CHAPTER 1
Deep Fucking Shit
PERCY P.O.V.
"Where are the others", I asked to my 'colleagues' in front of me. Four men hung upside down in front me. Apparently talking to them in a civilized manner was out of the window, and well, what can I do, I tried.
I approached one of them, this one I called Santa. His facial hair could rival Santa Clause's hence his nickname.
"Where are the others?" I repeated myself, seeing no response from him or any of them, I sighed in disappointment.
Suit yourself, I approached Santa, pliers in my hand, I pulled his hand, clamped one of his fingernails with the pliers.
"I won't ask again. Where..are…the…others?" I asked, dramatically pausing after each word. Of course, I need to instill fear in them. Alas, it was all for naught. No one responded. I pulled the man's nail. His reaction was instantaneous, for a middle aged man, he sure could rival a scream of an eight year old girl.
I moved on, and approached the next person in queue. Smelly. Apparently this person hasn't even heard of the word shower. His smell alone makes me want to kill him.
"You look like a smart man, answer me." I shook him, "Where are the others?" He responded surprisingly, however not a response I wanted. The fucker spat on my face and the price for spitting at me was a punch to the nose.
As my fist collided with his nose, there was a sickening crunch. It doesn't take a doctor to know that I had broken his nose. Even without the crunch, it was evident. His face looked like a plastic balloon filled with red dye exploded.
Seeing that Smelly was incapacitated for the moment, I moved on to his friend. Cigar Boy. During my time tailing them, this man always had a cigarette in in his mouth. He treated smoking like it made him look cool and badass, whereas he looked like he'd shit his pants when he watches Insidious.
I looked at him. "Talk" I simply ordered. Even though he didn't respond, there was a reaction, I could see that this man was nervous as hell. He'll probably be useful for me later.
Without waiting for a response from him, I moved on to the last person in line. I wonder. I thought, would my plan work.
When I was directly in front of him. Without uttering a word, I brought out a knife, with a single motion, I amputated his right arm. His shouting was now drowning out every noise, even the girly screams of Santa, who was weirdly but still shouting.
I have to admit, what I was about to do to him. I didn't bother to make a nickname for this guy, so let's just call him the 'guy'. As he was shouting, his mouth was wide open and with another single motion, I drove my knife through his chin, upwards. Ah quiet. As his screams stopped as soon as I jammed my knife in his ugly mug.
Cigar Boy was now working for me. He started squirming and talking in rapid Arabic. Annoying. I thought. I slapped him
"English" I ordered him
"There…explosives…plaza" he tried converting to English and ended up talking with a thick accent. I saw on the corner of my eyes the look on his other two colleagues. Perfect, this means that he isn't lying.
"Well, thank you. I'll let you go now. In about 60 seconds, your shackles will unlock and you're free" I explained to them, their eyes widening in surprise. "Tata". I immediately left them.
As I was walking towards the entrance, I pulled out my smart phone and watched them through a surveillance camera that was linked to my phone.
There was about 30 seconds remaining when I made it outside.
I saw my trustworthy customized HUMVEE. It was in desert camo colour, armed with a 50 caliber machine gun, plated with 2 cm armor plating, bullet proof windows, and a big fucking engine. Sorry for the language.
After ogling my car and starting it, there was about 10 seconds left. I immediately drove off, and looked at my phone as I drove.
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They were released from their shackles and fell to the ground with a thud. As soon as they got their wits, they started beating up Cigar Boy. I guess for giving up valuable information. Savages. With that, I opened another app on my phone, clicked its interface and the building behind me exploded.
It was a hell of a sight.
Now you must be asking a lot of questions. Why did I just murder four people? Well first of all, they were part of a terrorist organization that uses children as their suicide bombers, coercing peaceful villagers into doing their dirty work, and a bunch of other low brow shit.
Another question that might be in your mind is. How did the famous saviour of Olympus, slayer of the Minotaur, Kronos and a bunch of other minority monsters end up somewhere in the Middle East, killing terrorist and such.
Well to answer your question briefly and quickly. I was betrayed.
Betrayed by my friends and family. I had no one back there, so I decided to do something that matters, instead of moping around. I decided that I'd work in the shadows, clean up the mess of the world, and if I dirty my hand in doing so, so be it. I've made peace with that a long time ago.
Little did I know that I was about to be in deep fucking shit.
A/N: Hello guys, so to clear some things up. This happens before HOO and obviously after PJO. This fanfiction is obviously rated M for language, theme, and other things in the coming chapters.
This chapter gives a little background to the plot and I promise the story will kick off in the next chapter. I can also ensure that the next chapters will be longer than this one. And hopefully if I find someone who can proofread for me, the upcoming chapters will be better.
Please give my story a chance. I think I'd be able to give it justice.
Sorry for grammatical errors and such.
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