May 16, 2010 20:50
Percy Jackson always felt peace where others felt panic. Where others had to gasp and sputter from air gasping to the last strand of air he had calmness and a level head. The moment when Luke is thrown painfully into the ocean isn't the only time he wanted to feel what Percy felt.
The first time Percy felt powerful he was 8. The bully in his school, Shaun, took to him as his punching bag. He still doesn't know how he did it. But one minute he was pinned to the ground and the next Shaun was pinned to the cieling, Legs wrapped around awkwardly and painfully. Everyone stayed away from him after that, calling him freak under their breaths. They move away 5 months later and this time when the resident bully beats him up he just lays there and takes it.
He can feel their glares burning through the back of his skull sometimes. They congradulate him when they come back but he can feel them when he turns away. The daughter of misc. god, the son of the demon crossed hybrid god. He guesses that there will always be archaic levels even in demigod school.
He sees it in her eyes one day. He's back from school and telling her stories of all his friends and he sees this far away look in her eyes. He pauses for a moment and touches her hand. "I wish you could see it." he says. She just smiles and says "I know."
Luke was always the resident badboy they guess. They never really saw the signs until afterwards. They only talk about him in whispers now, some claiming that maybe, just maybe he was right. Those people make Percy mad. But, then someone else whispers under their breathe that Luke was a traitorous son of a bitch and he was never truly one of them and all he sees is a flash of white before he's dragging them under the surface of the water.
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