The Titan's Curse pjato-3, Page 2

  "What? Why not?"

  Annabeth rolled her eyes. Maybe she thought I was kidding. "You know. It's right there!

  "Oh," I said. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn't want to sound stupid. "So… you'll go back to living at camp or what?"

  "It's more serious than that, Percy. I… I probably should tell you something."

  Suddenly she froze. "They're gone."

  "What?"

  I followed her gaze. The bleachers. The two half-blood kids, Bianca and Nico, were no longer there. The door next to the bleachers was wide open. Dr. Thorn was nowhere in sight.

  "We have to get Thalia and Grover!" Annabeth looked around frantically. "Oh, where'd they dance off to? Come on!"

  She ran through the crowd. I was about to follow when a mob of girls got in my way. I maneuvered around them to avoid getting the ribbon-and-lipstick treatment, and by the time I was free, Annabeth had disappeared. I turned a full circle, looking for her or Thalia and Grover. Instead, I saw something that chilled my blood.

  About fifty feet away, lying on the gym floor, was a floppy green cap just like the one Bianca di Angelo had been wearing. Near it were a few scattered trading cards. Then I caught a glimpse of Dr. Thorn. He was hurrying out a door at the opposite end of the gym, steering the di Angelo kids by the scruffs of their necks, like kittens.

  I still couldn't see Annabeth, but I knew she'd be heading the other way, looking for Thalia and Grover.

  I almost ran after her, and then I thought, Wait.

  I remembered what Thalia had said to me in the entry hall, looking at me all puzzled when I asked about the finger-snap trick: Hasn't Chiron shown you how to do that yet? I thought about the way Grover had turned to her, expecting her to save the day.

  Not that I resented Thalia. She was cool. It wasn't her fault her dad was Zeus and she got all the attention… Still, I didn't need to run after her to solve every problem. Besides, there wasn't time. The di Angelos were in danger. They might be long gone by the time I found my friends. I knew monsters. I could handle this myself

  I took Riptide out of my pocket and ran after Dr. Thorn.

  The door led into a dark hallway. I heard sounds of scuffling up ahead, then a painful grunt. I uncapped Riptide.

  The pen grew in my hands until I held a bronze Greek sword about three feet long with a leather-bound grip. The blade glowed faintly, casting a golden light on the rows of lockers.

  I jogged down the corridor, but when I got to the other end, no one was there. I opened a door and found myself back in the main entry hall. I was completely turned around. I didn't see Dr. Thorn anywhere, but there on the opposite side of the room were the di Angelo kids. They stood frozen in horror, staring right at me.

  I advanced slowly, lowering the tip of my sword. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

  They didn't answer. Their eyes were full of fear. What was wrong with them? Where was Dr. Thorn? Maybe he'd sensed the presence of Riptide and retreated. Monsters hated celestial bronze weapons.

  "My name's Percy," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "I'm going to take you out of here, get you somewhere safe."

  Bianca's eyes widened. Her fists clenched. Only too late did I realize what her look meant. She wasn't afraid of me. She was trying to warn me.

  I whirled around and something went WHI1ISH! Pain exploded in my shoulder. A force like a huge hand yanked me backward and slammed me to the wall.

  I slashed with my sword but there was nothing to hit.

  A cold laugh echoed through the hall.

  "Yes, Perseus Jackson" Dr. Thorn said. His accent mangled the J in my last name. "I know who you are."

  I tried to free my shoulder. My coat and shirt were pinned to the wall by some kind of spike—a black dagger-like projectile about a foot long. It had grazed the skin of my shoulder as it passed through my clothes, and the cut burned. I'd felt something like this before. Poison.

  I forced myself to concentrate. I would not pass out.

  A dark silhouette now moved toward us. Dr. Thorn stepped into the dim light. He still looked human, but his face was ghoulish. He had perfect white teeth and his brown/blue eyes reflected the light of my sword.

  "Thank you for coming out of the gym," he said. "I hate middle school dances."

  I tried to swing my sword again, but he was just out of reach.

  WHIIIISH! A second projectile shot from somewhere behind Dr. Thorn. He didn't appear to move. It was as if someone invisible were standing behind him, throwing knives.

  Next to me, Bianca yelped. The second thorn impaled itself in the stone wall, half an inch from her face.

  "All three of you will come with me," Dr. Thorn said. "Quietly. Obediently. If you make a single noise, if you call out for help or try to fight, I will show you just how accurately I can throw."

  TWO

  THE VICE PRINCIPAL GETS A MISSILE LAUNCHER

  I didn't know what kind of monster Dr. Thorn was, but he was fast.

  Maybe I could defend myself if I could get my shield activated. All that it would take was a touch of my wrist-watch. But defending the di Angelo kids was another matter. I needed help, and there was only one way I could think to get it.

  I closed my eyes.

  "What are you doing, Jackson?" hissed Dr. Thorn. "Keep moving!"

  I opened my eyes and kept shuffling forward. "It's my shoulder," I lied, trying to sound miserable, which wasn't hard. "It burns."

  "Bah! My poison causes pain. It will not kill you. Walk!"

  Thorn herded us outside, and I tried to concentrate. I pictured Grover's face. I focused on my feelings of fear and danger. Last summer, Grover had created an empathy link between us. He'd sent me visions in my dreams to let me know when he was in trouble. As far as I knew, we were still linked, but I'd never tried to contact Grover before. I didn't even know if it would work while Grover was awake.

  Hey, Grover! I thought. Thorn's kidnapping us! He's a poisonous spike-throwing maniac! Help!

  Thorn inarched us into the woods. We took a snowy path dimly lit by old-fashioned lamplights. My shoulder ached. The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

  "There is a clearing ahead," Thorn said. "We will summon your ride."

  "What ride?" Bianca demanded. "Where are you taking us?"

  "Silence, you insufferable girl!"

  "Don't talk to my sister that way. " Nico said. His voice quivered, but I was impressed that he had the guts to say anything at all.

  Dr. Thorn made a growling sound that definitely wasn't human. It made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, but I forced myself to keep walking and pretend I was being a good little captive. Meanwhile, I projected my thoughts like crazy—anything to get Grover's attention: Grover! Apples! Tin cans! Get your furry goat behind out here and bring some heavily armed friends!

  "Halt," Thorn said.

  The woods had opened up. We'd reached a cliff overlooking the sea. At least, I sensed the sea was down there, hundreds of feet below. I could hear the waves churning and I could smell the cold salty froth. But all I could see was mist and darkness.

  Dr. Thorn pushed us toward the edge. I stumbled, and Bianca caught me.

  "Thanks," I murmured.

  "What is he?" she whispered. "How do we fight him?"

  "I… I'm working on it."

  "I'm scared," Nico mumbled. He was fiddling with something—a little metal toy soldier of some kind.

  "Stop talking!" Dr. Thorn said. "Face me!"

  We turned.

  Thorn's two-tone eyes glittered hungrily. He pulled something from under his coat. At first I thought it was a switchblade, but it was only a phone. He pressed the side button and said, "The package—it is ready to deliver."

  There was a garbled reply, and I realized Thorn was in walkie-talkie mode. This seemed way too modern and creepy—a monster using a mobile phone.

  I glanced behind me, wondering how far the drop was.

  D
r. Thorn laughed. "By all means, Son of Poseidon. Jump!There is the sea. Save yourself."

  "What did he call you?" Bianca muttered.

  "I'll explain later," I said.

  "You do have a plan, right?"

  Grover! I thought desperately. Come to me!

  Maybe I could get both the di Angelos to jump with me into the ocean. If we survived the fall, I could use the water to protect us. I'd done things like that before. If my dad was in a good mood, and listening, he might help. Maybe.

  "I would kill you before you ever reached the water," Dr. Thorn said, as if reading my thoughts. "You do not realize who I am, do you?"

  A flicker of movement behind him, and another missile whistled so close to me that it nicked my ear. Something had sprung up behind Dr. Thorn—like a catapult, but more flexible… almost like a tail.

  "Unfortunately," Thorn said, "you are wanted alive, if possible. Otherwise you would already be dead."

  "Who wants us?" Bianca demanded. "Because if you think you'll get a ransom, you're wrong. We don't have any family. Nico and I…" Her voice broke a little. "We've got no one but each other."

  "Aww," Dr. Thorn said. "Do not worry, little brats. You will be meeting my employer soon enough. Then you will have a brand-new family."

  "Luke," I said. "You work for Luke."

  Dr. Thorn's mouth twisted with distaste when I said the name of my old enemy—a former friend who'd tried to kill me several times. "You have no idea what is happening, Perseus Jackson. I will let the General enlighten you. You are going to do him a great service tonight. He is looking forward to meeting you."

  "The General?" I asked. Then I realized I'd said it with a French accent. "I mean… who's the General?"

  Thorn looked toward the horizon. "Ah, here we are. Your transportation."

  I turned and saw a light in the distance, a searchlight over the sea. Then I heard the chopping of helicopter blades getting louder and closer.

  "Where are you taking us?" Nico said.

  "You should be honored, my boy. You will have the opportunity to join a great army! Just like that silly game you play with cards and dolls."

  "They're not dolls! They're figurines! And you can take your great army and—"

  "Now, now," Dr. Thorn warned. "You will change your mind about joining us, my boy. And if you do not, well… there are other uses for half-bloods. We have many monstrous mouths to feed. The Great Stirring is underway."

  "The Great what?" I asked. Anything to keep him talking while I tried to figure out a plan.

  "The stirring of monsters." Dr. Thorn smiled evilly. "The worst of them, the most powerful, are now waking. Monsters that have not been seen in thousands of years. They will cause death and destruction the likes of which mortals have never known. And soon we shall have the most important monster of all—the one that shall bring about the downfall of Olympus!"

  "Okay," Bianca whispered to me. "He's completely nuts."

  "We have to jump off the cliff," I told her quietly. "Into the sea."

  "Oh, super idea. You're completely nuts, too."

  I never got the chance to argue with her, because just then an invisible force slammed into me.

  Looking back on it, Annabeth's move was brilliant. Wearing her cap of invisibility, she plowed into the di Angelos and me, knocking us to the ground. For a split second, Dr. Thorn was taken by surprise, so his first volley of missiles zipped harmlessly over our heads. This gave Thalia and Grover a chance to advance from behind—Thalia wielding her magic shield, Aegis.

  If you've never seen Thalia run into battle, you have never been truly frightened. She uses a huge spear that expands from this collapsible Mace canister she carries in her pocket, but that's not the scary part. Her shield is modeled after one her dad Zeus uses—also called Aegis—a gift from Athena. The shield has the head of the gorgon Medusa molded into the bronze, and even though it won't turn you to stone, it's so horrible, most people will panic and run at the sight of it.

  Even Dr. Thorn winced and growled when he saw it.

  Thalia moved in with her spear. "For Zeus!"

  I thought Dr. Thorn was a goner. Thalia jabbed at his head, but he snarled and swatted the spear aside. His hand changed into an orange paw, with enormous claws that sparked against Thalia's shield as he slashed. If it hadn't been for Aegis, Thalia would've been sliced like a loaf of bread. As it was, she managed to roll backward and land on her feet.

  The sound of the helicopter was getting louder behind me, but I didn't dare look.

  Dr. Thorn launched another volley of missiles at Thalia, and this time I could see how he did it. He had a tail—a leathery, scorpionlike tail that bristled with spikes at the tip. The missiles deflected off Aegis, but the force of their impact knocked Thalia down.

  Grover sprang forward. He put his reed pipes to his lips and began to play—a frantic jig that sounded like something pirates would dance to. Grass broke through the snow. Within seconds, rope-thick weeds were wrapping around Dr. Thorn's legs, entangling him.

  Dr. Thorn roared and began to change. He grew larger until he was in his true form—his face still human, but his body that of a huge lion. His leathery, spiky tail whipped deadly thorns in all directions.

  "A manticore!" Annabeth said, now visible. Her magical New York Yankees cap had come off when she'd plowed into us.

  "Who are you people?" Bianca di Angelo demanded. "And what is that?"

  "A manticore?" Nico gasped. "He's got three thousand attack power and plus five to saving throws!"

  I didn't know what he was talking about, but I didn't have time to worry about it. The manticore clawed Grover's magic weeds to shreds then turned toward us with a snarl.

  "Get down!" Annabeth pushed the di Angelos flat into the snow. At the last second, I remembered my own shield. I hit my wristwatch, and metal plating spiraled out into a thick bronze shield. Not a moment too soon. The thorns impacted against it with such force they dented the metal. The beautiful shield, a gift from my brother, was badly damaged. I wasn't sure it would even stop a second volley.

  I heard a thwack and a yelp, and Grover landed next to me with a thud.

  "Yield!" the monster roared.

  "Never!" Thalia yelled from across the field. She charged the monster, and for a second, I thought she would run him through. But then there was a thunderous noise and a blaze of light from behind us. The helicopter appeared out of the mist, hovering just beyond the cliffs. It was a sleek black military-style gunship, with attachments on the sides that looked like laser-guided rockets. The helicopter had to be manned by mortals, but what was it doing here? How could mortals be working with a monster? The searchlights blinded Thalia, and the manticore swatted her away with its tail. Her shield flew off into the snow. Her spear flew in the other direction.

  "No!" I ran out to help her. I parried away a spike just before it would've hit her chest. I raised my shield over us, but I knew it wouldn't be enough.

  Dr. Thorn laughed. "Now do you see how hopeless it is? Yield, little heroes."

  We were trapped between a monster and a fully armed helicopter. We had no chance.

  Then I heard a clear, piercing sound: the call of a hunting horn blowing in the woods.

  The manticore froze. For a moment, no one moved. There was only the swirl of snow and wind and the chopping of the helicopter blades.

  "No," Dr. Thorn said. "It cannot be—"

  His sentence was cut short when something shot past me like a streak of moonlight. A glowing silver arrow sprouted from Dr. Thorn's shoulder.

  He staggered backward, wailing in agony.

  "Curse you!" Thorn cried. He unleashed his spikes, dozens of them at once, into the woods where the arrow had come from, but just as fast, silvery arrows shot back in reply. It almost looked like the arrows had intercepted the thorns in midair and sliced them in two, but my eyes must've been playing tricks on me. No one, not even Apollo's kids at camp, could shoot with that much accuracy.

  The manticore
pulled the arrow out of his shoulder with a howl of pain. His breathing was heavy. I tried to swipe at him with my sword, but he wasn't as injured as he looked. He dodged my attack and slammed his tail into my shield, knocking me aside.

  Then the archers came from the woods. They were girls, about a dozen of them. The youngest was maybe ten. The oldest, about fourteen, like me. They wore silvery ski parkas and jeans, and they were all armed with bows. They advanced on the manticore with determined expressions.

  "The Hunters!" Annabeth cried.

  Next to me, Thalia muttered, "Oh, wonderful."

  I didn't have a chance to ask what she meant.

  One of the older archers stepped forward with her bow drawn. She was tall and graceful with coppery colored skin. Unlike the other girls, she had a silver circlet braided into the top of her long dark hair, so she looked like some kind of Persian princess. "Permission to kill, my lady?"

  I couldn't tell who she was talking to, because she kept her eyes on the manticore.

  The monster wailed. "This is not fair! Direct interference! It is against the Ancient Laws."

  "Not so," another girl said. This one was a little younger than me, maybe twelve or thirteen. She had auburn hair gathered back in a ponytail and strange eyes, silvery yellow like the moon. Her face was so beautiful it made me catch my breath, but her expression was stern and dangerous. "The hunting of all wild beasts is within my sphere. And you, foul creature, are a wild beast." She looked at the older girl with the circlet. "Zoe, permission granted."

  The manticore growled. "If I cannot have these alive, I shall have them dead!"

  He lunged at Thalia and me, knowing we were weak and dazed.

  "No. " Annabeth yelled, and she charged at the monster.

  "Get back, half-blood!" the girl with the circlet said. "Get out of the line of fire!"

  But Annabeth leaped onto the monster's back and drove her knife into his mane. The manticore howled, turning in circles with his tail flailing as Annabeth hung on for dear life.

  "Fire!" Zoe ordered.

  "No!" I screamed.

  But the Hunters let their arrows fly. The first caught the manticore in the neck. Another hit his chest. The manticore staggered backward, wailing, "This is not the end, Huntress! You shall pay!"