Percy

Excerpt

                                  There was no information on his profile about a sibling. She ran her hands through her hair as she browsed through her phone. This search was absolutely maddening.Her contacts in Brooklyn weren't much useful.She was staying at her aunt's house for a week.Hopefully that would be enough to scout for the required orphanages.She had briefly entertained the idea of dropping the case.That man was the least cooperative person she had come across.Elusive, he never gave a straightforward answer to her queries."Bring me some solid evidence." Had been his last contact with her.

                                                       She gritted her teeth.She just wanted to solve the case just to wipe off that arrogant expression on his face.She looked up and saw the abandoned building.She had zeroed on three possible orphanages.Two were functioning but the third had closed down a few years ago and was left to ruins.This building was her last clue.She looked around, the entire alley seemed deserted.Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and climbed up the rickety gate.she just hoped that no policemen would want to come down this street.She landed on her feet and stepped through the overgrown grass searching for a window.To her luck, her gaze fell on one, half broken.She took a kerchief from her pocket and wrapped it around the jagged ends of glass.She then slowly lowered herself down, into the pitch black.Her methods may be unconstitutional but she was determined to get to the bottom of this  mystery....

                          What to people fear?The dark?  the unknown? ghosts? Or some even fear themselves? Why?What is fear? Is it  a basic survival instinct? Some primeval emotion that urges us to escape from what we consider dangerous? But sometimes we have to force ourselves to overcome this feeling, situations may force us to.But the feeling we get when become able to  override fear is exhilarating, liberating.

                                                            Percy leaned his chair back and rubbed his closed eyes."Ugh... that  definitely was creepy" he murmured "To think I could write like this. But I guess my thoughts are messed up.Fear? why in the world would he want to describe that sensation.He opened his eyes and almost hit his head on the computer with how fast he scrambled up. "How the hades did you get inside my room so quietly Nico? And what do you want?" He asked his creepy cousin who had been standing  behind him.

                                           "You have to go shopping for formal wear, remember?For that event your father insisted you attend.Jason's waiting for you. Posiedon didn't trust you enough to make a good choice, so he sent Jason along to babysit you." He laughed, Percy groaned, he hated         wearing formal stuff.He was just fine wit his baggy jean sand oversized hoodies. and that brat was enjoying this. It was not fair. "Well dad had said that I could bring friends," he slung his hand on Nico's shoulder, "So since you are coming with me you should buy something too, heh Nico?" And ignoring the boy's protest dragged him along the entire day....

                                                                         But Percy had underestimated the extent of nico's annoyance..The next day as usual had woken up late and was hurrying around for school when he glanced at the mirror..."Why you ,Nico!" he screamed for the cheeky idiot had somehow managed to die Percy's hair a bright  pink. He found the kid snickering into his cereal and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He smiled devilishly at Percy, "Don't you have school to go to? " and slinked away.

         "Oh gods!  I hope that Annabeth doesn't see my horrible state" he pulled the hood over his face and looked even more like a juvenile delinquent. People were giving him odd looks as he passed by.It was good luck that Dan wasn't here.

           Classes were a nightmare and the teachers were even more infuriated with him. But he slouched forward in his seat and tried to avoid any eye contact. Even his favourite biology class was hell. They were learning about dyes for God's sake.  The entire universe seemed to be mocking him. He had skipped swim practice today.... muttering some stupid excuse and was trying to find a way out of the assignment he had with Annabeth.

IN THE LIBRARY
    
              She was late, which was unusual for her. Maybe luck was with him after all.  He sent her a quick text asking if she would come and looked up. All his irritation evaporated the second his gaze fell on her and turned into pity. The girl looked horrible.  She looked as if she hadn't slept a wink and her hair was a mess. Her grey eyes were dull and she just slid into her seat without even a hello.

      "What happened to you, Annabeth? "He asked.

Hi! Crazyrak here!  I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long but I was stuck in a writer's block with this story.  Hope you enjoyed this ch and please don't forget to vote and comment!