Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

I Get Picked on By Water

Percy's POV

"This is just pairrr-fect," the manticore gloated. He was wearing a ratty black trench coat over his Westover Hall uniform, which was torn and stained. His military haircut had grown out spiky and greasy.

"Having one demigod destroy another. Simply ingenious!" He cackled, Thorn hadn't shaved recently, so his face was covered in silver stubble. Basically he didn't look much better than the guys down at the soup kitchen. "Long ago, the gods banished me to Persia," the manticore said.

There was a sigh from beside him and (Y/N) began to step forward, thrashing the sword in his hand, as if he just wanted to attack us already. Thorn held him back with his tail and kept talking.

"Don't be so inpatient my young friend. Let me finish." Thorn insisted, his tail beginning to sprout spikes. (Y/N) took a deep breath but didn't protest. "I was forced to scrounge for food on the edges of the world, hiding in forests, devouring insignificant human farmers for my meals."

"I never got to fight any great heroes. I was not feared and admired in the old stories! But now that will change. The Titans shall honour me, and I shall feast on the flesh of half-bloods!"

On either side of them stood two armed security guys, some of the mortal mercenaries I'd seen in D.C. Two more stood on the next boat dock over, just in case we tried to escape that way.

There were tourists all around—walking down the waterfront, shopping at the pier above us—but I knew that wouldn't stop the manticore from acting. "Where... where are the skeletons?" I asked the manticore.

He sneered. "I do not need those foolish undead! The General thinks I am worthless? He will change his mind when I defeat you myself!" His tail raised and he said, "Go." Needing no more instruction, (Y/N) charged us like an uncaged animal.

Deja vu hit me as the scene played out in front of me, I had seen this play out before, just for a second. As Thalia got in front of us and her shield unraveled it hit me. It was in a dream. The figure standing over Kronos's sarcophagus.

The same chill hit my spine that had jolted up my spine back then. Thalia raised her spear to attack back, using her reach advantage, but Zoe said "No!" and Zeus's daughter faltered. That was a mistake.

(Y/N) didn't stop. She braced for the swing, but still as his sword hit her shield it was like a crack of thunder had just happened overhead, her face strained, he snarled at her like an animal. She pushed him back.

Grover pleaded with him as he started to attack again and Thalia barely managed to keep him at bay, "(Y/N)! It's us!" he insisted, Grover's voice seemed to resonate with our attacker, who responded, his voice was deep and guttural, "Give her back!"

"NOW!" (Y/N) raised his arms and wisps of smoke formed around them, which soon blossomed into humanoid figures that smelled like brine, sea spirits if I had to guess. Each of them holding a weapon of their own. "Not good." Thalia assessed.

Give who back? this didn't make sense, what had they done to him, why was he attacking us? Who did he think we were or who does he think we took from him? The thoughts all pricked at my mind, none of this made sense. He wouldn't just attack us.

If I hadn't seen his eyes I wouldn't have believed it, they were glossed over and glassy, just from that I knew he wasn't himself I just didn't know what to do about it, if we attacked him would it make it worse or better?

The debate ended when he took another swing at us, and I decided there was only one way to find out. I slashed out at him with Riptide as he came closer, slicing his cheek a little, he didn't even flinch.

Thalia did manage to bash him with Aegis, sending (Y/N) skidding back a few feet, but now his spirit friends  were converging on us. (Y/N) attacked relentlessly, and Thalia couldn't hold him off forever.