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Flowers and Brimstone	By : Hnoss Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 5191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 Five
Pool water shimmered pale blue and Percy asked Christian to take a seat near the edge. He sat down as he was politely instructed to do so and allowed the younger boy to examine his injured hand with his own. His golden blood glowed and seemed to sparkle under the security light and Percy was being extra careful not to let any of it to actually touch his own skin.
“What is wrong with my blood?” He asked Percy, fearing the absolute worst was about to crush the air from his lungs forever. “If I’m like you, would you also bleed as I do?”
The younger boy shook his dark head. “There is nothing wrong with you. So, calm down.”
Christian cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at him.
“I am only a Half-Blood,” Percy spoke, dipping his hand into the warm pool water. “I bleed red as any human.”
Christian made a face. “What are you saying?”
Percy pulled his wet hand from the pool and held it a few inches above Christian’s wound. Green eyes watched and still waited for an answer from the younger boy, but he was suddenly startled all over again.
A drop fell and landed on his injured flesh. His skin cooled and began to mend itself. He watched as sparkling drops of water dripped from Percy’s hand, magically healing his own.
Right before his stunned eyes, his hand was completely healed. It was as though he had never been sliced open by Annabeth’s blade.
He moved to wash the golden blood off into the pool, but Percy quickly stopped him from doing so. The boy snatched hold of his arm and shook his head.
“No,” Percy told him. “Not here. People swim here.”
Now Christian was even more frightened. “What? Why? What’s wrong with my blood?”
“Golden ichor,” Percy answered him. “It is fatal to mortals. You would contaminate the whole pool.”
Christian’s eyes widened in horror and he looked at his hands. “Am I dying?”
“No,” Percy said, looking away from him. “Far from it.”
Christian was only two clicks away from screaming at him. He wanted to know what the hell was going on and then he nearly stopped breathing altogether.
Ichor?
Mr. Walter’s class came rolling back through the recesses of his mind. There had been a test question about what ichor was on the mythology portion.
He gazed at Percy. Those blue eyes wouldn’t meet his. The boy looked as though he were really, really nervous.
He had written the answer out on the test form. Ichor is the ethereal fluid that is the gods’ blood. It is golden in color and deadly to mortals. It has often been spilled by great heroes and by rival gods.
The very essence of time seemed to slow all around him. He could hear the beating of his own heart and it actually sounded like a powerful, steady beating drum in his ears.
Blood of the gods…
William had come back to him from beyond the cold and isolated tomb. Plants spoke, sang and obeyed him. He could pick up a thousand pound statue of Christ and set pillows ablaze.
Medusa’s voice slithered through his mind.
What are you?
She had been unable to turn him to stone.
No, he put his hands to his ears, pressing as hard as he could against them. Don’t say it. Don’t think it. Just shut up.
She could turn humans to stone, but not him. He had been able to gaze upon her and remain unaffected.
“What is it like?” Percy asked, his voice calling him back, distracting him from his terribly almost revelation.
“What?” He asked, looking up from his lap, thankful for the sudden distraction.
“You and William,” the younger boy whispered. “What is it like?”
“Sad,” Christian answered him. “I can’t touch him and he can’t touch me. We’re together but separated. His death nearly destroyed me.”
“The good stuff,” Percy said, looking him in the eyes now. “Is it worth it?”
Christian nodded. “It is worth every laugh, every tear.”
Percy bit his bottom lip. He looked somewhat dreamy eyed now, like he was seriously thinking about someone.
“When you love someone, truly, truly love someone…don’t make the same mistake I did, Percy. Don’t ever allow yourself to walk away angry. Don’t let him fly away hurt.”
Percy paled before him.
Heavy words.
Heavy, heavy words.
They hung in the air like weights.
Echoed.
“Percy,” he said, holding up his healed hand. “Thank you.”
Percy softly smiled and rose to his feet. “We need to head back. Annabeth will have lots to say.”
Christian was getting up when a shrill scream sliced through the air like a razor. He lost his balance, gasped and toppled over backwards into the pool with a splash.
He came up spitting and thrashing. A woman was screaming louder and louder.
William popped in, causing Percy to yelp in surprise and jump away.
“We gotta go, Babe. Get out of the pool.”
Percy’s pen became a blade once more. “What happened?” He asked, looking for an enemy to cut up. “What’s going on?”
“No time,” William told him. “Get to the truck quickly.”
Christian climbed from the pool with Percy’s held and they both took off running. He spotted Grover and Annabeth already racing and nearing the truck with bags in hand.
“HEAD! A WOMAN’S HEAD!” A woman was screaming. “POLICE! POLICE!”
“What did you do?” Percy yelled at Grover, letting Christian jump into the truck beside Annabeth before he squeezed in.
“Me?” Grover asked, looking all offended. “What makes you think I did anything?”
Percy growled. “When do you not do anything?”
“Boys!” Annabeth snapped. “Shut up. Grover?”
“Yes Ma’am?”
“Drive!”
The goat floored it.
“William!” Christian yelled.
“Behind you, Babe.”
He looked.
William was in the back. His head was sticking through the locked window.
“A housekeeper saw Medusa,” Annabeth said.
“How?” Percy asked.
“Grover left the door open,” William spoke.
“Well, excuse me,” Grover snapped, turning onto a straight stretch of road leading out of town. “I was distracted by Annabeth slicing up a…”
Annabeth quickly elbowed the satyr in the ribs, causing Grover to yelp and swerve across the yellow line.
He yelled, straightening the wheel, barely missing a fire-red Corvette. “Are you crazy?”
She rolled her eyes.
Christian’s teeth were chattering. He was wet and cold and fiddling with the heater.
“Calm down you two,” Percy said, pulling out what appeared to be some kind of really old map.
Christian looked and he blinked his eyes. The map was changing.
“Where are we heading?” Annabeth asked.
Christian saw the location and struggled now to roll his eyes.
William pretended to be playing a banjo. “Y’all come back now, ya hear?”
“Why do I suddenly feel so very afraid?” Grover asked.
“We’ll find the second pearl at the Parthenon,” Percy answered, looking down at the glowing script on the map. “In Nashville…”
“I just had to ask,” Grover shuddered.
“Pearl?” Christian asked.
Annabeth explained.
Seven minutes later, Christian just kept staring straight ahead into the night.
William coughed, though he had no reason to do so. “But, there are only three pearls. When Percy rescues his mother, there will be five of you to transport out of that sewer.”
Silence followed.
“And what about my parents?” Christian asked.
More silence.
“If they are in this awful place,” he said. “I’m not leaving them there.”
Even more silence.
He fiddled some more with the heater, until Percy leaned forward and helped him.
“Thanks.”
Percy nodded. “We should find you some dry clothes.”
Annabeth quickly agreed. She suddenly looked excited.
Christian checked his back pocket for the first time. His wallet was still there.
“I have money,” he said, pulling it free from his wet pocket. “Find me a store.”
Grover stopped at a red light and then pointed. “Mall to the left.”
Annabeth’s eyes glittered. She now looked really excited.
“I think we may need a new game plan,” Percy mentioned, putting the map away. “I’m not very good with numbers.”
“I balanced a checkbook once,” William grinned.
Grover glared at the shade and Christian told him to shut up.
“We’ll call Luke then,” Annabeth said. “Maybe there is another way. He’s helped us get this far.”
Christian noticed how Percy’s face had lit up when Annabeth had said the name Luke. He looked away. That earlier conversation at the pool now made a lot more sense.
His Gaydar went ping.
Percy pulled out a laptop and the streetlight turned green.
“Luke?” William asked.
Percy nodded.
“Did he give you that magic map?” The shade asked.
Annabeth answered. “Yes.”
“So, he sent all three of you to Aunty Em’s?” William asked. “And yet all three of you were really surprised when Aunty showed up…”
All three slowly nodded.
“What are you saying?” Percy asked.
A horn honked from behind, causing them all to jump and Grover made the turn.
William shrugged his broad shoulders. “Nothing.”
The sparkle left Annabeth’s eyes.
“Babe,” William whispered into his ear. “I think we really need to talk.”
Christian was about to answer him when he suddenly froze.
“FUCK!”
Everyone jumped and Grover slammed on the brakes, nearly hitting the car in front of him.
“What the hell?” Grover yelled.
“I FELL IN THE POOL! WHAT IF KIDS GO SWIMMING?”
~To Be Continued…
Thank you all so much for the reviews. Please keep telling me what you all think. It keeps me writing.
~Flora.
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