Chapter XXIV   Oooooohh, Fuck This, Fuck That, Godsfuckigdamnit, Fu-OH SHIT WAIT NO

"Percy! Leo!" Jason called out, jogging up to them. Their heads snapped to him, breaking off their conversation about what Terminus was doing. He was slightly out of breath, having run from a distance. "Thalia just IM'd me, she said she'd be heading over soon with the Hunters, they thought that they might be able to help track down who's killing the Gods if we can give them more information." Jason said.

"What information? What do we have that they can use?" Leo snorted.

"I..I'm not sure. But maybe they'll be able to look at the cabins or something, maybe recognize a signature, I'm not sure...but we have to do something, don't we? We can't just let the Gods die..." Jason said, tone solemn and face hard. Percy bit his lip.

"Really, Jason, what can we tell them? 'Yeah, some of the cabins have been ruined more than others, and that's all we really know'. Doesn't seem like much." Pleaaaassseee don't let the Hunters come, I don't need more noses up my ass! Mentally, Percy was groaning, sighing and bemoaning his hardships.

"I don't know about you, but I don't know how the Hunters do their whole...tracking thing. Who knows what will help them? All we can do is hope they'll be able to use something." Jason shrugged, unable to do anything else. Percy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Have you told Nico?" Leo asked.

"He's training some younger campers. I'll let him know once he's done."

"When are they supposed to get here?"

"Sometime tomorrow."

"Alright." With that, Percy walked away. He didn't have a particular destination in mind, but after a minute he figured he'd go back to what was now 'his' cabin. Jason had agreed to share his cabin for the time being, and had helped Percy bring his bed from his cabin, which wasn't too ruined. Once inside the Zeus cabin, he flopped down onto his bed, staring at the statue of Zeus in the middle of the room.

"You'll be dead soon..." Percy murmured to himself. "Stupid fucking hunters." Growling, Percy covered his eyes with his hands. "I'm being dramatic." Percy deflated. "They can't do much, really." He murmured to himself. "They'll stick their noses into the camp, but after that...they'll go away, chasing a dead trail...they can't stay, their cabin isn't open." Percy turned onto his stomach. "Stupid fucking hunters." Mumbling into his pillow, Percy stuck his hands underneath it. His finger his a cold, round object.

Confused, Percy pulled it out. A wicked smile graced his lips as he sat up, fingering the object which reflected purple in the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

His trusty dildo!

Nah. It was the bottle of persuasion dust. Of course! Why hadn't he thought of it before? Percy winced at his own self-misery that he had been experiencing just moments before. That was pathetic. Let's not do that again...Now in a better mood, Percy put the vial in his pocket and went for a shower. He needed to plan this out a bit. He would also need another vial...

Leo can probably pull one out of that tool belt...but what am I going to tell him if he asks what it's for? Percy shook his head. The water would help him think. Murmuring lightly to himself, Percy stepped into his shower.

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Night had fallen over Camp Half-Blood like a blanket. In the dead silence, the door to the Zeus cabin creaked horribly loud, at least, it did to Percy. Wincing, he quickly exited the cabin, blowing out a breath once the door was closed. As he walked the distance to the Hephaestus cabin, Percy stopped and smacked himself. He used his cool shadow-travel-tool-thing (he wasn't sure what to call it yet) for the rest of the distance.

Once at the door, he once again shifted himself inside. No more traitorous, squeaky doors for him. Though he doubted Hephhy's cabin would have a squeaky door. Considering, you know...Percy sighed. He was such a nerd. A diabolical, handsome nerd, but still such a nerd.

Once inside, Percy looked around himself, searching for the bed that housed Leo. He had to walk several feet further into the cabin, bunk-beds crowding him and making him feel more trapped the father in he went. Even if Hephhy was his buddy, didn't mean his kids were.

Finally, Percy found Leo; one of his arms were hanging off the side of the bed, face smushed into the pillow and drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth.

So beautiful...

Now that he had found Leo, the belt would be somewhere close-by, wouldn't it? With that thought in mind, Percy searched diligently (as he could whilst struggling to stay silent) as he could, only to come up with nothing. Huffing in frustration, Percy looked back at Leo. Then, his heart dropped. Leo is wearing the fucking belt...Percy feebly realized that he really didn't want to try and get a vial out of a belt, whilst it rested on a small Latino man, who was sleeping on a top bunk. Groaning, Percy ran his hands through his hair.

He would just have to look around the cabin. That's all he could do. He would find the workshop, and hope for the best. Rolling his eyes in satirical frustration, Percy walked (some would say stomped) to where he new the door to the workshop section of the cabin was. He risked the door this time, not surprised when no noise sounded. He walked through effortlessly, at this point just tired and wanting to go to bed. The room was an odd combonation of messy and clean.

It was messy...but a tasteful messy, he guessed. Benches and workstations were lined up neatly, but random things littered the ground and desks and chairs. Toolboxes were in rows, sorted alphabetically, but draws were opened, some with tools on the ground near them or just sticking out slightly.

Percy couldn't say he was honestly surprised. With a sigh, he ruffled through various things, wincing whenever the metallic tools clinged together, constantly fighting his sense of self-preservation. When the tool boxes came up empty, he started to sift through the stations, which had little pieces of paper on the top, labelling whose was whose. Around the third stop, when he was becoming slightly careless of his movements, Percy froze upon hearing the sound of glass contacting with something. He looked around himself cautiously, finally spotting the precariously small vial of something at his feet. He didn't know what it was, but at the moment, he didn't care.

He opened the vial of green stuff, prepared to dump it out, when a sudden noise made him jump.

"What're you doing with that? Do you know how dangerous that is?" Percy's head snapped up. In front of him was a girl, not very old, thirteen, twelve? "Dude, just put that down..."

Percy's eyes flickered to the vial he was holding. A light green liquid sloshed around. He was suddenly weary, and snapped the lid closed.

The girl's shoulders dropped in relief. "Thank you. Why are you in here? At this time?"

"I'm sorry, did I wake you? What is this?" Percy inquired, ignoring her question for the moment. Until he could come up with a reasonable excuse, that was.

"That's Greek fire."

When Percy stared blankly at her, she gave him a deadpan face. "Greek fire. The most explosive and deadly weapon we have. You seriously don't know about it? You're running the camp."

Having absolutely no idea what she was talking about, Percy nodded, making his eyes widen in realization. "Oh." He breathed. The girl nodded.

"Yeah. Why're you here? I noticed you hadn't answered." She said, raising an eyebrow impressively. Percy just kinda stared at her. In fact, if he hadn't, he might have missed the little shuffle she did towards the door; hardly noticeable, but there. He lashed out in panic. Suddenly, Nightshade came out, and attacked the girl before even Percy knew what was happening.

The only sound was a body dropping to the floor, and a slight woosh as Percy vanished from the room.

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Ah, my cliffy baby...I'm so proud. Though he's gotten a bit edgy, now, kinda scares me...

HAHAHAHAHA PUNS
I'm so tired and frustrated this story can go fuck itself right now.

Image is supposed to be something like Greek fire. I don't know. I'm sorry.