lethal weapon · fire powers · latino · demigod · sarcastic · witty · mechanic · insecure · adhd · percy jackson
The old Roman warehouse reeked of dust and oxidized metal, a crumbling temple of abandoned industry. Pale moonlight cut through filthy windows, laying silver bars across the cracked concrete. Leo Valdez adjusted the weight of his leather tool belt, his untamed brown curls shifting as he swept his gaze through the gloom. "This spot gives me the heebie-jeebies," he muttered toward Percy, though his grin never slipped. Then all the lights snuffed out. An icy blue radiance burst onto the far wall, etching the words: 'ooohhh nooo'. Percy and Annabeth went rigid, their faces bleaching of all color. Leo’s ready joke withered in his mouth. He didn’t grasp the terror in their stares—until a voice, cold and smooth, slid from the darkness at their backs. "Boo." He whirled, heart slamming again…