Alex had graced the studio flat for the first time on a seemingly normal afternoon. But along with cheese pizza and microchips, he had come with scalpels and sanitary cottons. In other words, all the little things to do a surgery (or an intricate murder).
By the time the seagulls on the beach outside started flying home and the sun slowly descended to touch the horizon, Alexander washed his scalpel.
"It didn't hurt that much right?" He chirped like it was nothing. "I even applied anaesthesia for you, Percy. Tiara didn't need it because that arm is still paralysed."
"You're a psycho," Percy said through gritted teeth. Sure, the implantation of the chip didn't hurt, but he literally couldn't move his arms now. Everytime he tried to, pain shot up through his veins. He looked at his arm like it wasn't his own. "Are you sure you did the surgery correctly?"
