Books » Percy Jackson and the Olympians » Hunt Brother Author: aeg1s54545 1. Prologue: Everyday Life No More 2. The Goddess of the Moon 3. Hunted 4. Power 5. Changes 6. Welcome to the Hunt 7. Sibling Rivalry 8. Mother-Son Bonding (Sort of) 9. Pre-hunt Jitters 10. Patrol Mishaps 11. Cold Steel 12. Update! 13. Personal Leave Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Reviews: 67 - Published: 09-24-14 - Updated: 02-09-17 id:10712714

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Prologue - Everyday Life No More

A rabbit hopped across the woods, it's snow colored fur blending in with it's surroundings. It stopped and sniffed the air as if sensing what would happen next. The sound of an arrow being notched and then the sound of whistling pierced the empty woods, the rabbit facing the direction. A steel arrow pierced it's eye and blood began to cover the snow, it's ragged breathing stopping altogether as two pairs of boots crunched the snow under them.

"Nice shot Michael!" A blonde haired woman cheered as she eyed the accuracy of the shot. Right in the eye? How does he do that? Her pinkish-red eyes watched the teenager behind her dismounted from his horse, waited for a few seconds for him to stop poking things with a stick, and walk over to reclaim his arrow. "You could act like you haven't done this before, you know."

"That's true, Angie." Michael said with a poorly imitated Irish accent while he wiped the snow from his spiky red hair and scratched at his reddish-brown eyes. He pulled the arrow from the rabbit and yawned as he lifted the rabbit and thrust it at her. "But I just love it when you tell yourself that you could do better than me."

Angie pouted and mounted her horse, defeat in her eyes. The two began the long trek back to their cabin, two rabbits and a squirrel on Angie's shoulder. Michael sat on his horse cleaning his Kingfisher recurve bow and checking his supply of arrows, boasting twelve rabbits and four squirrels that he had hanging on the side of his horse. Michael looked at his sister's measly prize of the hunt and chuckled to himself.

"I can't believe all you caught was a squirrel and two rabbits!" He exclaimed as they neared their cabin. He resisted the need to make fun of her more as they dismounted their horses and walked up the cabin's steps. "We would be eating like kings if you didn't scare off those deer."

"You shouldn't have missed that Buck!" Angie shouted from inside the wooden cabin. Michael growled and returned her shout with "It was a Doe!" before trudging inside.

He shut the door to his room and collapsed on his bed, the feathered mattress bending with his shape. "That shot was bullshit and you know it..." he grumbled to himself as if he was still having the conversation with his sister. "I never miss!"

He closed his eyes and tried to resist the sleep that he needed. He closed his eyes for five seconds, just to rest his eyes for a few seconds. He opened his eyes and looked at his ancient piece of trash of a Rolex and rubbed the dark circles lying underneath his eyes.

"Close your eyes for a few seconds, wake up three hours later..." He sighed, working his way through his return to the world of the living. "Makes sense."

The hunter sprawled out across his bed and shut the lamp that sat on his nightstand off to give peace to his aching eyes.

"Angelina!" Michael shouted, purposely using her full name to get her attention. "How's the food?"

"We're almost done!" She replied.

Literally five seconds later, he heard her drop a plate and hoped that she didn't just screw up again.

"Oh no!" Angie shouted, the smoke of the fire starting to smell delicious.

'She didn't!' Michael thought as his stomach growled, the smoke growing more heavenly. 'I swear to God, if she burned the food again...'

"Michael!"

She didn't!

"Michael!" Angie shouted again, her voice filled with a tone he didn't feel like making out.

Maybe it was dinner time?

"Michael James Edwards! I burned all the food!"

Fuck!

"Can't we just eat cereal!" He shouted back. He knew the answer already.

"No!" Angie replied, "You ate it all!"

Of course he did...

Michael grumbled and grabbed his coat off his chair and trudged out of the house with the occasional mumbling of "I hate this shit!" or "I'm cooking next time!" before he actually mounted his horse and rode into the woods.

'Remember what you taught yourself.' Michael thought as he pulled the string on his bow, the notched arrow at his shoulder and his eyes on a large buck. The bow shook as the arrow was released from its tension and the Buck let out a cry of surprise as the silver tip of the arrow hit an artery.

The Buck collapsed instantaneously after a few seconds of struggle. Michael stood up to move but stopped as the sound of heavy footsteps crunched in the snow, a big, black, Mastiff-like dog creeping low to the ground and several others joining it a few seconds later. They began to devour his prize Buck, ripping and tearing the deceased animal apart in a matter of seconds.

Michael backed up, not in terror but in aggravation. "Son of a bitch!" He shouted and all 9 of the Hellhounds snapped their heads towards him, their hunger aimed at him.

"Oh shit..." He blanched.

Michael ran towards his horse and jumped on, kicking the sides of the horse so it would go faster, the Hellhounds getting closer.

"Why aren't you moving, Stupid?!" He shouted as he adjusted his position.

The white and brown horse, named Stupid, galloped forward as Michael faced it's tail, the Hellhounds barking and growling as they chased down the hunter. He notched three arrows and fired, each one making it's mark in the middle of the Hounds head.

"Holy shit! I actually pulled that off!" Michael shouted as he pumped his fist into the air, his horse speeding up and the Hellhounds falling behind. Michael notched another arrow and sent it flying into the throat of another Hellhound far behind the pack.

"Fetch that, Fido." Michael said as he watched it tumble, the arrow snapping as it fell underneath the weight of the Hound.

The Hounds seemed to speed up somehow, getting faster and faster, shadows and fire tailing behind them.

"Oh, bullshit!" Michael cursed. "That's fucking cheating!"

The horse buckled underneath the weight of it's legs as a Hellhound snapped it's jaws shut on it's leg and Michael flew from it's back, hitting a few shrubs, dead tree branches, a dried shrub, and smashed into a tree.

His vision blurred, pain registering while all he could do is enjoy the wonderful snow of Maine and listen to Stupid cry as the monsters no doubt ripped him apart. He managed to pull himself to a kneeling position, wiping his right hand across his forehead to wipe the blood streaming from a gash near his hairline.

"What a rush." He jokingly slurred as he stood up, his head pounding and his heart racing.

A long howl sounded through the darkness and the sound of incoming footfalls reached his ear since the other one rang. He reached for another arrow but his quiver was empty, the rest of his arrows probably spilling out after his spectacular pin-ball match with nature.

"Just great." He slung his bow over his shoulder and grabbed a skinning knife he used on long hunts. 'I'm going to get eaten by those dogs aren't I?'

18 Hellhounds jumped out from the shadows and surrounded him, snarling and baring their teeth.

"Yep. I'm totally going to be eaten."

The first Hellhound jumped and Michael's knife met the beast's eye, but didn't even slow it; just pissed it off even more. wo more jumped and they met Michael's boot and the other received a knife to the stomach. This time, 8 jumped and the wounded ones got back up as Michael got knocked down to the ground by the Alpha. Teeth dug into his foot, some snapped on his thigh but at least eight teeth-filled mouths snapped onto his arms and torso. His screams of pain were barely heard, his lungs burning as he was torn into. The Alpha stood up above him and was about to snap it's jaws shut on his throat until a silver arrow caught it in the eye, the Hellhound bursting into a yellow dust.

More of the dogs burst as silver arrows pierced their eyes or their throats. Michael backed away from the Pack and limped towards an arrow. He collapsed down, his mauled knees crying out in pain as he lifted the arrow, his broken and bloody fingers forming a grip around the silver. He moved his bleeding body, his swollen eye focusing as he drew the bow and struck a jumping Hellhound in the throat, the arrow point out of the back of it's head, the monster bursting into a fine, sulfur-like dust. He spat blood and leaned against a tree, his eyes barely able to open but he swore before he lost consciousness, he could see women dressed in silver looking down at him.

Artemis, the Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt, looked down in disdain for the young man who was in front of her, wounds covering his body. It was impossible for the Maiden Goddess to feel anything but hatred for a male.

He was an ordinary mortal; his terrible fighting proved that. Yet, he must be able to see through the Mist if he was able to kill a few Hellhound and must have possessed extreme accuracy to kill them with the means he did.

She knelt down next to him, her presence causing him to react, even as he was unconcious. Her Hunters looked down at him in disgust since they swore to remain maidens forever. Her lieutenant, Zoë Nightshade, stood next to her.

"What shall we do, Lady Artemis?" She asked, a hint of disgust in her voice.

Artemis lifted him up and carried him to her horse. "We shall bring him to our camp and tend to his wounds. When he wakes, we will interrogate him for information on our quarry."

Her Hunters began to protest but she silenced them with a raise of her hand and mounted her horse, the boy bleeding on her as he fell forward into her back. She felt agitated, thinking he managed to regain conciousness enough to leak blood onto her clothes.

She found out really quick he wasn't because he mumbled in his sleep, his head buried in her back as her horse galloped quickly toward their camp, the boy mumbling in his sleep even more.