Welp, it's been a while, but I finally decided to get off my ass and write another fan fiction. I've had this idea going around in my head for about a year or so, but it either wasn't developed enough to write, or it was too close to exams. Now, they're all over so I can actually do this.
The normally bustling city of New Olympia was almost empty, as the sun had long hidden itself beneath the horizon. The only sounds to be heard were those of an occasional car making a late dash home, and the humming of crickets. Light coming only from the rusty old street lights hanging over the road. But the peace was interrupted all too quickly as a pair of teens trampled through the city. Their obnoxiously coloured hair stood out even in the darkness.
The slightly faster, red headed one skidded to a halt in front of an alleyway, waiting for her friend to finally catch up to her.
"Gods you're slow. At least try and keep up." She mocked. Panting, her friend came to a stop in front of her. He had his hands on his knees, which were probably the only things keeping him from toppling over in a heap.
"You gotta… admit... I was… close." He retorted between breaths.
"Well, maybe just a lit-" A loud bang sounded, interrupting her words. The two slowly walked towards the noises origin. Scanning the alleyway, they found nothing.
"What was that?" The girl asked.
"Eh, probably some lousy cat trying to raid one of the trash cans." Another clang sounded, followed by a loud yowl. A small ginger bundle of fur raced out, barely missing the two onlookers.
"See, I told you. Now come on, we should probably head back, or else Athena will kill us." He turned around, his back to the alley. The sound of footsteps came from behind him, and he assumed it was simply his friend. That was until he heard her high pitched yelp. Immediately his body swivelled around to face the source of the cry. "Atlanta!"
In front of him stood this 'Atlanta' with a golden sickle held up at her neck. Behind her stood a tall man with pitch black hair and clothing, and a malicious grin plastered on his face. He had pinned the girl's arms behind her back, preventing her from breaking free. "Cronus…" Within a flash her friend had whipped out a small handheld object. He raised it in the air, preparing to attack.
"Get your hands off of her or so help you I will…"
"Ah ah ah… I wouldn't do that Archie. You don't want to hurt your precious little Atlanta now do you?" He pulled the sickle closer to emphasize his point.
"Don't listen to him! Rip his head off!" The said girl hissed. Archie's eyes darted between her and the villain. His teeth were bared out of rage, but the rest of his face displayed a far different expression. Fear.
Breathing out heavily, Archie raised his hands in defeat, and bowing his head. A clang sounded as his weapon collided with the ground. "Alright." Atlanta noticeably gasped.
"WHAT! No! Archie!" His head came up to face her for only a few seconds, but it was long enough for her to see the silent apology sprawled across his face.
"Well then, I guess we'll be going then." The man smiled wickedly as a black portal materialised behind him. Tugging on the golden weapon, he hauled himself and the young girl through the portal, before the boy could even blink. Shooting his head up, he managed to catch one last glance at her before she disappeared. She almost looked, scared? But no, the Atlanta he knew would never be afraid of anything, would she?
A sickening feeling flooded over him as he realised what had happened. "Oh shit… OH SHIT. What have I done?" Panicking he fumbled through the front pocket of his oversized hoodie, until his hand finally connected with the metallic object he was searching for. With speed Atlanta would envy, he punched in the first phone number to come to mind. Impatiently he waited for the small black screen to flare into life. "Come on…" Then finally, a flurry of multi coloured pixels flared up onto the small interface.
"Archie, what the hell? It's like midnight…" The bulky (somewhat pixelled) brown haired man complained.
"Atlanta's been taken!" Archie yelled into the device, slightly annoyed by his friend's calm tone.
"What! By who?"
"The tooth fairy… Cronus you idiot!"
"Oh no... I'll, I'll go wake the others. Come back to the brownstone."
Archie walked through the door of the brownstone, only to be met face to face by a fuming red head.
"How could you just go and let her get kidnapped!" She growled.
"You think I wanted this to happen?" He hissed. "If I had made a move against him he would have killed her!"
"Wow you two, calm down." A boy with light brown hair entered the room, placing a hand on each rivals' shoulder.
"Now isn't the time to argue, we need to find Atlanta." He turned his head to face the shorter of the two opposing team members. "Now what the hell were you two doing out so late?" The boy's head fell, most of his previous anger subsiding.
"I'm sorry, we just, lost track of time I guess. I never wanted any of this to happen!"
"Don't worry Arch," The three teens turned to the living room entrance to find a short, African American boy standing there. "This is Atlanta we're talking about. She can take care of herself."
"I know, I know, but, can we just find her, please?"