Thursday, May 17, 2012

The Lightning Thief - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

 The next afternoon, June 14, seven days before the sol-stice, our train rolled into Denver. We hadn't
eaten since the night before in the dining car, somewhere in Kansas. We hadn't taken a shower since
Half-Blood Hill, and I was sure that was obvious.
 "Let's try to contact Chiron," Annabeth said. "I want to tell him about your talk with the river spirit."
 "We can't use phones, right?"
 "I'm not talking about phones."
 We wandered through downtown for about half an hour, though I wasn't sure what Annabeth was
looking for. The air was dry and hot, which felt weird after the humid-ity of St. Louis. Everywhere we
turned, the Rocky Mountains seemed to be staring at me, like a tidal wave about to crash into the city.
 Finally we found an empty do-it-yourself car wash. We veered toward the stall farthest from the street,
keeping our eyes open for patrol cars. We were three adolescents hang-ing out at a car wash without a
car; any cop worth his doughnuts would figure we were up to no good.
 "What exactly are we doing?" I asked, as Grover took out the spray gun.
 "It's seventy-five cents," he grumbled. "I've only got two quarters left. Annabeth?"
 "Don't look at me," she said. "The dining car wiped me out."
 I fished out my last bit of change and passed Grover a quarter, which left me two nickels and one
drachma from Medusa's place.
 "Excellent," Grover said. "We could do it with a spray bottle, of course, but the connection isn't as good,
and my arm gets tired of pumping."
 "What are you talking about?"
 He fed in the quarters and set the knob to FINE MIST. "I-M'ing."
 "Instant messaging?"
 " Iris-messaging," Annabeth corrected. "The rainbow god-dess Iris carries messages for the gods. If you
know how to ask, and she's not too busy, she'll do the same for half-bloods."
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 "You summon the goddess with a spray gun?"
 Grover pointed the nozzle in the air and water hissed out in a thick white mist. "Unless you know an
easier way to make a rainbow."
 Sure enough, late afternoon light filtered through the vapor and broke into colors.
 Annabeth held her palm out to me. "Drachma, please."
 I handed it over.
 She raised the coin over her head. "O goddess, accept our offering."
 She threw the drachma into the rainbow. It disappeared in a golden shimmer.
 "Half-Blood Hill," Annabeth requested.
 For a moment, nothing happened.
 Then I was looking through the mist at strawberry fields, and the Long Island Sound in the distance. We
seemed to be on the porch of the Big House. Standing with his back to us at the railing was a
sandy-haired guy in shorts and an orange tank top. He was holding a bronze sword and seemed to be
staring intently at something down in the meadow.
 "Luke!" I called.
 He turned, eyes wide. I could swear he was standing three feet in front of me through a screen of mist,
except I could only see the part of him that appeared in the rainbow.
 "Percy!" His scarred face broke into a grin. "Is that Annabeth, too? Thank the gods! Are you guys
 "We're ... uh ... fine," Annabeth stammered. She was madly straightening her dirty T-shirt, trying to
comb the loose hair out of her face. "We thought—Chiron—I mean—"
 "He's down at the cabins." Luke's smile faded. "We're having some issues with the campers. Listen, is
everything cool with you? Is Grover all right?"
 "I'm right here," Grover called. He held the nozzle out to one side and stepped into Luke's line of vision.
"What kind of issues?"
 Just then a big Lincoln Continental pulled into the car wash with its stereo turned to maximum hip-hop.
As the car slid into the next stall, the bass from the subwoofers vibrated so much, it shook the pavement.
 "Chiron had to—what's that noise?" Luke yelled.
 "I'll take care of it.'" Annabeth yelled back, looking very relieved to have an excuse to get out of sight.
"Grover, come on!
 "What?" Grover said. "But—"
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 "Give Percy the nozzle and come on!" she ordered.
 Grover muttered something about girls being harder to understand than the Oracle at Delphi, then he
handed me the spray gun and followed Annabeth.
 I readjusted the hose so I could keep the rainbow going and still see Luke.
 "Chiron had to break up a fight," Luke shouted to me over the music. "Things are pretty tense here,
Percy. Word leaked out about the Zeus—Poseidon standoff. We're still not sure how—probably the
same scumbag who sum-moned the hellhound. Now the campers are starting to take sides. It's shaping
up like the Trojan War all over again. Aphrodite, Ares, and Apollo are backing Poseidon, more or less.
Athena is backing Zeus."
 I shuddered to think that Clarisse's cabin would ever be on my dad's side for anything. In the next stall, I
heard Annabeth and some guy arguing with each other, then the music's volume decreased drastically.
 "So what's your status?" Luke asked me. "Chiron will be sorry he missed you."
 I told him pretty much everything, including my dreams. It felt so good to see him, to feel like I was back
at camp even for a few minutes, that I didn't realize how long I had talked until the beeper went off on the
spray machine, and I realized I only had one more minute before the water shut off.
 "I wish I could be there," Luke told me. "We can't help much from here, I'm afraid, but listen ... it had to
be Hades who took the master bolt. He was there at Olympus at the winter solstice. I was chaperoning a
field trip and we saw him."
 "But Chiron said the gods can't take each other's magic items directly."
 "That's true," Luke said, looking troubled. "Still ... Hades has the helm of darkness. How could anybody
else sneak into the throne room and steal the master bolt? You'd have to be invisible."
 We were both silent, until Luke seemed to realize what he'd said.
 "Oh, hey," he protested. "I didn't mean Annabeth. She and I have known each other forever. She would
never ... I mean, she's like a little sister to me."
 I wondered if Annabeth would like that description. In the stall next to us, the music stopped completely.
A man screamed in terror, car doors slammed, and the Lincoln peeled out of the car wash.
 "You'd better go see what that was," Luke said. "Listen, are you wearing the flying shoes? I'll feel better
if I know they've done you some good."
 "Oh ... uh, yeah!" I tried not to sound like a guilty liar. "Yeah, they've come in handy."
 "Really?" He grinned. "They fit and everything?"
 The water shut off. The mist started to evaporate.
 "Well, take care of yourself out there in Denver," Luke called, his voice getting fainter. "And tell Grover
it'll be bet-ter this time! Nobody will get turned into a pine tree if he just—"
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 But the mist was gone, and Luke's image faded to noth-ing. I was alone in a wet, empty car wash stall.
 Annabeth and Grover came around the corner, laugh-ing, but stopped when they saw my face.
Annabeth's smile faded. "What happened, Percy? What did Luke say?"
 "Not much," I lied,  my stomach feeling as empty as a Big Three cabin. "Come on, let's find some dinner."
 A few minutes later, we were sitting at a booth in a gleam-ing chrome diner. All around us, families were
eating burg-ers and drinking malts and sodas.
 Finally the waitress came over. She raised her eyebrow skeptically. "Well?"
 I said, "We, um, want to order dinner."
 "You kids have money to pay for it?"
 Grover's lower lip quivered. I was afraid he would start bleating, or worse, start eating the linoleum.
Annabeth looked ready to pass out from hunger.
 I was trying to think up a sob story for the waitress when a rumble shook the whole building; a
motorcycle the size of a baby elephant had pulled up to the curb.
 All conversation in the diner stopped. The motorcycle's headlight glared red. Its gas tank had flames
painted on it, and a shotgun holster riveted to either side, complete with shotguns. The seat was
leather—but leather that looked like ... well, Caucasian human skin.
 The guy on the bike would've made pro wrestlers run for Mama. He was dressed in a red muscle shirt
and black jeans and a black leather duster, with a hunting knife strapped to his thigh. He wore red
wraparound shades, and he had the cruelest, most brutal face I'd ever seen— handsome, I guess, but
wicked—with an oily black crew cut and cheeks that were scarred from many, many fights. The weird
thing was, I felt like I'd seen his face somewhere before.
 As he walked into the diner, a hot, dry wind blew through the place. All the people rose, as if they were
hyp-notized, but the biker waved his hand dismissively and they all sat down again. Everybody went
back to their conversa-tions. The waitress blinked, as if somebody had just pressed the rewind button on
her brain. She asked us again, "You kids have money to pay for it?"
 The biker said, "It's on me." He slid into our booth, which was way too small for him, and crowded
Annabeth against the window.
 He looked up at the waitress, who was gaping at him, and said, "Are you still here?"
 He pointed at her, and she stiffened. She turned as if she'd been spun around, then marched back
toward the kitchen.
 The biker looked at me. I couldn't see his eyes behind the red shades, but bad feelings started boiling in
my stom-ach. Anger, resentment, bitterness. I wanted to hit a wall. I wanted to pick a fight with
somebody. Who did this guy think he was?
 He gave me a wicked  grin. "So you're old Seaweed's kid, huh?"
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 I should've been surprised, or scared, but instead I felt like I was looking at my stepdad, Gabe. I wanted
to rip this guy's head off. "What's it to you?"
 Annabeth's eyes flashed me a warning. "Percy, this is—"
 The biker raised his hand.
 "S'okay," he said. "I don't mind a little attitude. Long as you remember who's the boss. You know who I
am, little cousin?"
 Then it struck me why this guy looked familiar. He had the same vicious sneer as some of the kids at
Camp Half-Blood, the ones from cabin five.
 "You're Clarisse's dad," I said. "Ares, god of war."
 Ares grinned and took off his shades. Where his eyes should've been, there was only fire, empty sockets
glowing with miniature nuclear explosions. "That's right, punk. I heard you broke Clarisse's spear."
 "She was asking for it."
 "Probably. That's cool. I don't fight my kids' fights, you know? What I'm here for—I heard you were in
town. I got a little proposition for you."
 The waitress came back with heaping trays of food—cheeseburgers, fries, onion rings, and chocolate
 Ares handed her a few gold drachmas.
 She looked nervously at the coins. "But, these aren't..."
 Ares pulled out his huge knife and started cleaning his fingernails. "Problem, sweetheart?"
 The waitress swallowed, then left with the gold.
 "You can't do that," I told Ares. "You can't just threaten people with a knife."
 Ares laughed. "Are you kidding? I love this country. Best place since Sparta. Don't you carry a weapon,
punk? You should. Dangerous world out there. Which brings me to my proposition. I need you to do me
a favor."
 "What favor could I do for a god?"
 "Something a god doesn't have time to do himself. It's nothing much. I left my shield at an abandoned
water park here in town. I was going on a little ... date with my girl-friend. We were interrupted. I left my
shield behind. I want you to fetch it for me."
 "Why don't you go back and get it yourself?"
 The fire in his eye sockets glowed a little hotter.
 "Why don't I turn you into a prairie dog and run you over with my Harley? Because I don't feel like it. A
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god is giving you an opportunity to prove yourself, Percy Jackson. Will you prove yourself a coward?"
He leaned forward. "Or maybe you only fight when there's a river to dive into, so your daddy can protect
 I wanted to punch this guy, but somehow, I knew he was waiting for that. Ares's power was causing my
anger. He'd love it if I attacked. I didn't want to give him the satisfac-tion.
 "We're not interested," I said. "We've already got a quest."
 Ares's fiery eyes made me see things I didn't want to see—blood and smoke and corpses on the
battlefield. "I know all about your quest, punk. When that item  was first stolen, Zeus sent his best out
looking for it: Apollo, Athena, Artemis, and me, naturally. If I couldn't sniff out a weapon that powerful
..." He licked his lips, as if the very thought of the master bolt made him hungry. "Well ... if I couldn't find
it, you got no hope. Nevertheless, I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. Your dad and I go way
back. After all, I'm the one who told him my suspicions about old Corpse Breath."
 "You told him Hades stole the bolt?"
 "Sure. Framing somebody to start a war. Oldest trick in the book. I recognized it  immediately. In a way,
you got me to thank for your little quest."
 "Thanks," I grumbled.
 "Hey, I'm a generous guy. Just do my little job, and I'll help you on your way. I'll arrange a ride west for
you and your friends."
 "We're doing fine on our own."
 "Yeah, right. No money. No wheels. No clue what you're up against. Help me out, and maybe I'll tell
you something you need to know. Something about your mom."
 "My mom?"
 He grinned. "That got your attention. The water park is a mile west on Delancy. You can't miss it. Look
for the Tunnel of Love ride."
 "What interrupted your date?" I asked. "Something scare you off?"
 Ares bared his teeth, but I'd seen his threatening look before on Clarisse. There was something false
about it, almost like he was nervous.
 "You're lucky you met me, punk, and not one of the other Olympians. They're not as forgiving of
rudeness as I am. I'll meet you back here when you're done. Don't disap-point me."
 After that I must have fainted, or fallen into a trance, because when I opened my eyes again, Ares was
gone. I might've thought the conversation had been a dream, but Annabeth and Grover's expressions told
me otherwise.
 "Not good," Grover said. "Ares sought you out, Percy. This is not good."
 I stared out the window. The motorcycle had disap-peared.
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 Did Ares really know something about my mom, or was he just playing with me? Now that he was gone,
all the anger had drained out of me. I realized Ares must love to mess with people's emotions. That was
his power—crank-ing up the passions so badly, they clouded your ability to think.
 "It's probably some kind of trick," I said. "Forget Ares. Let's just go."
 "We can't," Annabeth said. "Look, I hate Ares as much as anybody, but you don't ignore the gods
unless you want serious bad fortune. He wasn't kidding about turning you into a rodent."
 I looked down at my cheeseburger, which suddenly didn't seem so appetizing. "Why does he need us?"
 "Maybe it's a problem that requires brains," Annabeth said. "Ares has strength. That's all he has. Even
strength has to bow to wisdom sometimes."
 "But this water park ... he acted almost scared. What would make a war god run away like that?"
 Annabeth and Grover glanced nervously at each other.
 Annabeth said, "I'm afraid we'll have to find out."
 The sun was sinking behind the mountains by the time we found the water park. Judging from the sign, it
once had been called WATERLAND, but now some of the letters were smashed out, so it read WAT R
A D.
 The main gate was padlocked and topped with barbed wire. Inside, huge dry waterslides and tubes and
pipes curled everywhere, leading to empty pools. Old tickets and adver-tisements fluttered around the
asphalt. With night coming on, the place looked sad and creepy.
 "If Ares brings his girlfriend here for a date," I said, star-ing up at the barbed wire, "I'd hate to see what
she looks like."
 "Percy," Annabeth warned. "Be more respectful."
 "Why? I thought you hated Ares."
 "He's still a god. And his girlfriend is very tempera-mental."
 "You don't want to insult her looks," Grover added.
 "Who is she? Echidna?"
 "No, Aphrodite," Grover said, a little dreamily. "Goddess of love."
 "I thought she was married to somebody," I said. "Hephaestus."
 "What's your point?" he asked.
 "Oh." I suddenly felt the need to change the subject. "So how do we get in?"
 "Maia!"Grover's shoes sprouted wings.
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 He flew over the fence, did an unintended somersault in midair, then stumbled to a landing on the
opposite side. He dusted off his jeans, as if he'd planned the whole thing. "You guys coming?"
 Annabeth and I had to climb the old-fashioned way, holding down the barbed wire for each other as we
crawled over the top.
 The shadows grew long as we walked through the park, checking out the attractions. There was Ankle
Biter Island, Head Over Wedgie, and Dude, Where's My Swimsuit?
 No monsters came to get us. Nothing made the slight-est noise.
 We found a souvenir shop that had been left open. Merchandise still lined the shelves: snow globes,
pencils, postcards, and racks of—
 "Clothes," Annabeth said. "Fresh clothes."
 "Yeah," I said. "But you can't just—"
 "Watch me."
 She snatched an entire row of stuff of the racks and disappeared into the changing room. A few minutes
later she came out in Waterland flower-print shorts, a big red Waterland T-shirt, and commemorative
Waterland surf shoes. A Waterland backpack was slung over her shoulder, obviously stuffed with more
 "What the heck." Grover shrugged. Soon, all three of us were decked out like walking advertisements
for the defunct theme park.
 We continued searching for the Tunnel of Love. I got the feeling that the whole park was holding its
breath. "So Ares and Aphrodite," I said, to keep my mind off the grow-ing dark, "they have a thing
 "That's old gossip, Percy," Annabeth told me. "Three-thousand-year-old gossip."
 "What about Aphrodite's husband?"
 "Well, you know," she said. "Hephaestus. The black-smith. He was crippled when he was a baby,
thrown off Mount Olympus by Zeus. So he isn't exactly handsome. Clever with his hands, and all, but
Aphrodite isn't into brains and talent, you know?"
 "She likes bikers."
 "Hephaestus knows?"
 "Oh sure," Annabeth said. "He caught them together once. I mean, literally caught them, in a golden net,
and invited all the gods to come and laugh at them. Hephaestus is always trying to embarrass them. That's
why they meet in out-of-the-way places, like ..."
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 She stopped, looking straight ahead. "Like that."
 In front of us was an empty pool that would've been awesome for skateboarding. It was at least fifty
yards across and shaped like a bowl.
 Around the rim, a dozen bronze statues of Cupid stood guard with wings spread and bows ready to fire.
On the opposite side from us, a tunnel opened up, probably where the water flowed into when the pool
was full. The signabove it read, THRILL RIDE O' LOVE: THIS IS NOT YOUR PARENTS'
 Grover crept toward the edge. "Guys, look."
 Marooned at the bottom of the pool was a pink-and-white two-seater boat with a canopy over the top
and little hearts painted all over it. In the left seat, glinting in the fading light, was Ares's shield, a polished
circle of bronze.
 "This is too easy," I said. "So we just walk down there and get it?"
 Annabeth ran her fingers along the base of the nearest Cupid statue.
 "There's a Greek letter carved here," she said. "Eta. I wonder ..."
 "Grover," I said, "you smell any monsters?"
 He sniffed the wind. "Nothing."
 "Nothing—like, in-the-Arch-and-you-didn't-smell-Echidna nothing, or really nothing?"
 Grover looked hurt. "I told you, that was underground."
 "Okay, I'm sorry." I took a deep breath. "I'm going down there."
 "I'll go with you." Grover didn't sound too enthusiastic, but I got the feeling he was trying to make up for
what had happened in St. Louis.
 "No," I told him. "I want you to stay up top with the flying shoes. You're the Red Baron, a flying ace,
remember? I'll be counting on you for backup, in case something goes wrong."
 Grover puffed up his chest a little. "Sure. But what could go wrong?"
 "I don't know. Just a feeling. Annabeth, come with me—"
 "Are you kidding?" She looked at me as if I'd just dropped from the moon. Her cheeks were bright red.
 "What's the problem now?" I demanded.
 "Me, go with you to the ... the 'Thrill Ride of Love'? How embarrassing is that? What if somebody saw
 "Who's going to see you?" But my face was burning now, too. Leave it to a girl to make everything
complicated. "Fine," I told her. "I'll do it myself." But when I started down the side of the pool, she
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followed me, muttering about how boys always messed things up.
 We reached the boat. The shield was propped on one seat, and next to it was a lady's silk scarf. I tried
to imagine Ares and Aphrodite here, a couple of gods meeting in a junked-out amusement-park ride.
Why? Then I noticed something I hadn't seen from up top: mirrors all the way around the rim of the pool,
facing this spot. We could see ourselves no matter which direction we looked. That must be it. While
Ares and Aphrodite were smooching with each other they could look at their favorite people:
 I picked up the scarf. It shimmered pink, and the perfume was indescribable—rose, or mountain laurel.
Something good. I smiled, a little dreamy, and was about to rub the scarf against my cheek when
Annabeth ripped it out of my hand and stuffed it in her pocket. "Oh, no you don't. Stay away from that
love magic."
 "Just get the shield, Seaweed Brain, and let's get out of here."
 The moment I touched the shield, I knew we were in trouble. My hand broke through something that
had been connecting it to the dashboard. A cobweb, I thought, but then I looked at a strand of it on my
palm and saw it was some kind of metal filament, so fine it was almost invisible. A trip wire.
 "Wait," Annabeth said.
 "Too late."
 "There's another Greek letter on the side of the boat, another Eta. This is a trap."
 Noise erupted all around us, of a million gears grinding, as if the whole pool were turning into one giant
 Grover yelled, "Guys!"
 Up on the rim, the Cupid statues were drawing their bows into firing position. Before I could suggest
taking cover, they shot, but not at us. They fired at each other, across the rim of the pool. Silky cables
trailed from the arrows, arcing over the pool and anchoring where they landed to form a huge golden
asterisk. Then smaller metallic threads started weaving together magically between the main strands,
making a net.
 "We have to get out," I said.
 "Duh!" Annabeth said.
 I grabbed the shield and we ran, but going up the slope of the pool was not as easy as going down.
 "Come on!" Grover shouted.
 He was trying to hold open a section of the net for us, but wherever he touched it, the golden threads
started to wrap around his hands.
 The Cupids' heads popped open. Out came video cam-eras. Spotlights rose up all around the pool,
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blinding us with illumination, and a loudspeaker voice boomed: "Live to Olympus in one minute ...
Fifty-nine seconds, fifty-eight ..."
 "Hephaestus!" Annabeth screamed. "I'm so stupid.' Eta is H.' He made this trap to catch his wife with
Ares. Now we're going to be broadcast live to Olympus and look like absolute fools!"
 We'd almost made it to the rim when the row of mir-rors opened like hatches and thousands of tiny
metallic ... things poured out.
 Annabeth screamed.
 It was an army of wind-up creepy-crawlies: bronze-gear bodies, spindly legs, little pincer mouths, all
scuttling toward us in a wave of clacking, whirring metal.
 "Spiders!" Annabeth said. "Sp—sp—aaaah!"
 I'd never seen her like this before. She fell backward in terror and almost got overwhelmed by the spider
robots before I pulled her up and dragged her back toward the boat.
 The things were coming out from all around the rim now, millions of them, flooding toward the center of
the pool, completely surrounding us. I told myself they proba-bly weren't programmed to kill, just corral
us and bite us and make us look stupid. Then again, this was a trap meant for gods. And we weren't
 Annabeth and I climbed into the boat. I started kicking away the spiders as they swarmed aboard. I
yelled at Annabeth to help me, but she was too paralyzed to do much more than scream.
 "Thirty, twenty-nine," called the loudspeaker.
 The spiders started spitting out strands of metal thread, trying to tie us down. The strands were easy
enough to break at first, but there were so many of them, and the spi-ders just kept coming. I kicked one
away from Annabeth's leg and its pincers took a chunk out of my new surf shoe.
 Grover hovered above the pool in his flying sneakers, trying to pull the net loose, but it wouldn't budge.
 Think, I told myself. Think.
 The Tunnel of Love entrance was under the net. We could use it as an exit, except that it was blocked
by a mil-lion robot spiders.
 "Fifteen, fourteen," the loudspeaker called.
 Water, I thought. Where does the ride's water come from?
 Then I saw them: huge water pipes behind the mirrors, where the spiders had come from. And up above
the net, next to one of the Cupids, a glass-windowed booth that must be the controller's station.
 "Grover!" I yelled. "Get into that booth! Find the 'on' switch!"
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 "Do it!" It was a crazy hope, but it was our only chance. The spiders were all over the prow of the boat
now. Annabeth was screaming her head off. I had to get us out of there.
 Grover was in the controller's booth now, slamming away at the buttons.
 "Five, four—"
 Grover looked up at me hopelessly, raising his hands. He was letting me know that he'd pushed every
button, but still nothing was happening.
 I closed my eyes and thought about waves, rushing water, the Mississippi River. I felt a familiar tug in my
gut. I tried to imagine that I was dragging the ocean all the way to Denver.
 "Two, one, zero !"
 Water exploded out of the pipes. It roared into the pool, sweeping away the spiders. I pulled Annabeth
into the seat next to me and fastened her seat belt just as the tidal wave slammed into our boat, over the
top, whisking the spiders away and dousing us completely, but not capsizing us. The boat turned, lifted in
the flood, and spun in circles around the whirlpool.
 The water was full of short-circuiting spiders, some of them smashing against the pool's concrete wall
with such force they burst.
 Spotlights glared down at us. The Cupid-cams were rolling, live to Olympus.
 But I could only concentrate on controlling the boat. I willed it to ride the current, to keep away from the
wall. Maybe it was my imagination, but the boat seemed to respond. At least, it didn't break into a million
pieces. We spun around one last time, the water level now almost high enough to shred us against the
metal net. Then the boat's nose turned toward the tunnel and we rocketed through into the darkness.
 Annabeth and I held tight, both of us screaming as the boat shot curls and hugged corners and took
forty-five-degree plunges past pictures of Romeo and Juliet and a bunch of other Valentine's Day stuff.
 Then we were out of the tunnel, the night air whistling through our hair as the boat barreled straight
toward the exit.
 If the ride had been in working order, we would've sailed off a ramp between the golden Gates of Love
and splashed down safely in the exit pool. But there was a prob-lem. The Gates of Love were chained.
Two boats that had been washed out of the tunnel before us were now piled against the barricade—one
submerged, the other cracked in half.
 "Unfasten your seat belt," I yelled to Annabeth.
 "Are you crazy?"
 "Unless you want to get smashed to death." I strapped Ares's shield to my arm. "We're going to have to
jump for it." My idea was simple and insane. As the boat struck, we would use its force like a
springboard to jump the gate. I'd heard of people surviving car crashes that way, getting thrown thirty or
forty feet away from an accident. With luck, we would land in the pool.
 Annabeth seemed to understand. She gripped my hand as the gates got closer.
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 "On my mark," I said.
 "No! On my mark!"
 "Simple physics!" she yelled. "Force times the trajectory angle—"
 "Fine.'" I shouted. "On your mark!"
 She hesitated ... hesitated ... then yelled, "Now!"
 Annabeth was right. If we'd jumped when I thought we should've, we would've crashed into the gates.
She got us maximum lift.
 Unfortunately, that was a little more than we needed. Our boat smashed into the pileup and we were
thrown into the air, straight over the gates, over the pool, and down toward solid asphalt.
 Something grabbed me from behind.
 Annabeth yelled, "Ouch!"
 In midair, he had grabbed me by the shirt, and Annabeth by the arm, and was trying to pull us out of a
crash landing, but Annabeth and I had all the momentum.
 "You're too heavy!" Grover said. "We're going down!"
 We spiraled toward the ground, Grover doing his best to slow the fall.
 We smashed into a photo-board, Grover's head going straight into the hole where tourists would put
their faces, pretending to be Noo-Noo the Friendly Whale. Annabeth and I tumbled to the ground,
banged up but alive. Ares's shield was still on my arm.
 Once we caught our breath, Annabeth and I got Grover out of the photo-board and thanked him for
saving our lives. I looked back at the Thrill Ride of Love. The water was subsiding. Our boat had been
smashed to pieces against the gates.
 A hundred yards away, at the entrance pool, the Cupids were still filming. The statues had swiveled so
that their cameras were trained straight on us, the spotlights in our faces.
 "Show's over!" I yelled. "Thank you! Good night!"
 The Cupids turned back to their original positions. The lights shut off. The park went quiet and dark
again, except for the gentle trickle of water into the Thrill Ride of Love's exit pool. I wondered if
Olympus had gone to a commer-cial break, or if our ratings had been any good.
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 I hated being teased. I hated being tricked. And I had plenty of experience handling bullies who liked to
do that stuff to me. I hefted the shield on my arm and turned to my friends. "We need to have a little talk
with Ares."


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