Project Demigod (a Percico fanfic)

Chapter 8: When Percy's Truth Comes Out

AAAAAAHHHHH!!!! I AM SOOOOO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! OH MY GOODNESS GRACIANEOUS I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT YOU GUYS. I'M SO SORRY! ANYWAY, HERE'S A REALLY GOOD UPDATE TO MAKE UP FOR IT! I MAY PUT OUT TWO TODAY IF I CAN!

But here's a little bit of Percy's past in this chapter. Enjoy!

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Ho Chi Minh City slums, 3:29am

A black boot splashed in a rooftop puddle before the shadowy figure vanished behind a cover of homes.

When it reappeared, it was freerunning four roofs away , silent and fluid like a ghost. The pants didn't trip the person or rustle around their boots because it was expertly designed to fit in and around their longs legs.

The figure gave a quick burst of speed at the end of the fifth house then flipped over the ledge.

As they were falling, a familiar steel bar came into view and they caught it in a tight grip. Then swinging for momentum, the figure let go, and landed on the second floor enclave of a rundown apartment's patio.

Not a sound was made as the soles hit the concrete.

Percy smirked. For kicks, he did a silent cat vault over the giant electrical generator box. When he landed on the other side he rolled his shoulders and kept on walking until he reached what he was looking for.

Glancing around quickly, Percy lifted a small column of concrete away from a broken part of the building's wall and was slightly relieved when he saw his gear still there. He didn't risk bringing anything that he essentially needed when he went did break-ins, especially when it came to criminals like Kronos.

Percy grabbed for his stolen police duty belt and latched it on around his waist.

Then after checking that everything was still there, Percy pulled out his small black, backpack hidden deeper inside the large crack and opened it. He threw his baton and his only glove in, but he glared as he stared down at the rest of the contents.

"Shit."

He shouldn't have ditched the two guns that he'd used back at Kronos's warehouse.

If Kronos was as smart as Percy knew, he might sample all the weapons left at the scenes for DNA prints. He was usually so careful not to leave traces, to stay invisible. This was his first mistake in so long...and it had to be with Kronos!

But what went wrong?

Percy had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

What the hell kind of question was that? Of course he knew.

Prince Nico.

He realised all his spy skills practically went out the window as he rewound the memory. He had been messy. His kills were obvious and their escape was everything but stealthy. But he decided it was partially the prince's fault with his loud mouth and all his hysteria.

Percy clenched his jaw and zipped the black bag shut.

The prince wasn't easy.

Then after he slung the bag over his shoulder, Percy stared up at the stars. The nightly breeze caressed his skin and blew into his hair.

Percy huffed softly.

And now he had to go back to him again.

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"GOSH!"

When Percy appeared next to Nico, the younger boy nearly went into cardiac arrest.

Nico had ran about three blocks away from where Percy had left him but he was loud when he panted and Percy caught up to him easily. He didn't comment and walked around Nico, but Nico was already turning on him, wide eyes impossibly wider and with a hand on his chest.