A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to the new and (I hope) improved version of Distorted Mirrors. I am Tinian I'att and since 4evacrazy has left fan fiction, I'll be writing this story along with HoneyGoddess57. I hope you all enjoy reading it.

Disclaimer: We do not own Class of the Titans, but we wish we did.

Distorted Mirrors
Chapter One
Blood and Magic

It was a gorgeous day. The sun was shining brightly on the lush summer grass and the air still had the crisp coolness of early morning. Suddenly, the sounds of a pitched battle shattered the stillness. High on a hill outside New Olympia the seven heroes were fighting Cronus…again.

For the past few weeks, Cronus had been attacking the heroes more often than usual. This new aggressive attitude completely contradicted everything the heroes had come to expect from Cronus. Firstly, Cronus seldom fought the heroes himself. He usually sent his giants or some other creature to face them instead. Secondly, whenever the heroes did encounter Cronus on his own his primary objective was always to escape from them as soon as possible. This sudden change in behaviour was baffling. The heroes didn't have time to dwell on it, however, there were far more pressing concerns.

"You'll never win," Jay said as Cronus prepared to attack.

"We'll see about that," Cronus smirked.

He charged at Jay swinging his scythes in a wide arc, trying to box him in. Unfortunately, for Cronus, Jay was too quick, nimbly avoiding the strikes Cronus aimed at his head and legs.

Normally, this would have infuriated Cronus, but this time he was only mildly annoyed…because Jay was not his true target.

"You are your pathetic friends can't stop me," he taunted. "Look at them just standing there pitiful and afraid."

That last remark was too much for Archie. Snarling he pulled out his whip and charged Cronus.

"Archie stop!" Atlanta shouted.

Archie didn't listen. He wrapped his whip around one of Cronus' scythes and tried to yank it from him hand. Unfortunately, for Archie, his plan didn't work. Cronus yanked back and managed to pull Archie's whip from his hands. Then, laughing nastily, he used his other scythe to cut Archie's arm.

Archie jerked back clutching his injured arm. Blood seeped from between his fingers and he glared at Cronus with a look of pure hatred.

Now that he had what he wanted, Cronus saw no point in sticking around.

"Goodbye mortals," he called as he walked through a portal.

Jay stared at the spot Cronus had occupied mere seconds before and then slammed his fists against the ground in anger.

"We should have prepared more!" he exclaimed in frustration. "We should have trained harder! We should have…"

"Jay stop!" Theresa shouted. "You're not doing yourself or anybody else any favours focusing on what ifs and should haves."

"Theresa's right Jay," Atlanta chimed in. "We have more important things to worry about like figuring out what Cronus is up to."

Jay sighed. He knew his friends were right, but he couldn't help feeling frustrated by their inability to stop Cronus.

Shaking his head, Jay turned and headed toward Herry's truck.

"We'll head to the school," he decided. "We can Chiron to look at Archie's arm and then see if the gods have any idea what Cronus might be planning."

Hours later in a dark, musty cave hidden in the Rocky Mountains, Cronus grinned with pure delight. It had been raining all day in the mountains and trickles of water wove lazily through the rocks outside accompanied by the steady drip of rain at the cave's mouth. The clouds had cleared for the most part, the dark night sky appeared starless. The only light came from a small sliver of moon.

Cronus walked over to a natural stone shelf at the back of the cave. Seven glass vials rested on it, six of which contained a couple of drops of crimson fluid. Cronus picked up the seventh and pulled out the scythe he had used to cut Archie. He tapped it lightly against the vial and two thick drops of blood dripped into it. He had now collected the blood of all seven heroes and it was all fresh, not even a month old. If the blood had been any older, it would have been useless. That was why he had been attacking more often.

It was also the reason he had attacked the heroes himself. This mission was far too delicate and important to entrust to his incompetent giants or any similar creatures. This was something that required intelligence and finesse, things Cronus knew his usual minions definitely lacked.

There was only one thing left to do. Summoning his other scythe, Cronus used it to cut his finger and added some of his own blood to the vials.

It was 10:30. Cronus, being the god of time, didn't need a watch to know. In half an hour, his plan would finally come to fruition.

Mortals, he thought. They always think that everything has to be done at the stroke of midnight under a full moon. That's nothing but a myth.

Cronus set the seven glass containers down in a line at the mouth of the cave. He had chosen this particular spot because at exactly 11 o'clock, a small sliver of light would shine right at the entrance to the cave. Cronus sat as still as a marble statue and waited with a patience that only a god could have.

The thirty minutes passed swiftly and then it was time.

The pale white light of moon shone on the vials, sending light bouncing around the cave as it reflected off the glass. Cronus began chanting in ancient Greek, the words rolling off his tongue in a smooth and steady rhythm. He finished with a harsh staccato note releasing the magic.

The blood began spinning around rapidly as though trapped in a whirlpool. Cronus' blood mixed with the heroes' blood until they were undistinguishable. The contents of the vials turned shadowy and the blood began growing, expanding and twisting.

Under the light of the moon, the substance stretched and stretched until the vials were too small to hold what were once a few drops of blood. There was a loud shattering sound as they burst simultaneously.

The thick blood began to turn black and soon seven distinct forms began to take shape. The blood began to slow down and eventually stopped spinning.

Seven human-like figures stood before Cronus, but they were only shadows with substance. Then they began to shimmer and details and color started to appear. Finally, five girls and two boys stood before Cronus, fully clothed.

They each bore a striking resemblance to the hero whose blood they shared, but they weren't exact copies. Cronus didn't want perfect duplicates because they would only do the same thing as the originals. That was why he had added some of his own blood to the mix, to give each of these doppelgängers a certain essential darkness. The little bit of Cronus in each of them would ensure that they didn't give in to their better impulses and would ensure that the heroes couldn't turn them to their side. The last thing Cronus needed was 14 heroes on his trail.

The first teen was a tall girl with chocolate coloured eyes and light brown hair in a high ponytail that curled slightly at the ends. Her body was extremely curvy, her smile sadistic. She wore a black tank top; dark baggy pants held up with a large black belt, a pair of black combat boots (though only the toes were visible) and black leather fingerless gloves. Her facial features were soft, but her harsh expression gave her an air of cruelty.

Standing beside her was a short dark skinned girl. Even though she was small, she was well muscled and looked as if she wouldn't hesitate to fight. Her hair, which hung below her chest, was dark brown and very curly giving her the appearance of a poodle. Her dark eyes were emotionless, as though there was nothing behind them but a black void. She wore a short deep red dress with a dark blouse underneath, white knee socks and red shoes. She looked like a preppy style bully.

The next girl was also a brunette, but this one had olive skin and was heavier set than the others were. Her eyes were dark and sad, as though she had lived a life of sorrow, though her life had barely begun. Her straight dark hair hung in her eyes and to her shoulders and she had a dark purple bow on the back of her head. She wore a purple dress with dark frills and a corset style top, a thick black choker, purple lacy leggings and clunky dark purple boots. She had a frilly gothic appearance, emphasized by her sad face.

Standing beside the depressed looking girl was a lean boy with flamboyant, spiky red hair and hazel eyes. He looked…bored. He hunched his shoulders slightly and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Despite his obvious boredom, there was a flirtatious gleam in his eyes. He wore a black t-shirt that emphasized his lean, muscular torso, black leather pants and black sneakers.

Next was a girl who looked like a full sized Barbie doll, tall, curvy, and underdressed. Her long blonde hair went down to just above her butt, where it flipped out at the ends. Her hair was perfectly styled with a pink clip holding some of it out of her face. She had steel grey eyes and extremely pale skin. She wore a fair amount of make-up as well. Her eyes were done up with eyeliner, mascara and pale pink eye shadow and she wore deep pink sparkly lipstick. She wore a pink V-neck tank top with ribbons and bows, a short pink skirt and pink high heels that gave her a bit of extra height. It looked as though someone had puked cheerleader all over her.

The boy standing next to Cheerleader Barbie had his arms folded across his chest and a look of utter distaste on his face. His expression suggested he'd rather be somewhere else and he was doing his best to stand away from the others. He had light red hair that was all over the place and bright green eyes. He wore a white t-shirt, a black leather jacket that was missing a sleeve, dark, ripped skinny jeans and black boots. He gave off an anti-social vibe and his entire body was tense as though he was ready to fight.

The final teen was a tall blonde girl with incredibly bright blue eyes. The devious smirk on her face made her look like she was constantly plotting something. Her hair was up in two high ponytails and she wore a black sweatband. She was wearing a baggy grey half sleeve shirt with a white skull on the front and red on the sleeves, a pair of baggy ripped jeans and scuffed up running shoes. Despite her baggy clothes, it was obvious that she had an amazing body.

The seven newly created teens stood perfectly still as Cronus looked them over.

"I see this worked well," he said grinning maliciously. "Those brats won't be bothering me much longer. What are your names?" he asked returning his attention to the seven unmoving teenagers.

"Jessica," the first one replied harshly, crossing her arms.

"Olivia," the dark skinned one responded, her eyes empty.

"Helen," the gothic girl stated in a monotone.

"Aaron," the first boy answered, his voice proud and cocky.

"Ariane," the Barbie doll giggled, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Taylor," the anti-social boy sniffed disdainfully.

"Nat," the devious blue-eyed girl informed him, grinning in a way that seemed designed to make those around her feel slightly insecure.

"Marvellous," Cronus approved, his eyes full of hunger, hunger for revenge.

He waved his hand and produced a holographic image of the seven heroes. "These are your enemies," Cronus explained, "Jay, Odie, Herry, Atlanta, Archie, Theresa, and Neil. Your job is simple. You must destroy them and this is how you're going to do it."

The rain started falling again outside the cave as Cronus began explaining his plan.

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