Legacy of Heroes Part 2: Insurgence
Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening
The sound of a stick being clanked onto iron woke up Elise Galathynius Jackson, and she felt like crap. Her sea green eyes ringed with gold were bloodshot as she felt like she was lying down on something dirty and hard. The first thing she saw was a cracked concrete ceiling. With a groan, Elise sat up and instantly realized something.
She was in an abandoned prison cell. There wasn't even a soft mattress to protect her from the cold floor, or even a toilet. She softly thanked her unique physiology otherwise she would've caught hypothermia by now.
However, there was yet another problem: she was unarmed, only wearing her custom Italian Assassin robes and nothing else, not even her hidden blades were there with her. To make matters worse, she was hungry, and the lack of energy means she can't shift or even find water.
"Hey, eat up." Elise heard a voice coming from the iron bars. She saw a 40's something man with fair skin, shaggy blonde hair, and black eyes. He was wearing standard Greek battle armor and he carried a lumberjack's axe, and in the other hand was a bowl with three loaves of bread.
"Who are you?" she groaned, getting up and taking the bowl of bread from the man.
"I'm Adrian." he replied.
"Well, Adrian, I just want to ask, where the hell am I?" Elise asked, a hint of anger in her voice.
"In prison." Adrian spoke.
"Well what is this prison anyway?" she asked again.
Before Adrian could answer, another voice rang across the scene.
"What the hell is going on in there?!"
Adrian turned to his right and the next thing Elise saw was another guy, who was clearly around his 40's. This one had slightly tanned skin, shaggy black hair like it was a mop, and eyes like a pitbull. He was dressed in a messy brown jacket, a handkerchief that was wrapped around his neck, baggy brown pants and black boots. He had some kind of bolt action rifle strapped on his back.
"Sorry, Matt. I was just feeding her." Adrian said sheepishly.
"I'm not a damn pet." Elise intervened.
The guy named Matt turned to her, trying to freeze her with fear with his eyes, but Elise stood her ground, glaring back at the guy.
"Well, who are you, sweetcheeks?" Matt asked.
"I'm Elise. Elise Jackson." she replied as she started eating. She mentally groaned when she felt that the loaves of bread were really cold.
"'Jackson'?" the old guy asked. Elise mentally gasped. That was clearly not a very good idea on her part.
"Are you like...Percy Jackson's kid?" Matt asked again. Only this time, Elise had a better idea.
"No, why?" she asked, feigning innocence. Deep down, she felt like she was denying that Bran was her brother.
"Well," Matt started. "that name just suddenly clicked in me. I don't know, but I remember that kid being in Meriwether College Prep. I mean, you do look like you're his kid, right? I remember him having that black hair and all that."
"Black is a common hair color." Elise pointed out.
"I didn't ask for your opinion, girlie." Matt snarled back. He clearly did not like how the young woman was showing him up in some way.
"That wasn't an opinion, actually. It was a fact." she said.
"Forget it. Eat up. Tomorrow, we're moving."
"Where?" the raven haired assassin asked.
"Anywhere safe from that sea god and his crazy goons." Matt replied.
"Well, let me out. I can help." Elise requested.
"Forget it." Adrian spoke suddenly.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because last time someone swore to help us, they chose to help a murderer. Conveniently enough, his last name was also 'Jackson'." the blonde snarled at Elise who continued to eat her cold loaves of bread as the two men left, leaving her to sit down on the floor and lean against the cracked concrete wall, thinking,
'Bran, what the hell did you do now?'.
But, for Elise, one thing's for certain: she needed to get the hell out of there, but she had to conserve her energy.
Norway Atlantean base...
A lone Atlantean soldier walked into the base. His blue armor was covered in blood and his face wasn't seen, earning him looks from everyone else. He appeared to be holding a duffel bag. The officer walked through the base until he ran into an officer, who appeared to be really irate at something right now. This officer had his helmet off, showing his tan skin, brown hair, and brown eyes.
"Soldier, what happened to your outfit?" he asked. "And why are you still wearing your helmet?"
"My squad was murdered and I barely survived the attack. Don't worry. The murderer is dead, but I got a burn during the fight. Really sensitive." the bloody soldier replied.
"I see. Right now, we have more business to attend to."
"And what would that be?"
"Project-001 has escaped from her containment in Wales."
"Last known location?"
"She's in England, most likely in Winchester. Head there and stop her."
"Yes, sir."
With a salute, the bloody soldier walked away with his armor still on and the duffel bag still in his hands. Underneath that helmet, his eyes glowed red for a second.
Elise had a plan. She always had a plan, whether it was escape, assassination, espionage, or just survival in general. Sometimes, she expected that the plan would go off the rails, hence forcing her to make up another one.
Luckily for her, the escape plan was pretty simple: wait for someone to visit her and open the cell door, bash their heads against the iron bars, get out, use Eagle Vision to find out where her stuff is being kept, grab her stuff, get out of the prison, hopefully undetected.
And in case the plan wasn't going to work, she may have to kill a few people, which is definitely not part of the original plan. Though, there is another problem: she only ate loaves of bread, very few cold loaves of bread. So, no magic of any kind, be it demigod water powers or Fae fire magic.
"Okay...let's do this." Elise muttered to herself after tossing the empty wooden bowl up and down a few times. Her normally sparkling eyes were still bloodshot like she was going mad and her hair was covered with random dust and other forms of dirt within the prison cell. She chuckled a little as she remembered one time she and Bran had their first mission together that involved assassinating a corrupt leader of a supposed security group. Orginally, the plan was to take out the target from afar, but Bran decided to head in guns blazing, wiping out the entire security group.
His excuse was that taking out one means another would replace the dead.
Anyway, Elise decided to start her plan.
"Hey, can I go to the bathroom?" she called out from near the iron bars of her cell. Her voice echoed across the empty hallway. And so, she waited,
and waited,
and waited,
and waited,
until, finally, she heard footsteps. It wasn't Matt or Adrian. It was another goonish looking man with a green mohawk wearing makeshift armor from wood and rope. He had a pistol in his hands. He grinned at Elise, and the bad news was that he was too far from the bars and he had his eyes on her.
"I'll take you there if you like..." he sneered. "So we can...have fun..."
The young woman paled. This was NOT how she hoped the plan was going. This pervert definitely meant to have "you know what" with her in the bathroom. Elise quickly knew her original plan was a little off the rails...or not. She should've known there were going to be perverts like the green mohawk guy.
Elise faked a seductive smile then strutted across one side of her cell to the other, saying,
"Well, let me out and I'll make it up to you, pretty boy."
Deep down, she was mentally throwing up like the time she and Bran had to enter an arena with all female gladiator fights. Said female gladiators looked like they were picked out of a trashy strip club.
Anyway, the mohawk guy opened the door and Elise suddenly dashed forward, bashing his head against the iron bars once, knocking him out cold. She grabbed his handgun then tossed him in her cell. She quickly locked the cell doors and slowly crept through the dark hallway of empty cells while looking around, finding any guards and security cameras.
To her surprise, the security cameras were all plucked out, but there was very little lighting, so now was the time for Elise to utilize her Eagle Vision.
She saw someone highlighted in gold haul a sack towards the direction of the police chief's office. She found where her gear is being kept...hopefully. Elise continued to creep through the empty jail until she found the police chief's office, but the Adrian guy was in front of the door as a guard, so she hid in the corner. There was light coming from underneath the door.
This was the place alright. All she needed to do was take out Adrian discreetly, but all she had was a gun and her wit.
'This will be easy.' she thought.
Elise lowered the gun and slowly snuck towards Adrian, who had his eyes on the other hallway. She held her breath to minimize the little noise she might make. Right as she got close enough, the raven haired lady quickly locked Adrian in a choke hold, furiously tightening her grip to prevent any noise. Finally, he was unconscious and Elise brought out the gun to keep her guard up once she opens the door.
To her shock (and annoyance), she saw Matt soundly sleeping on the wooden chair with his feet on the chipped desk. To the far right corner of the office was the sack and the bolt action rifle he had earlier.
Elise's head dropped a little at the thought that escape was WAY too easy.
'I guess they thought I was just some harmless woman they saw passed out on the road.' she thought as she slowly crept her way towards the sack, being careful not to hit anything, which was all sorts of easy. Elise slowly crept towards the sack...
until she heard screams coming from the mohawk pervert she knocked out earlier.
"The girl is gone!"
It was at that moment that Elise knew...she had to throw away the old plan of being undetected. Matt fell off the chair in fright, forcing Elise to grab and hold him at gunpoint. Adrian and the mohawk guy quickly burst into the room only to see the raven haired woman hold their leader hostage.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Adrian demanded.
"I want my freedom and you want to keep your lives, so none of you dare make a move!" Elise demanded, pressing the barrel of the handgun against the side of Matt's temple.
"You wouldn't dare!" the mohawk guy yelled.
Elise merely shrugged then slammed the butt of the gun against Matt's neck, knocking him out, before shooting Adrian and the mohawk guy in the legs before they could even react. With all three men disabled, Elise opened the sack and thankfully, she found her gear. As she put on her hidden blade, pivot blade, tomahawk, crossbow, and other essentials, she heard Adrian speak.
"We gave you food and this is how you repay us?!" he snarled at her. Elise just looked at the injured mortal without any emotions.
"You should've let me out when you had the chance." was her only reply before walking out of the building.
When she walked out of the old county jail, all she saw was land, debris, and other effects of war. It was a quiet and chilling night, but Elise promised herself that it wasn't going to stop her from saving her brother and end Poseidon's rule before it even started.