A few hours before
Percy's POV

    He stepped towards me, thoughtful, "You have a heart. Am I right?"

    I gulped lightly. My scarred and bruised hands skimmed over the alleyway wall, looking for a weapon. I looked into his poisonous ivy eyes and saw mischief. Schist. No weapon, no friends, and stuck in an abandoned alley with a crazy God. Can anything get worst? He slinked over to me as if I was the prey and he the predator. He raised the shepherd hooked staff, hovering over my heart just barley.

"Lights out."