Jason, Chapter 32
Jason fell asleep at 9:30, having been thoroughly exhausted. The first part of his sleep had been peaceful, with a dream of black nothingness, just the simplicity of sleep. That was when Gaea decided to barge in.
"Jason Grace," her ancient voice cackled. "Still thinking you stand a chance against me and my treasured children?"
"We'll figure it out, soon enough," he growled. The old granny laughed in response. It was a horrid laugh; hard, still paper crumbling, giving off the same unpleasant feeling as nails on a chalkboard.
"Oh, you demigods are too optimistic for your own good," Gaea croaked. "Why, you even think you can trust that idiot son of Poseidon."
"Of course I can," he answered, unsurely. Percy had always proved to be trustworthy. Saying he couldn't trust Percy was like saying he couldn't trust Leo, or Piper. What was Gaea playing at?
"But you haven't seen the worst of him, have you?" and the dark, muddy cave where he stood in crumbled away, revealing a dark, musky room. Reyna sat huddled on the floor, fear in her dark brown eyes.
The door creaked open, and in walked Percy's tall figure. He wore the praetor's toga and cape, his chin high up.
"Get up, you lazy witch," he hissed at Reyna. He slapped her face, and the cowering praetor whimpered.
"The Greeks have arrived, and you need to greet them, and Jason," Percy sneered. "Oh, and don't tell Jason about these rituals. They're for your own good, but if you tell, he'll just think you're trying to put him against the Greeks." Reyna nodded fearfully, and stood up, following Percy out the door.
The scene changed, to a similar room, only it was wooden. Leo, Piper, and Hazel were huddled together, whispering. Piper looked as if she was about to cry, and Hazel already had tears streaming down her dirty face.
The door opened, in a very familiar manner, and in walked Percy. He was wearing the same scowl, and carried Riptide in his hand.
"Listen here, you little brats," he growled. "You'll convince Jason to step down from his leadership position. I don't care how, but you must agree. Swear on the Styx!"
"No!" Piper cried. Percy turned to glare at her, and she shrank back. He grabbed her hair, and whimpers escaped her lips.
"What did you say?" he demanded.
"No," she whispered. And within moments, a bronze blade flashed, making a cut across her stomach. Piper screamed in pain.
"Piper!" the other two demigods sprang up, and lunged at Percy. But the son of Poseidon was quicker. He slashed his sword at them. Leo stumbled back, howling in pain. Hazel clutched her face, a new wave of sobs bubbling from her lips.
Percy kicked Piper, and she screamed once more, and it seemed to shatter the dream.
Jason woke up, sitting up straight. A cold sweat engulfed him, and he leaped out of bed. He turned to Percy's bed, which was vacant. He took less than a minute to get dressed, before sprinting out of the room, to find the other boy.
Percy slipped into bed at 10, wanting to prepare for the next day. But of course, Gaea decided that tonight would be another fantastic night to visit his dreams.
It seemed that as soon as he'd shut his green eyes, his sleep had been plagued by nightmares.
"Percy Jackson," her ancient voice cackled. "Still thinking you stand a chance against me and my treasured children?"
"We'll figure it out, soon enough," he growled. The only reply he got was a deep, hideous laugh. It was as if a million stones were being grinded, and it reminded Percy of Kronos' own scraping voice.
"Oh, you demigods are too optimistic for your own good," Gaea croaked. "Why, you even think you can trust that idiot son of Jupiter."
"Of course I can," he answered, unsurely. Jason had always proved to be trustworthy. Saying he couldn't trust Jason was like saying he couldn't trust Hazel, or Frank. What was Gaea playing at?
"But you haven't seen the worst of him, have you?" and the dark, muddy cave where he stood in crumbled away, revealing a dark, musky room.
Grover was crouching on the floor. Little "bahs" escaped his lips as if he were crying. His fur was dirty and matter, his horns were twisted oddly.
The door swung open, and in walked a tall, proud figure. Percy watched as Jason strode over to Grover, and grabbed his arm violently.
"Now you listen here," the son of Jupiter growled. "I'm leaving for my camp now, and you better not continue to spread those lies about me when I'm gone."
Grover nodded, gulping nervously. To prove his point, Jason gave Grover a final kick, leaving the satyr to limp out of the shed.
The scene wavered, and Percy found himself standing in a wooden room. It looked as if it were on board the Argo II.
A whimper drew his attention to a particularly dark corner. He could just make out 3 huddled figures, 2 girls and a boy. With a sudden pang he recognized Annabeth, Hazel, and Frank clutching each other. Frank had a cut on his forehead, and the blood was dripping down his face. Hazel looked thoroughly sick, her face green. Annabeth seemed to be in the best condition, but she looked incredibly pale, and blood was staining a ripped up piece of orange cloth wrapped around her arm.
The door suddenly swung open, and a rectangle of light filtered into the room, framing the shadow of a tall figure. It looked almost unreal.
Annabeth sprung up, lunging at Jason, who had barley stepped into te damp room.
"You!" she screeched. She attempted to tackle him to the floor, but she was drained of energy, and Jason punched her in the stomach with ease. Doubling over, the blonde girl coughed.
"You know you're no match for me," Jason snapped. "And if you don't want to suffer any more, than do as I say, and tell Percy to step down from his position."
"How could you?" Hazel cried, supporting Annabeth. Jason just smiled maliciously. He took out his sword, and slashed at the two girls. Frank threw himself at Jason, but the strike still came. Percy felt glued in place as the two girls screamed, piercing his heart.
Percy woke up in a cold sweat. Within moments he was out of bed, and fully dressed, swinging the door open and dashing out of the room.
If only he had taken in his surroundings, he would have noticed that Jason was still writhing in his sleep.