Babe. I'll be in the room."

He was gone.

Christian looked at Annabeth. "What did you say to my boyfriend?"

She put her blade away. "I'll tell you back in the room. Come on, Grover."

The satyr quickly followed.

"Come on," Percy smiled. "This will be quick and painless. I promise."

"What did she say to him?" Christian asked, following after the slightly shorter boy.

Percy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

Christian pursed his dewy red lips. "I bet it was a pussy joke."

Percy nearly tripped, but Christian paid no attention. He never saw it.

"William fears the pussy. I remember the time when he remembered the time falling out of one. Been scared of heights ever since. You see, his mom was a tall woman and his dad was even taller…"

To Be Continued…

Please review and tell me what you think so far.

~Flora

(*) = William's arm is now through Annabeth's neck because she stood up on tiptoe. As she went up, his arm went down from her face to her neck. He never moved. She did.
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