Disclaimer: This story does not have any connection with the band named 'Of Monsters And Men'. The title was just inspired from the band name. Rick Riordan owns the Percy Jackson series. Note: This is not a Songfic.

This is my first fanfic, so please review on how I may improve my writing. Flamers and constructive criticism is both welcome. Enjoy!


That brat is so going to die.

The water pushed Bobbyfoot – no, its Bibofat – no, it's Bobofit – to the ground. So he was Poseidon's kid. Finally, after like ages he is exposed. I went forward to check if Bobofit was alright, just to show you know.

Then I went to the sea spawn and began, 'Now, Honey –'

'I know', He grumbled. 'A month erasing textbooks.'

Bad move.

'Come with me,' I told him.

'Wait!' the satyr yelped. 'It was me. I pushed her.'

The sea spawn looked stunned, whereas I glared at him so hard that his whiskery chin trembled.

'I don't think so, Mr Underwood,' I told him.

'But –'

'You – will – stay – here.'

The satyr looked at the boy desperately. I just love those expressions.

'It's okay, man,' Jackson told him. 'Thanks for trying.'

'Honey,' I grew impatient for my kill. 'Now.'

I turned and flew to the museum entrance, at the top of the steps and gestured at him to come up quickly. Then I flew to the end of the entrance hall, in the building. After that, I proceeded to the Greek and Roman Section. Let them see the Lightening Thief as well, I thought.

I used the Mist to empty the area and waited for the sea spawn, as I looked at the frieze. That paranoid [CENSORED] Zeus, damn him! He was responsible for not giving my master his respect and throne. I so wanted to burn the frieze to ashes. I crossed my arms and growled.

Then I noticed the brat immerge from the other end of the room.

'You've been giving us problems, honey.' I told him.

'Yes, ma'am.' He said.

I tugged on the cuffs of my leather jacket (a.k.a. disguised wings) and continued, 'Did you really think you would get away with it?' I said, trying to control myself from going into true form.

He went all nervous and replied, 'I'll – I'll try harder ma'am.'

Thunder shook the building. That implied that Zeus was watching.

'We are not fools, Percy Jackson,' I said, 'It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and suffer less pain.'

He paused. I could see him thinking hard, a bit confused. Obviously, he was faking it.

'Well?' I asked impatiently.

'Ma'am, I don't . . .' Ha! So he chose the hard way. He is so dead.

'Your time is up.' I hissed at him.

Then I changed into my true form. Then suddenly Chiron wheeled into the gallery holding a pen. A pen?

'What ho, Percy!' he shouted and tossed the pen through the air. I can't trust the old centaur. The pen was probably a weapon. I lunged at the sea spawn, but the pen reached faster to him, that too as a celestial bronze sword, the on which Chiron used on tournament day. I backed and then spun towards Jackson.

'Die, honey!' I snarled at him and flew straight at him. Discouragement works every time.

But he swung the sword, still. It made a hiss! Sound as it made contact with my body. I screeched and felt myself disintegrate on the spot.

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