Essence of time
Chapter 1
He found out of his powers at the ripe age of five, Accidently stopping time and reversing time while playing with his toys can be terrifying for a young kid, but when the mother of said child acts like all is well and good it tends to calm a child down.
Even though what the child did breaks logic itself, the boy being the child he is thought it was cool instead of scary. Instead of shunning his powers, he trained himself to have control over them, as such he learned to reverse little 'sections' of time if you will, particularly humans themselves.
What that means is by reversing the flow of time on a human he was able to cure any injury, fatal or not, cure any disease or disability except his own. He once cured a classmates broken leg by reversing time on the leg, thats how everyone found out about his powers.
Over the years he became world known, the mayor of his hometown in Chicago gave him the key to the city when he was just twelve years old, all the praise and happiness around him however changed him, and not for the better, he became arrogant and overconfident, he acted like he was better than everybody else.
Because technically, he was, when you can heal anything just by reversing time it tends to give you a big head. Everything was looking up for the boy until tradgedy struck.
See, what the child didnt tell you was his mothers drug addiction, particularly to pills, she was so addicted to them that not even reversing time cured it. Puts a damper on curing anything doesnt it?
It gets worse, the mother overdosed on pills at one point when he was thirteen young years old, she survived but was never able to kick the addiction, and she was killed by her second overdose just one year later when the now teenager was fourteen.
Normally, this would change a person drastically, but the teenager was different, atleast he was different outwardly, his mothers death caused his arrogance and confidence to grow, aswell as him now being sarcastic and almost never serious, as a way to deal with the grief to other people.
However, inside the boys body was a wildfire of pain and heartache, and anger by his mothers death, hidden away by the jokes and the sarcasm.
Fast-forward four more years, the eighteen year old boy lived alone, had been since he was fourteen, he refused foster care and was only kept out of it by the mayor's technical adoption of him. Another way to repay Michael for his help.
In terms of looks, many considered him attractive, though he himself didnt think so. Curly brown hair that stuck up in several directions, gold and grey eyes that were hauntingly beautiful, chiseled jaw but not to much, a lopsided grin, and a lean build, not to musculur, but not skinny.
Though he didnt know it, he was the son of a Titan, particulalry, the Titan of time Kronos.
And his name was Michael, no last name as he threw it away when his mother died from the pills. Pills, Michael hated that word more than even himself, because despite his arrogance and overconfidence, Michael hated himself for his failure to save his mother.
It wasnt just people from Chicago that asked for his help, people from around the world begged him because they had some sort of problem. Once when he was younger, Michael would have helped for free, but know he makes them pay money for his services.
The last time he healed for free, and his personal greatest achievement was unparalyzing a boston bombing victim, he and a bunch of reporters when he was fifthteen came to him, wanting to see his powers for himself they begged him to heal the victim.
Michael took pity and did it for free, pissing off alot of people in the proccess, as he had started making them pay for his healing. When he finished the bomb victim tried to stand but was to weak to do so as he hadnt used his legs for a long time. When he finally did Michael was paid for it despite doing it for free, $75,000 to be exact, the most he ever made.
Michael would have probably never found out about his origins if it werent for the last patient he ever healed.
Michael was walking through the hallway of his school basking in the looks of awe fellow students were giving him, he was grinning to himself when a student crashed into him breathing hard, he backed off and Michael saw the panicked look on the kids face.
"Micah, a girl collapsed on the school baseball field, she has cuts all over her body, they look like claw wounds, we've already called 911 but she might not make it, one of the cuts is in her stomach looks infected with something, we need your help." The kid said gasping for breath.
Michael smiled and nodded, time for some negotiation. "Alright I hear ya, how much she worth to us?" he asked and the boy looked astonished.
"Are you seriously thinking about money right now? A girl could die!" The kid said and Michael scowled.
"No money, no healing. Pay up if you actually care, I'm thinking $150 dollars should do." Michael said with a casual smile, as if he wasnt talking about a life or death situation.
The boy looked ready to hit Michael, but pulled out a $100 bill instead. "This is all I got." He said scowling and Michael took it with a smile. Then he put on his business face.
"Let's go, before its too late." He said and started running with multiple students following behind, he had to hide a grin, this always happens when he started running, it usually ment he was about to heal someone, like moths to a flame people followed to see Michael to work his magic.
They made it to the baseball field and heard sirens in the distance, he had to move fast or he would have to give his money back. He hated having to do that. Students were crowded in one area maing it impossible to get through.
"Get the hell out the way, Micah is coming through!" A kid behind Michael yelled. Immediantly students parted for Michael, and Michael got to see his newest patient.
His first thought was that she was in really bad shape and Michael almost felt bad about taking the kids money. Almost. His second thought was the girl was absolutely gorgeous. She had long curly blond hair, high cheekbones, he couldnt see her eyes as they were closed, full lips and a straight nose, she looked like a straight up California girl.
Michael knelt down beside her and gently nudged her awake, her eyes fluttered open and they were a lifeless, calculating grey, if it wasnt for her labored breating Michael would have guessed she was dead.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay now, help is on the way." He said softly. The girl tried to speak but it ended up with her coughing violently. When she stopped coughing Michael yelled for water, a few seconds later a bottle of it was handed to him.
He lifted it to the girls lips but she suddenly snatched the bottle away and drank it greedily, water falling from the corners of her mouth as she drank. When she finished she let the bottle fall and was breathing heavily.
"No... ambulance... will be able to help. I'm to far from help, I'm probably going to die." She managed to rasp and he shook his head.
"I'm no ambulance, hold still okay?" He said and flexed his hands. he put his hands on the biggest wound, a disgusting purple scratch, and focused his power, the wounded area seemed to shape and shift through time, the girl gasped and he looked at her face, her eyes were wide with shock, but she wasnt looking at the injury, she was looking at him.
"Your... a demigod. How can these mortals see this?" She asked and he raised his eyebrows in confusion, she was clearly delirious from pain so he focused back on the multiple injuries she had sustained, they looked like claw marks, there were no wolves in Chicago, so what had attacked her? He thought.
"Dont speak, save your strength, your in bad shape but I should be able to heal you." Michael said.
All of a sudden, students were jumping out the way as the ambulance got there, they didnt bother move Michael, they knew him well.
"Whats the situation Michael?" One of the doctors asked.
"It's so weird, she had these claw scratches all over her, I healed the lot of them but some are probably where I cant get to them, do we have wolves in Chicago?" Michael asked and the doctor shook his head.
"Not that I know of. Whats her name?"
"Anna- Annabeth chase." She rasped out then looked at Michael. "Whats yours?"
"Michael, no last name." He answered and she smiled weakly.
"Thank you Michael no last name, for healing the poison in my body, how did you turn back time?" Annabeth asked, her voice growing in strength as Michael kept healing her, he stopped abrubtly.
"Poison? What poisoned you?" he asked and Annabeth looked confused.
"The monsters of course, havent you seen them?" She asked.
She was definitely delirious from pain, but her eyes were so lucid, theres no way what she was saying was true. But then again, Michael's powers were supposed to be untrue.
"Never, Annabeth, I sometimes get particularly aggressive customers but thats about it." Michael said.
"Okay, Ms. Chase, time to get you to the hospital, we need to do a check up on your injuries." The other doctor said and Annabeth got all wide eyed.
"Wait! Can he come? With us?" Annabeth asked pointing at Michael. Michael shook his head.
"No, I'm not getting paid enough to come with you, you'll be fine." He said, Annabeth looked shocked before she scowled.
"Consider it atleast." Was all she said and allowed herself to be helped into the Ambulance, she looked fine no doubt due to Michael's handiwork.
Michael turned around and was greeted by a blast of cheering, he for once ignored it and stalked off, deciding to go home today and take a break from healing.
it was 1:00, and school let out at 1:30 so he wasnt missing much. He rarely went to class anyway, what was the point? His ADHD and Dyslexia that he unfortunately couldnt heal inhibited him.
His thoughts were consumed by the girl he had just healed, Annabeth chase... Who is she? He decided he would go to the hospital and check her out for himself. He let out a big sigh.
"I'm not getting paid enough for this bullshit." He muttered.
LINE BREAK
He opened his door and entered his home, it wasnt anything special, just a two bedroom two bath house with a den and kitchen. He made a beeline straight for his room and sat at his computer desk.
"Demigods... What the hell was that girl talking about?" He asked himself and googled it.
Demigods: The offspring of a human and god, demigods usually have otherworldy powers kin to their godly parent. Apollo kids are amazing at archery, Athena children are incredibly intelligent and are able to make impressive battle plans. Posideon has domain over water and earth, and the list goes on and on.
But is that what Michael was? A demigod? It would explain his strange powers, but wouldnt a 'monster' have attacked him by now? That girl Annabeth, where did she come from?
All these thoughts were going through Michaels head, and it gave him a headache but he made a split second decision, he was going to have to speak with the girl Annabeth and figure out the truth behind all of this.
"Ugh, is she even worth my time though? No, she isnt, ill just speak with her tomorrow." He said to himself.
A sudden crash in his house made Michael jump out of his seat. A robber? Here? In my home? How dare he! Michael thought angrily, he grabbed a baseball bat sitting beside his bed. Then he moved to the door and slowly opened it.
Michael felt a sense of foreboding as he stared down his dark hallway, then he recovered as he thought of his powers, he could own this guy! Nobody could beat him with his time powers.
With renewed strength, Michael slowlyy moved down the dark hallway, every atom in his body pulsating with adrenaline and fear.
Another loud bang resounded through the house and Michael stopped cold, nearly stopped breathing, he focused his hearing and realized the sound seemed to be coming from his kitchen.
is he looking for a midnight snack or what? Michael thought sarcastically.
He rounded the halls corner and looked into his kitchen as it had no door, it was so dark it was almost supernatural but he was just barely able to make out a small figure on the floor.
He snapped the light on and swung his bat down only to stop when he realized what it was.
A cat, a stray cat had found it's way into his house somehow. It was an orange bobcat with bright green eyes. It meowed and Michael did this sort of breathless laugh.
"Are you kidding me? I was nerveous for nothing? Well then, arent you just a weird sight." Michael said to it.
It meowed and rubbed it's body on Michaels legs purring. He picked it up intending to throw it out, but when he did so the cat curled into his arms and rubbed its head against Michaels neck purring still.
"I think I just adopted a cat." Michael said. Suddenly, a chill ran down Michaels spine, the cat stopped purring and meowed fearfully.
Michael all in the span of a second dropped the cat, grabbed the bat, and spun around, what he saw nearly made him deficate himself.
Michael was face to face with massive dog, atleast three times the size of a great dame, it wasnt a normal dog, Michael only could describe it as a devil spawn, it had mangied red and black fur, it had eyes blacker than night itself, maggots crawling around on its fur, smelled like three day old garbage, it had no tail and was drooling saliva and what looked like blood.
Like Michael thought, it looked like it came straight out of hell, maybe it had but none of these descriptions is what scared Michael the most. What he had to do was what scared him like nothing else.
The worst part was that Micahel was going to have to fight the demon.
Why?
Because it was blocking the exit.
A/N: How do you like this? It's something I thought up and would really appreciate if you took your time and told me if you liked it. If you want me to continue this please tell me.