Chapter 7- Maybe I'm Just Crazy
Percy POV

I woke up in bed vaguely wondering how I got here. I slowly throw off the blue blanket and get up. Regretting it. My head pounds.

"Ugh. What happened?" I ask no one. I glance at the clock and find its almost 3 am. But with this headache I doubt I'll get back to sleep. I stand and stretch and allow my wings to flutter. I click on my light and blink adjusting to the light. My room is simple... And messy.

Black walls, black carpet, black- well everything is black except for my bed which is blue. I had to have something blue in here. I'm not Nico.

Shaking myself from stupid thoughts I decided to get into the shower. Hoping the water will dull the pain in my head. I step in and let the water do its work.

The pain in my head slowly subsides. I give a sigh in relief. I stand in the shower a while longer trying to figure out what happened last night.

I know I was with Alpha before talking to End...

Memories come screaming back. It rushes forward all at once and I groan. I blink and then I hear a crack before finding myself on the floor.

Confused I reach up to turn off the shower and let out a yelp of pain as I notice my arm should not go that way.

Using my other arm I turn off the shower. I dry myself and begin dressing trying to figure out to explain I broke my arm.

Uh, I was taking a shower and then fell... Yes the Son of Poseidon hurt himself in the shower.

I freeze forgetting the pain as the reason why I fell comes back. End... I was walking with him when he brought back Destroyer. Then there was Order...

3rd Person POV

"What may I help you with dear brother? I do have a troops to organize and worlds to destroy."

"Tell me... Do you have any intention of killing Chaos or myself?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because if you want him dead, I can help. How would you like to have a man on the inside?"

A large pause falls after End's bold words.

"You're truly willing to help me?" Order clearly skeptical.

"He imprisoned me," End reminds her. "I fought back and nearly lost my life and was imprisoned again. He's gained too much power. And your right you are the rightful ruler to the throne despite the fact that I'm the eldest. So why does he get it?"

"You are power crazed brother," Order observes.

End nods in agreement. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm just crazy. Isolation can do that to someone. Go ahead destroy all this. It will only harm him. But, if you want him to suffer let me slowly break him." End gives a cruel smirk as he survey's his brother's creation.

After a while Order finally answers with a smile. "Only if I get details."

Percy POV

I quickly pull on my clothes as fast as I can with one arm. I have to talk to Chaos. Now.

I give up after only having put my pants on and dart into the halls. I stretch my wings and fly down hall after hall (ignoring the fact I don't enjoy flying) to the throne room.

I reach the throne room and fling open the doors. The room is empty and looks more like an office at the moment. The chair is turned around.

"Chaos. It's important," I say quickly.

"What do you want Percy?" A tired voice asks.

"It's- It's End," I say slowly stepping forward wondering how he'll take the news.

"What about him?" He asks as the chair turns to face me. I look at the ground trying to find the least damaging way to say this. He gets up and walks closer. "Percy? What is it?"

I sigh. "End he is working for-" My words die in my throat as my eyes land on his face. He smiles and flickers a bit before his face lands on that of End.

"Who I'm working for dear boy?" He chuckles. I am about to scream for Chaos when he places a hand over my eyes and things go dark.

3rd Person POV

The Elite minus one sit eating breakfast together. Any meal with all of them is... chaotic for lack of a better word. Food disappears quickly and Calypso and Zoë scold the boys for being idiots. The two are often referred to the "mothers" of the group. Ironic considering their taste in men-boys. Definitely boys.

"Perseus?" Calypso asks. "Can you go wake Perseus before breakfast is gone?"

"I'll watch your ice cream," Zoë adds. The ancient hero groans and heads up the "name-stealer's" bed room. Yes he calls Percy, or Riptide the Name-Stealer. Problem?

He knocks once. "Percy! Wake up! Wakey Wakey!" He doesn't get a response and opens the door. Percy lays half dressed on top of his bed. Sound asleep.

Perseus calls again. "Up! Now!" Percy doesn't move. He sighs and shakes the other boy's arm. Percy bolts up hissing in pain and clutching his arm. "Uh, are you okay?"

Percy doesn't answer and pulls himself off the bed. He examines his arm which has a large bruise.

"How did you get that?"

"I don't know. I feel like I'm forgetting to do something..." Percy answers confused.

"Maybe you forgot to put on a shirt."

Percy looks down at himself and quickly hurries to find his clothes.

"Come on breakfast is almost gone," Perseus announces leaving the room. Percy walks into his bathroom and runs his arm under some water allowing it to heal. He watches as the bruise slowly fades. After he pulls on his clothes he leaves his room. But he still can't shake the feeling he is forgetting something.