Criminal Legend - Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, and I never will.
It's a peaceful midnight in the city of New York. Lights flicker out of apartments and the occasional car speeds on by, but all is quiet except for the snores and murmurs as people sleep. It is at this time, that no one notices the black-clad figure that jumps from building to building before making their way to a small convenience store. It has minimal security, and the mysterious figure easily makes out with bags full of stolen goods, confidently making its way to an escape car.
However, this time, things are a bit different.
Sirens blare above as the shadowy shape tries to make it through the doorway, and a signal is sent to the nearest police stations, the loud wailing of the cars already audible in the distance. Cursing, the thief grabs the goods and runs to the pier, looking for an escape route. Its eyes land on the pier, only a quick run ahead. Abandoning the heavy mask, the woman reveals her face as her legs move in a blur. A police car catches up to her, but not without the criminal throwing a knife at the tire, effectively bringing it to a halt. When the woman finally arrives at the dock, she throws away a pile of bags that would weigh her down, before starting the engine and speeding off. Only minutes later, the agents following her mount their own vehicles, speeding off after the shadowy woman. Gunfire rings out, bullets whizzing past. The woman grabs her own gun and shoots the first policeman, and a loud grunt follows as the man drops into the water, dead. The other policemen see this, and start approaching her cautiously. Before long, the woman is surrounded by the agents' more advanced technology, firing bullet after bullet at the motorboat. The guns rip the metal hull of the boat to shreds, tearing through the craft. At this rate, the small boat would sink in minutes, or the woman could get shot. In one last act of rebellion, the woman lit herself on fire, drenched herself in the remaining fuel that the motorboat was running on, and hurled herself at the cluster of men, middle fingers sticking high above her head.
A group of policemen watch painfully from the shore as the waters is light up with a large explosion, knowing that the comrades who had bravely sought to capture the most wanted criminal in NYC would never be seen again, their corpses buried to the bottom of the ocean. Finally, the leader of the group spoke into his radio.
"This is Poseidon reporting, Sally Jackson has been killed."
He shut off the radio, before leading the men away from the scene. After the sudden waking up at such an abrupt notice early in the morning, everyone was ready to get back to sleep. In their eyes, the night was successful, and no one bothered to notice the small boy in a basket, sleeping beside bags of stolen groceries, text scrawled onto a piece of paper inside.
His name is Perseus. Perseus Jackson.
AN: So… what do you viewers think? It's a very short prologue but seems to get the ball rolling for the story. I probably will have already written the next chapter by the time this story is uploaded, but I would like to hear what you think.
