This is what happens when I watch The Dark Knight and Under the Red Hood at the same night :| And, yes, before you comment, I know Kronos sounds a lot like the Joker(I blame Batman). This is my first multi-chapter story in english :)

The Fall of Fray is a bit RP based but is more of an AU created by my crazy mind. I hope you all enjoy.

And also I wanted to thank Pedro aka 12ofHermes for being my beta. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEDRO :D


When she comes to, the first thing Juliet notices is the strong smell of gasoline. It's hanging in the air around her, a thick cloud that cloud her throat and makes her cough with each inhale. The stench is potent enough that makes her head spin, and though she starts to adjust to it after a minute or so, her headache remains. The second thing she notices is that she's been tied to a chair. Her hands are bound behind the back of it, ankles secured to the chair legs. She twists her wrists experimentally, finding that the knots are unyielding. The ropes are coarse and painful against her bare skin; her boots and gloves are missing, as is the familiar weight of her sword on her belt and the dagger tied to her leg.

Tentatively, Juliet opens one eye, glancing around herself briefly. From what she can tell, she's in some sort of warehouse, surrounded by what appear to be oil barrels. It's dark, save for a few emergency lights hanging high above her. There's no exit in sight. Letting her eye fall shut again, she listens intently. Faintly, she can hear the monotonous blare of a passing freight barge.

A warehouse near one if the rivers, then. She can't be sure if it's East or Hudson, but judging from the neglected state of this building, she assumes it's the former. The fact that she clearly hasn't been brought here for virtuous reasons only helps validate that conclusion.

She was no way of knowing how long she's been unconscious. The last thing she remembers is following on the tip-off about the enemies whereabouts, tracking them to the joint of the old part of the city. The pursuit through the derelict alleys, chasing the hooded figure through dirty, winding paths filled with trash and vagrants. Cornering one of the traitors - grabbing the boy by the shoulders and turning and it isn't the boy she was looking for at all but she's seen this guy before, she knows that face, that grin, that scar -

(So sorry, dear, were you expecting someone else?)

His scar twitches when his lips form a terrible grin. The blinding pain of the crowbar smashing her across the face. Nightmarish and ancient laughter as the world starts to fade around her.

Everything after that is black.

Try as she might, she can't figure out what time is it, whether hours or days have passed. The windows are covered with suck thick layer of grime that she can't tell whether it's day or night. She wonders if enough time passed that the camp will have noticed she's missing; and if they haven't, Percy and Nico will have by now. At least, she hopes so. She hadn't told anyone where she was going, if only she didn't want them to interfere - or worse, try to stop her.
She needs to escape, and quickly. Now that she's realized who her captor is, it's difficult to keep the panic at bay. Fear is beginning to course through her, paralyzingly and incessant, and it's all she can do to keep her breathing relaxed to keep up the appearance of unconsciousness. She knows what this man, she didn't knew if it was possible to call him a man, but she did it anyway, it's capable of; she has seen his 'crimes', heard the others tell the horrors he'd witnessed, the hundreds she'd seen die by that "man's" hand - people she'd been close with, people she'd loved.

People she hadn't been able to save.

Against her better judgment, Juliet risks opening her eyes again. There has to be an exit somewhere. As long as she can locate one and plan her path, she's sure she'll make it. The ropes won't be a problem, she's know those escape techniques for a long time, they gave classes about escapism at camp. It's just a matter of doing this before-

"Well, well, what do we have here? The foolish girl, back in a cage."

The ancient voice is singsong and chilling, sending a shiver up her spine. Her head snaps up before she can't help it, and she lets out a low groan as black spots erupt across her vision. The crowbar must have done more damage then she first thought

"So you're the infamous sister I've hearing so much about." the voice is closer now, barely a few feet in front of her. Her vision clears after another moment, and she's able to make them look like the gaping black holes of a skull - but she can feels the "man's" gaze on her.

"It's a shame Jackson isn't here to introduce us. Quite rude of him, if you ask me." the "man" continues. "Did you know I had to kiddnap someone to just meet his affection? Her name was... What was her name? Jannet? Julie?"

"Julia." Juliet spits out before she can help it, it's because while she'd never met the girl, she sees the pain in Percy's eyes on the rare occasions she's mentioned. It's stark and haunting pain, the kind that will never fade, the fact that this madman can't even remember the girls name infuriates her. "Her name was Julia."

"Oh, that's right. Julia, she had a lot of fight in her, that girl." a shrill laugh follows, and then the man steps further in the light. The memories flash on Juliet's mind, she had never truly faced that man until now. She fought against his armies, against even the soul that was now lost as the Titan lived on that body. Luke Castellan was no longer there, no sly grin, no warm smile. His bright blue eyes exchanged with the bright gold. On his second come back on the 21st century, he made it back more crazy. More psychotic.

"Well, let's not dwell on the past!" the 'man' exclaims, bending down so that his eye-level with the girl, palms braced on her knees. From this close, Juliet can see on the details of the scar that runs down his left eye. The 'man' laughs at this before sticking out a hand. "I'm Kronos, titan of time, ruler of the other Titans, father of the Big Three and blah... And believe me when I have to say that it's a pleasure to meet you, dear grandchild."

Juliet doesn't hesitate before spitting in the outstretched hand. She tenses, prepared for Kronos to hit her in retaliation, but instead the man simply looks at the spittle on his fingers and grins, and in some ways that hurts more then any physical blow could. Those golden eyes flicker back up to hers, and the grin stretches.

"You're a little feisty thing yourself aren't you?" Kronos says quietly, and his voice is brimming with anticipation. His smiles grows more. "I like that."

Juliet's blood runs cold.

Kronos steps back swiftly, making his way to the other chair that's standing off to the side. He shucks off his jacket, draping it over the back of the chair. As he rolls back the sleeves of his shirt, he addresses Juliet again, fussing busily with his cuff links. "Now that the introductions are over, we can't waste any time getting it started! Knowing Jackson won't be far away, and we don't want him do interrupting this, do we?"

"He's not the only one who'll be looking for me." Juliet says. She knows it's pointless, that threats won't deter this man in the slightest, but she has to try. "The others are coming, too, and they-,"

"I wouldn't worry about them." Kronos laugh still creeps her out. "They're going to be a bit busy."

A shout of rage leaves Juliet, but before she can say anything, Kronos waves his free hand dismissively. "No need to fret, darling, I haven't done anything to them. I'm just planing to send them a message." another creepy grins is forms in his lips.

"What do you want?" Juliet demands.

Kronos reaches out, patting her cheek sympathetically. Juliet grits her teeth, resisting the urge to turn her head and bite his fingers. "This isn't about you, Fray. This is between me and Jackson. You, dear, got caught in the crossfire."

The hand slips away, the cold metal of the crowbar replacing it, as if Kronos's lining up his shot. Juliet swallows and meets that golden gaze. "He won't fall for it."

A soft chuckle escapes Kronos at first. The crowbar is removed from her cheek again, and for a second Juliet thinks it's because Kronos is drawing back to swing. But then again that familiar face reappears in her line of vision, and as their gazes lock, Juliet can't breath.

The crazed glint has vanished from the titan's eyes. In it's place is a cold, calculating look - the look of a men who's in control, a man who knows exactly what's he's doing. This is no rabid dog; this is a mad, angry dog that knows who to bite and how to bite. And in many ways, that's more dangerous by far.

"But see, that's where you are wrong" Kronos says, and his voice is just as composed. He reaches out, gripping Juliet by the chin. "Jackson will fall for it. And do you want to know why he'll fall for it?"

Kronos moves to the side, and it's then that Juliet noticed the blinking red light coming from the shadows directly in front of her. She knows what is it instantly, and her stomach sinks.

A video camera.

"He won't be able to resist after seeing your performance." Kronos exclaims, letting go of Juliet's chin roughly. He moves to stand behind the chair, his hands coming to rest on the girl's shoulders with the crowbar braced between them. The metal digs into Juliet's throat, just enough to make it difficult to breath but not enough to suffocate her entirely.

"Now, without further adieu, let's get this started." Kronos says. His voice filled with a triumphant glee and it's all Juliet needs to know that she isn't going to escape alive.

Then, Kronos addresses the camera.

"Good evening, Camp Half-Blood."