Percy Jackson x Male Reader The Lightning Thief

I'm Put in A Coma

But there wasn't much for me to do. So, I backed into the hole in the wall. The Chimera advanced, growling, smoke curling from its lips. The snake lady, Echidna cackled. "They don't make heroes like they used to, eh son?"

The monster growled. It seemed in no hurry to finish me off now that I was beaten.

I glanced at the park ranger and the family. The little boy was hiding behind his father's legs. I had to protect these people. I had failed to save Y/n, but I could still save them. I couldn't just . . . die. I tried to think, but my whole body was on fire. My head felt dizzy. I had no sword. I was facing a massive, fire-breathing monster and its mother. And I was scared.

There was no place else to go, so I stepped to the edge of the hole. Far, far below the river glittered. If I died would the monsters go away? Would they leave the humans alone?

"If you are the son of Poseidon," Echidna hissed, "you would not fear water. Jump, Percy Jackson. Show me that water will not harm you. Jump and retrieve your sword. Prove your bloodline."

Yeah, right, I thought. I'd read somewhere that jumping into water from a couple of stories up was like jumping onto solid asphalt. And if I somehow missed the water, my chances against the hard ground didn't fair any better. Y/n couldn't have survived, and neither would I.

The Chimera's mouth glowed red, heating up for another blast.

"You have no faith," Echidna told me. "You do not trust the gods. I cannot blame you, little coward. Better you die now. The gods are faithless. The poison is in your heart."

She was right: I was dying. I could feel my breath slowing down. Nobody could save me, not even the gods.

I backed up and looked down at the water. I remembered the swirling green trident that had appeared above my head the night of capture the flag, when Poseidon had claimed me as his son.

But this wasn't the sea. This was the Mississippi, dead center of the USA. There was no Sea God here.

"Die faithless one," Echidna rasped and the Chimera sent a column of flame toward my face.

"Father help me," I prayed.

I turned and jumped. My clothes on fire, poison coursing through my veins, I plummeted toward the river.

I wish I could tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.

The truth? My only though was Aaaggghhhh!

The river raced toward me at the speed of a truck. And I barely cleared the mainland as I dived into the murky depths.

But my impact with the water hadn't hurt. I was falling slowly now. Bubbles rose up and clouds of silt and disgusting garbage swirled up all around me.

At that point, I realized a few things: first, I had not been flattened into a pancake. I had not been barbecued. I couldn't even feel the Chimera poison boiling in my veins anymore. I was alive, which was good.

Second realization: I had just gotten my friend killed. And then ran away like a scared kid.

I should have been dead. The impact should have killed me. I should have been drowning. But I wasn't. I had been saved but why had I been? I'd gotten lucky a few times before. But against a thing like the Chimera, I had never stood a chance. Those poor people in the Arch were probably toast. And one of my closest friends had met his end because of me. I couldn't save them. I was no hero. Maybe I should just stay down here with the catfish, join the bottom feeders.