Love Within Blood
Disclaimer: We've all heard these before, but for the sake of some I'll repeat it…I don't own this in any way, shape or form (except the plot, anyway). If I did...things would be drastically changed. Sigh
Warning: This is yaoi or slash (considering that this is a North American produced...mostly...show) and that means boy on boy lovin'!
A.N.: I'm baaaaaccckkk! (lol) I do promise to continue the old stories I have left for nearly two years. Once I can pick up the plots again. I apologize.
Pairing: Herry/Neil
Love Within Blood
A long drawn out sigh echoed through the large hall that was the New Olympian training room and shortly after said sigh there followed several more. Seven lethargic teenagers lay strewn about the training room on various pieces of equipment and floor space. The moans and occasional whimpers were periodically punctuated by grunts of 'it's hot' and 'I'm bored'. The week had been nothing but sweltering heat and many complaints. The Gods themselves even seemed to be wilting before everyone's eyes and that alone spoke volumes. They had made sure to postpone most of the young heroes' training...or at least the more strenuous parts of it, anyway.
Now the teens were both hot and bored. Hell, even Chronos failed to rear his ugly head, however, this still seemed to bother the leader of the young heroes of New Olympia a bit. Though, he had, long ago, stopped mentioning it due to the fact that it tended to provoke semi violent reactions from some of his teammates and ominous warnings from others. Eventually he just succumbed to the blistering heat and joined his team on the cool ceramic tiles of the training room floor.
Jay, the aforementioned leader, lifted his head slowly to stare at his sweaty, tired team and smiled softly. Despite the horrible heat making them uncomfortable he had never seen his team so relaxed and as their leader he felt it was his duty to make them completely at ease. Suddenly his eyes lit up with the beginnings of a wicked idea and he dragged himself into a sitting position. "Hey, guys!" Jay called as the others all turned their heads from the various positions they occupied to listen halfheartedly to their leader, "Let's go to the lake!" he said with more excitement and energy than he had in a week.
This got everyone's attention easily and collective smiles started crawling their way across six teenage faces and in one big headlong rush they ran for the main doors, nearly trampling over Ares; the God of War. None of them bothered to pay attention to the bellowing of the balding God and proceeded with their mad stampede, to their own living quarters, to pack.
To say the least, it took only a short time for the overeager teens to pack some of their belongings and pile into Herry's jacked up truck. They quickly told Hera that they would be taking a long trip out to the lake to relax and beat the heat. She merely waved them off and told them that even if they were going away to relax that they should still keep up some sort of guard. They had all nodded collectively and, quite conveniently, Herry seemed to suddenly develop lead-foot syndrome causing the truck to take off with a roar of the engine followed shortly by several whoops and howls of excitement. Hera merely shook her head and went back inside to escape the evils of the summer heat.
An hour later sees the seven teens sitting comfortably inside Herry's air-conditioned truck as it sped down the highway to their much anticipated getaway. Archie and Atlanta were busy competing, to the best of their abilities, from where they were seated in the back of the truck. Jay and Theresa were sitting quietly with their heads together, listening to music from Theresa's mp3 player, seated beside the competing pair. Odie, who sat up front closest to the window, was playing one of his video games avidly while Neil, however, was sleeping soundly, slowly falling over onto Herry's broad shoulder.
Herry glanced sideways at the obviously exhausted teen and, truth be told, it was the herculean teen who was one of the very few, if not the only one, out of the group that actually took notice of Neil's overly drained state of appearance. In fact, Neil hadn't been functioning well for over three weeks now and it seemed to be that he was slowly getting worse. If Herry knew any better he would have guessed that the poor blond was not sleeping well, perhaps not at all. He had confronted Neil about it a few days before the freak heat wave had hit, but the smaller male had brushed it off rather profusely, saying that it was nothing to be concerned with. Herry knew otherwise and had observed that the blond beauty did indeed only got worse as the days continued to pass them by.
The others seemed only mildly concerned that Neil was suffering from something abnormal and had, instead, proceeded to crack a few jokes at the blond's expense. It was obvious that it was getting harder for Neil to hide his extreme fatigue, if the black marks under his eyes and the apparent weight loss were anything to go by. Frankly, Herry was happy that the little blond was finally resting. He slowly turned his full attention back to the road and continued to drive to their much-desired destination. However, he made a promise to himself that he would watch over Neil and make sure that he got back to his exuberant old self.
It was only after three more hours of the same dull scenery that had the heroes happy to finally see a change in their surroundings when the mountain lake finally came into view. They could not help their collective cheers of excitement which, incidentally, woke up Neil. The teen had jerked awake, quite obviously scared as he pulled away from Herry's shoulder like he had been brutally assaulted by an unseen entity. Everyone immediately stopped cheering to stare at the flustered teen. Jay leant forward and placed his hand on Neil's shoulder in an attempt to calm the startled blond, "Neil, relax...you're in the truck with us. We didn't mean to wake you like that." Jay said apologetically.
Neil's rapid breathing slowed and he turned his head towards Jay, "I…I'm fine. It was an accident that's all." the blond replied as he turned back to face the front, leaving Jay a little perplexed since he more than expecting Neil to whine about his precious beauty sleep having been disturbed. He glanced over at the other three in the back seat and saw that they too were sporting the same bewildered looks. They collectively turned their heads back to Neil who was slumping down in the front seat, looking for all the world like he was going to go back to sleep.
However, at this point Neil was not willing to fall back to sleep. He was upset, but had no energy to voice it. He had finally been able to sleep without being bombarded by all those horrific nightmares that had been plaguing him for weeks on end only to be woken abruptly. Neil still refused to bring them up with his teammates again after the first time he had done so. The blond had told Archie, Atlanta and Theresa and they had simply thought that all he wanted was attention. He had left the room they had been lounging in smarting, hurt that his friends wouldn't take him seriously. He had come to the conclusion that if those three wouldn't take him seriously than surely no one else would.
Despite his little conclusion there had been one person that had, on more than one occasion, asked him if he was okay and if he wanted to talk about it...this had surprised Neil greatly. Herry had asked him several times whether anything was wrong and had more than once offered his shoulder for comfort, but Neil refused on the grounds that there was nothing upsetting him. He didn't know why Herry was so concerned about him and because of that Neil didn't want to make Herry worry any more than he was already by telling him what was actually bothering him. Eventually Herry had stopped approaching him...even if Neil could still see Herry was worrying about him, albeit silently now.
"Neil? Hey, Neil." aforementioned blond jumped at the sound of Herry's voice in his ear. He jerked slightly and whipped his head around in Herry's general direction. Herry smiled down at him, "Hey, sleeping beauty, we're here." Herry cooed as Neil looked around the truck and saw that he and Herry were the only ones left in the truck. 'When did I fall asleep again?' the blond thought, "I…" he began to say aloud, but Herry held up his hand, "Its okay, Neil. You needed the rest. Hey now, don't give me that look...I know you haven't been feeling well. However, I won't ask you to tell me what's been bothering you." Herry said, voice soothing Neil's frayed nerves, but, none the less, he looked down into his lap feeling ashamed that he was still causing Herry to worry.
"Now come on. Sleeping in the truck can't be very comfortable for you." Herry smiled and stepped aside to let Neil slide out of the driver's side door. As soon as Neil's feet touch the earth he couldn't help but stagger under his own weight, forcing Herry to quickly catch him. The lack of sleep and food were really starting to take their toll on him, leaving Neil feeling light-headed. The bulky teen slipped his arm under Neil's armpits and around his chest to support him.
Without saying so much as a word Herry lifted Neil into his arms and ensued to carry the flustered, squealing teen into the large, lakefront cabin, "There's no need to struggle, Neil. You're obviously over exhausted and way under fed. I can't risk you hurting yourself." Herry grunted against the blond's weak struggles. Neil finally stopped moving about and let Herry have his way, though Neil couldn't help but to pout despite himself.
Herry walked by the others with, a now blushing, Neil in his arms and went straight upstairs to find the model a room that he could sleep in. When the brunet finally found a suitable room for Neil he had a sleeping blond in his arms. To say the least, Herry was kind of surprised at how fast the blond could simply fall asleep. Than he stopped to think about it and considering the fact that Neil hadn't been sleeping for...well...for weeks he shouldn't be surprised that the blond was snoozing now. He smiled down at Neil, who looked rather peaceful for once, as the larger teen walked over to the queen size, canopy bed and lay Neil gently down on it.
Herry straightened up and left the room after a moment of pause. However, as soon as Herry shut the door Neil curled into a ball and began to whimper and shake.
As soon as Herry entered the living room he was grilled by all his other teammates, which was something he was kind of expecting, "Why were you carrying Neil?" Theresa asked, "Did he break a nail?" Archie joked, "Is he sick?" asked Jay as the five other heroes began to force Herry into a corner, preventing any means of escape. Herry put up his hands in what seemed like an attempt to ward them off. He was slowly getting annoyed at the stupid questions his friends were firing at him and he couldn't help but snap a little, "Of course he's not feeling well! He hasn't been feeling well for over three weeks! You all know this!" he yelled and the others froze. Herry continued, "He hasn't been sleeping or eating so obviously something is wrong with him! He won't tell me what's wrong and do you wonder why!"
"Herry, calm down. We were just asking about him." Archie said as the others stared at Herry in what could only be made out as confusion. The 'steam' left Herry and he slumped against the wall behind him and sagged to the floor, "I'm just really worried about him, that's all. He won't tell me anything and I'm afraid that whatever it is that's bothering him is tearing him apart." Herry said softly.
Atlanta, Archie and Theresa had the decency to look guilty. They glanced at the floor and it certainly didn't go unnoticed by Jay, "Neil came to talk to you three about what's been causing him unrest. Didn't he." Jay said dryly and the three nodded. The fire came back to Herry as he surged to his feet with a growl of rage, "He told you about what's upsetting him and you turned him away!" the descendant of Hercules roared. The others flinched away and Archie jumped to defend themselves, "We thought he just wanted attention!"
Herry stood and began walking away from them, "No! He didn't want attention, he wanted comfort and reassurance from whatever was scaring him! I'll be damned if I let this go on any longer." Herry growled as Jay stepped forward in an attempt to sooth Herry, but his hand was pushed away. "No. I'm not the one who needs comforting." was the bulky teen's dry response as he walked away. Jay turned to the others, "We'll leave him be for now...and as for Neil...we will let him sleep and talk to him later tonight. As for right this minute we can go down to the beach and relax."
Jay tended to have a way of waylaying everyone's anxieties and he could feel the mood lifting as the others nodded and went to prepare for a few hours on the beach and in the water.
It was hot, too hot and...devoid of life. Every breath taken was being sucked from a slim body. There was nowhere to turn that offered even a modicum of peace and comfort to the slender being. A feeling of dizzy, light-headedness overtook him as he swayed and fell. He gasped for breath that didn't seem to be entirely there as his body shook which left no time to respond when there was a sudden, heavy flash of black in his vision and his airways were completely restricted. He was pulled from the ground until his feet no longer touched the burning, blood red soil beneath him. He tried to cry out, but nothing came forth. He stared, nearly sightless, into a hooded black void where a face should have been.
What he seemed to see, however, were a pair of mocking red eyes, that glowed with the fires of hell itself. The tortured being felt himself being moved weightlessly over the ground as his already weak struggles ceased entirely. His mind was so fogged that he did not register when his body smashed into a rock face. He slid down the surface and fell bodily on something soft. He tried to raise himself but a hard hit to the side of his face sent him reeling down onto and across the soft surface.
He started to curl into a ball when burning metal clamped down on his wrists hauling him back onto his spine, spreading him out like a sacrifice. He gave a wordless cry as he was stretched beyond his limit as deep laughter began to rise in volume off to his right where his cloaked attacker stood. The laughter became further mocking and overly loud as he cringed, trying to tune it out.
'We have been through this every time you sleep and still you resist me. You are the weak link among them and you will break eventually. Your team-mates may care for you on some level, but even they think of you in the same light. Oh, I must have forgotten….your friends are joining us this time.' The dark figure boomed and waved his hand as his friends were revealed from the shadows amassed around them, also trussed like sacrifices. 'Now than, shall we continue from where we left off last time, my Dear?' The tortured creature sobbed soundlessly as the chains attached to the manacles around his wrists lifted his dead weight onto his knees.
After what felt like eternity the silent sobs finally became audibly as if someone turned off the mute button. The tortured being lifted his head weakly to glance at his friends. They were looking back at him with a mixture of fear and what looked like disgust in their eyes. However, with some the fear was more prominent than the disgust and vice-versa.
There was an audible snap of fingers and the tortured being arched his back savagely as a scream, so unholy that it burned, fell from his lips. The screaming only gained in clarity and pain as copious amounts of blood, that wasn't previously there, came gushing to the surface. The sticky, hot liquid splashed out across the floors as the screaming became gagged by a rush of blood to the mouth. It dripped from his lips to add to the ever-growing puddle beneath, on and around the tortured creature.
He arched again as slashes began to appear on his soiled clothing and body. He tossed his head back and forth as gashes appeared along his back indicating a whip having been taken to his backside as, likewise, his thighs began to bleed from similar gashes. Blood was everywhere in a matter of minutes and when the tortured creature lifted his head weakly towards his bound friends he saw that some of them had been splattered with his blood as well.
'How are you feeling?' came the ever mocking voice of his tormentor as the cloaked figure came forward to run his hand over his blood covered body, 'I'll say it again; you look very beautiful covered in blood. Crimson suits you well.' His torturer chuckled darkly, eyes glinting madly from within the cloak's hood.
He vaguely heard the rasp of metal being pulled from a sheath and twitched as the surprisingly cool metal of a dagger was held against his torn body. 'Are you going to stop acting foolish or do I continue to get the pleasure of invading your mind while you dream.' The tortured merely whimpered in pain. 'I see. Shall I make this a real nightmare.' the tormenter added and with that the ever-cloaked figure strode over to his blood splattered friends. 'Let me see. Which cretin shall I destroy first? Which one will hurt you the most?' the torturer walked down the line of bound teens, stopping at the tallest.
His tormentor turned back to him and even if he couldn't see the leering smile he could tell by the mocking eyes. Then his tormentor turned back and thrust the dagger deep in his friend's stomach, twisting it cruelly. The ear piercing scream that issued forth was long and drawn out, coming from several people, but the one that had been stabbed issued an even louder cry as it turned from an incoherent scream to…..
Herry sat on one of the couches in the living room reading silently when a blood curdling scream issued from upstairs. He jumped to his feet and flew up the stairs to the room where he knew it had come from. He nearly knocked the door off it's hinges in his haste to get to the terrified male inside the room, though upon entry, he found himself freezing momentarily at the sight of Neil thrashing about upon the large bed. The blond had been thrashing so wildly that the sheets had twisted tightly about his too slim body, trapping his right arm to his side. His other hand was clawing savagely at anything that was in it's way, which happened to be Neil's own skin and clothing.
Neil had torn at his right shoulder making it bleed out quite a bit while his screams only seemed to gain in pitch as only one intelligible word issued forth from the teen's lips in a long drawn out cry of despair, "HHHHEEEERRRRYYYY!" this broke Herry's trance and he ran to Neil's side, grabbing up the struggling teen in a bear-like hug. Herry secured Neil to his own body with one arm while his other clutched at the back of Neil's head in an attempt to still the boy. He buried the smaller's face into the crook of his neck and shoulder and began talking to to the frightened teen, "Neil. Come on, wake up. Neil, I'm here, so you can wake up now, please! Neil, open your eyes! Neil!" he began yelling in an attempt to get Neil's unconscious mind to hear him, "NEIL!" he yelled and clutched the boy to him.
The screaming abruptly stopped as Neil's eyes snapped open and his fear soaked mind registered just exactly who was holding him. He immediately broke down and clutched at Herry with his free arm, sobbing into large teen's shoulder. Herry remained silent, willing to let Neil calm himself down and cry himself out. However, the blond began to mumble unintelligibly through his gasping sobs, "I….again…..you…..he…so much blood…..make it stop….." the young model cut himself off with another softer scream and clutched onto Herry all the harder for it.
All the bulkier teen could do was hold the shaking blond and whisper as many comforting words into his ear as he could. Seeing the usually exuberant Descendant of Narcissus so broken was making Herry want to breakdown himself, but he knew Neil needed a strong shoulder to cry on and a straight head to calm him. Herry was going to be just that.
"Everything's going to be alright now, Neil. I promise you." Herry said softly as he felt Neil slowly calming down. He could feel Neil shake his head back and forth, "No… no it's not. You can't stop the nightmares, Herry…. if I can't...what makes you think you can." Neil said sadly as he began to pull away. Herry looked down at blond's dejected appearance and knew the smaller male was very near to giving up, "No one should have to suffer like this. I'm going to try. I promise...I will think of something." the brunet replied with such an extreme level of confidence Neil never heard before in the larger male's voice that he started crying again.
"Thank you, Herry." He sobbed and Herry smiled down at the blond in his arms, "I promise."
Herry had been true to his word and had stayed by Neil's side day and night, only leaving him so Neil could go to the bathroom or bathe...though never really going far from him despite moments of solitude. It was because of this that Neil was sleeping better and eating once again. His nightmares had ebbed into beautiful dreams as the others even began to take genuine concern in Neil's condition and helped the best they could. After two weeks at the cabin resting and relaxing the lot had become like normal teenagers once again and had started enjoying themselves like kids their age should.
However, the others also noticed that Herry tended to spend almost all of his time with Neil at this point, whether it was at night or at day. Herry even took to sleeping in the same bed as Neil in order to keep his nightmares at bay. The brunet had indeed proved to Neil and their friends that he could make everything all right as Neil's nightmares never returned when he was sleeping next to or in Herry's arms. The two had discovered this through trial and error...despite initial embarrassment.
The others eventually noticed everything and at first they were concerned, but after a short time they couldn't help but smile when they saw the two relaxing or playing together. They were even hoping that this would lead somewhere good...to something much more and leave both Herry and Neil happy.
To the others' credit Herry was indeed falling in love with Neil and if they gauged Neil the right way they could swear he was actually falling for the descendant of Hercules as well...or this is what they hoped was happening between the two, anyway.
As it was the seven teen heroes currently all lay on the beach in front of the lake house, enjoying the sun only to eventually have Jay standing up, promptly challenging Archie and Atlanta to a volley ball game with him and Theresa. Of course the two competitive teens were more than willing to prove that they could beat the other duo. The four wasted no time and ran over to the net, jumping into a rather viciously competitive game of volleyball as, from his perch on a towel in the sand, Odie shook his head at the four. He turned his face back into his book to continue reading seeing as how he wasn't willing to destroy his video games with sand. He would have stayed inside, but being out in the sun near the water was too tempting...even for the Descendant of Odysseus.
Beside him Herry and Neil were reclined in the sand, relaxing in the sun. Herry cracked an eye when he felt someone watching them, turning his head lazily only to see Odie staring at him with a knowing smile. Herry stuck his tongue out at Odie in a friendly manner and the dark skinned boy laughed softly in return. The bulky brunet sat up, causing Neil to stir beside him, "Would you like to go for a walk with me, Neil? I need to stretch my legs." the muscular teen offered as Neil rubbed his eyes and yawned cutely. He turned to look at Herry and nodded slowly, smiling up at the super strong teen.
Herry stood up, offering his hand to Neil, however, when he pulled just a bit too hard he caused Neil to stumble into his chest. Herry instinctively wrapped his arms around the other teen to balance him and they both blushed softly. Neil pulled away slowly, still blushing faintly, as Herry recovered more quickly and grabbed his hand, dragging him down the beach at a gentle run. Odie shook his head and smiled as he turned his head to look at the others and gave them a thumbs up. The four snickered and went back to playing volleyball.
Away from their comrades Herry walked in silence along with Neil. They had walked along the beach for a short way before they had turned off onto a well-beaten trail leading into the small woodland located behind the cabin. From time to time Herry would glance sideways at Neil to make sure he was comfortable, happy to see that the small blond was relaxed. This worked in Herry's favour for he now had a perfect situation in which to ask Neil about what was causing him such obvious turmoil. He was alone with the blond teen and he had a feeling that Neil would be more willing to talk to him alone rather than the entire group...especially after what a few certain people put him through.
"Neil, I want to ask you something." Herry began, not too sure how to put it without scaring the blond off. Neil glanced up at him with a look of mild curiosity and a small smile on his face and Herry almost felt crushed that he was going to make Neil relive his nightmares. It had to be done. The smile on Neil's face died when he saw the look in Herry's eyes. The young blond knew what Herry wanted to ask him, he had been dreading it, but knew he had to tell someoneat some point. If Herry was really willing to help him he would tell all.
"I'll tell you everything, Herry." He said softly and the taller brunet stopped dead in his tracks. He was surprised that Neil would readily give him the information he was seeking after all the times the slim male had refused. Neil stopped and looked back at Herry about to say something when strong teen came forward and took him into his arms in a comforting embrace, "I know this is going to be tough on you, Neil, but I'm here for you and I promise to keep you safe. I want you to take your time. Just let it come out naturally. I will not push you to do anything if you don't want to." He said into Neil's ear.
"Thank you, Herry." Neil said softly as he pulled away and began walking again. Herry was quick to follow and for the longest time Neil said nothing. The muscular brunet was true to his word, though, and didn't push Neil into saying anything unless he felt compelled to. Herry still found himself jumping slightly in surprise when Neil suddenly took his hand, however, he quickly squeezed the smaller male's hand back to reassure him. Neil sucked in a breath in an attempt to calm his now frazzled nerves.
"...Don't really know what brought the nightmares about, but I still remember every last wretched dream I've had for the past three weeks, anyway. There is always one I have quite frequently, though. It always runs the same line with only a few minor differences. There is always a man in a black cloak and every time he appears I bleed...he cuts me, stabs me, breaks my bones and says things that I wish not to repeat. The one thing that remains the same though is what he says to me after the old cuts from the previous nightmares return. He tells me I'm the weak link and that I will break eventually." Neil said, having memorized that particular sentence many nightmares ago.
"But now the nightmares have been getting worse. I'm seeing things I never want to see again, but I have no choice, because they keep coming. In the last few days I've seen and felt things so real that I feel if I wake it'll all be true. I'm starting to think that this, right here, right now, is the dream; a wonderful, amazing dream...at first it was just me being tortured and than it was my mother and father. I watched them die before my eyes...a-accusing me of abandoning them; I could feel their hatred, Herry, like it was a knife tearing into me. For a while it was only them being repeatedly tortured before they died again. It hurt so much...much more than the weapons the man in black used on me, but he found a way to cut me even deeper."
"My last dream, the one I had on the first day here, was like having my heart ripped out while I was still alive to feel it. All of you were there, bound like sacrifices, staring at me with disgust and fear written all over you. You all witnessed my old nightmares' wounds returning and when I could lift my head you were all covered in my blood. There was so much of it, so much more than the previous nightmares. I felt my heart stop when I saw the looks on your faces. I saw weakness in your eyes...I saw...me. It was the weakness you all saw...in...me." At this point Neil was starting to shake, tears stinging the edges of his eyes.
"Than the man in black started laughing and walked over to you guys. He knew that you guys were more of a family to me than my actual family. He knew what he was doing and decided to pick one of you. He….. he picked you, Herry….. he stabbed you. All I could hear was your screaming…all I could see was the blood from your body gushing to the floor. Than you yelled my name and that's when I woke up. It felt so real!" He sobbed and Herry took hold of Neil, crushing him to his body. Neil cried against him and Herry couldn't help but to cry with him.
Neil's suffering seemed so real to the brunet and he had good cause to believe so. Herry understood his fright. What he didn't understand, though, was the abnormal amount of times he kept having these nightmares and why they always seemed to run the same line. Was there a real outside force that was targeting Neil? If so did it have something to do with Cronus?
Herry knew that he had to do everything in his power to keep Neil safe. He just wished he knew what was causing these consecutive nightmares to occur. Herry couldn't help his next actions; he leaned down and kissed Neil on the forehead. The blond gasped softly and partially pulled away from Herry so he could look up into his face. "Herry?" Neil questioned and Herry smiled down at him, "I will keep you safe." He said and leant down again so that, this time, his lips pressed softly against Neil's petal soft mouth. Neil's eyes widened in surprise and he stood frozen. His brain tried to wrap around the current situation, but failed as he slowly fell into the tender kiss. Herry felt Neil begin to respond and, in turn, he felt his heart leap, causing him to press down harder. Neil whimpered softly as he felt what he could only describe as Herry's tongue sliding along his lower lip.
Neil's brain stopped working and his mouth slowly opened to Herry's questing tongue. Both of them moaned in unison as their wet appendages danced together. However, they were interrupted by a low, deep chuckle. "My, my, my what do we have here." Came an all to familiar voice. The two broke apart with a gasp of air. Herry's head shot up as Neil whipped around in the brunet's arms.
"Cronus!" they bit out collectively.
A.N. : Well I'm going to leave it at an evil cliff hanger. How many have caught onto the beginnings of a plot? The first part should be easy enough. This is my first fic for Class of the Titans so be nice, though constructive criticism is appreciated. Of course, flames will be ignored and or laughed at, because anyone who bitches about a fic meant to be written for fun and mild entertainment is a fucktard (hehe love that word). Seriously though, flames aren't cool and the stupid people who write them need better things to do with their time.
That's enough from me. Hope this was a good first chappie and see ya'll soon.