Yay! Percy Jackson fanfic time!! :) Violence Warning, I guess. (Scratch didn't like it very much...k/ll) Chapter in the Notes/credits and up here Scratch picture is the "cover" That's Venus! :D First~ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/811362488/ Previous~https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/886225391/ Next~ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/895213058/ Chapter 26 It was the centaurs. You know, the ones from way back. My first battle. “Hello, doll.” The leader purred. “We’ve missed you.” Castor tried to stand up, but his face paled, and he was forced to sit back down. “Just try to put your hands on her.” He threatened. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t very intimidating. “Glady.” He grinned. He grabbed Colleen and I. He passed Colleen to the centaur next to him, who giggled greedily, and held me in a choke hold. Mac growled. “You forget, just because he’s incapacitated doesn’t mean I am.” He lunged as if to move forward, but the centaur held out a hand. “One more step, and we kll the girls. Then you.” His eyes weren’t playful anymore. I realized he must have fought very hard to get out of Tartarus. His eyes were bloodshot and his ragged coat was missing even more fur. I tried to come up with a plan. Anything to get us out alive. But I was so tired. I slumped in the centaurs arms. He smirked. “Alright. Let’s get you back to our boss.” A centaur grabbed Mac and restrained him, and another scooped up Castor, turning his face green. I tensed. “Now, now, you wouldn’t want him to, let’s say, gain further injry would you?” He smiled grossly, his breath clouding my face. I flinched and spat in his face. He growled and reached to claw my face with his ragged yellow nails, then changed his mind and smiled again. He nodded towards the one holding Castor and my chest felt heavy. “No!” I cried. “Not him. If you hurt him I’ll kll all of you and then myself.” He scoffed. “You’re nothing right now, doll. And besides, you can’t k/ll yourself.” “Maybe not. But I can become very hard to find.” He hesitated, and then ran his claws down my face, making me cry out.
“Let's go.” He carried us out to their police car. “You went all out in disguise, huh?” Castor asked. “Don’t get cheeky, boy. You’re in condition to afford losing anymore blood.” For some reason that only made him continue. “Sure, yeah. But like, where did you even get these from? I don’t think they sell them at the mall. Or that the seller could handle your stench.” “Shut up! Shut him up!” He laughed. “Can’t take a playful tease? And here I thought you were men. Well, kind of. After all you’re half… donkey? Did I mention the smell?” One of the centaurs smacked him, sending him to the floor. “Now, that wasn’t very fair. Can’t really fight you right now can I? Stinking donkeys.” He tried to casually pull himself up, but ended up vomiting on the concrete. “Castor…” I tried to warn, telling him to stop whatever he was doing. He looked me in the eyes. “We’re not giving up,” They seemed to say, “Not now.” I snapped out of the odd sleepy trance I was in. Winking at Colleen, I said, “Honestly though. You smell like a petting zoo on world tour.” Colleen giggled. “They smell more like camels to me than donkeys.” Mac seemed to catch on. “Urgh, I can barely survive this one’s armpit.” “That’s it!” Their leader shrieked “get them in the c-” I interrupted him by snapped my head back into his jaw. He reached for his face, and dropped me. I fell down. Colleen helped me up, and we ran to Castor. “You have anything on you?” I asked. She grinned. “Of course.” She pulled a dagger from her boot, the inside of her hoodie, and her sleeve. “Always be prepared. That’s what my mom would say…” She blinked a couple times, then handed me a dagger. “Anyways, let’s go!” She ran fiercely at the centaur who had held her hostage and slashed across his chest turning him to a gross yellow dust. She smirked. “Take that you filthy donkey.” I stalked closer to the one who captured me. Their leader. “This is the last time you mess with me, donkey. I am not your doll, and tell your ‘master’ if she wants me, she can get me herself.” “Sorry, doll, but idle threats don’t work on our master.” He grinned. “I told you not to call me that.” I growled. I ran forward and stabbed down into his cold, ugly, donkey heart. He exploded into black dust. “Bye, bye, donkey king.” I smirked, then slashed at another centaur. Castor, bless him, had pushed himself into a sitting position and was managing to shoot his bow left-handed. And pretty well too. Mac on his part had pulled out his giant war hammer and was exploding the centaurs to dust. Nimble Colleen was using stealth to cut them down. Pretty soon, they were all piles of dust. Breathing heavily, I walked towards Castor. “How’s your arm?” I asked. “Pretty good considering everything. I’ll try to heal it when we get back. Hopefully dad will help.” He looked unconvinced though. “Hey, you’re “favorite of Apollo mighty”’ I said. He gave a small laugh. Colleen walked up. “So… what do we do now?” I paused. “I honestly have no idea. We’re stuck in a hospital parking lot, with wanted posters, and we’re by…” I squealed. “That’s it! Now, who can drive?” *************************************** Mac was driving us to Castor’s house, where, hopefully, we could figure out how to get to LA. DId Mac know how to drive? Well, define ‘know’. I mean, he was a son of Hepheastus, so machines were his thing. Of course, he changed a couple things to make them ‘better’, but things were going fine for now. We were cruising down highway 83 in a police car. Brownsville TX to Austin. Mac and Castor in the front, Colleen and I in the back. I sank back into my seat, sighing. “So, think we’ll get there without any trouble?” I asked her. She laughed. “Holy Zeus, no.” I laughed. “Well, I certainly hope not. I’m so tired. Just four hours ‘till Austin!” She whooped. Then it got quiet. “Venus… are you sure we’ll survive this? I mean, what if Hades doesn't cooperate, or we die?” I paused, not knowing what to say. “I- I honestly don’t know. But, all we can do is try, right?” Colleen didn’t look very reassured. “Um, okay. So… Castor, what will we do when we get to your mom’s house?” Castor cringed. “Well, we’ll see if we can get some supplies, maybe she can drive us to LA, or an airport?” The conversation seemed to die after that. Colleen drifted off to sleep before I did, and I looked out the window, staring at the starry sky. At this point, we had about 20 minutes before we got to Castor’s place. Anxiety wove through me, and I felt it suffocating my every thought. Soon, the car pulled up to a driveway, slowly, as if scared to disturb the peace. We were there. Castor startled awake, as if he could sense the presence of his old home. He took a deep breath. “Home, sweet home.”
