This is based on the premise that Octavian is capable of murder and the killer of his two truly horrible parents. He is on trial for it and has to face Rachel, who he might be falling in love with, and his younger brother, who he didn't know existed, as well as own up to the monster he is and figure out how to become anything else.
You ever do something dark?
Something gritty.
Something that you're been building up to for forever and always and was just waiting to come out until now?
Now, for Octavian Steve Alexander was actually last night, and he was still washing blood out of his shirt (tumblr had shown him how, of course tumblr had shown him how). He lived alone in a small apartment a restraining order's distance from Long Island Sound. It had been a long trip here and back, but he'd traveled all night and until the law caught up with him money was no sweat. He was exhausted but wouldn't be such a novice that he got caught with blood on his shirt, pants, and the duffel bag he'd shoved both in before changing into his extra outfit. He hung the items out to dry over his shower rod and approached the couch. He heard the squealing from around the corner, and, despite the dismal yesterday, couldn't help grin, even laugh.
Before he'd stepped even two more feet he was being tackled by a massive white fluff ball.
"Glaceon! Down boy!" He chided happily, the dog had been asleep when he'd gotten home early that morning, then he had slept himself, and then laundry. Now however both were wide awake and happy to see each other. Glaceon barked in reply, dropping off of his master.
"Wanna go for a walk old friend?" Octavian asked the excitable dog. Glaceon nearly tackled him again in an overwhelmingly positive response.
So off they went. Glaceon pulling ahead, Octavian putting up a good fight. The dog chased squirrels and he exchanged gossip with several neighbors.
They were all kind to him, and he was kind back. Civilized, interesting.
Certainly not in the least psychotic. They wouldn't expect it of him. No one here knew off his banishment from the Camps. Only people from Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter would consider him murderous in anyway. And if any of them put two and two together about the Californians murdered and the barely remember eldest son of said victims.
Could you call someone a victim if they got what was coming to them?
No matter.
When he got home he was exhausted and sweaty, and both he and Glaceon needed a bath. Learning from previous mistakes, he gave the dog a bath first. He was twenty times dirtier when he was done with Glaceon then he had been before, and was more than ready for a very long shower. While he washed and sang along to Twenty one Pilots and his personal weakness of One Direction he missed three calls, which he decided to ignore after his shower too. Probably the Library about an overdue book he hadn't finished. But money still wasn't a problem. He'd taken generously from Victoria and Steve Alexander's bank accounts, leaving enough for it not to be too suspicious until the bodies were actually found. And he couldn't say whether or not the security cameras outside the ATM had picked up his face.
He wasn't really running from the law, merely hoping to live his life comfortably for awhile until he got caught. He had no doubt he would get caught, simply hoped it would be prolonged for awhile so he could spend his days of freedom with Glaceon. Maybe go to neighborhood book club, or finish reading the book he was getting fined ten cents a day for.
Maybe break the restraining order and go visit Camp Half Blood. Or leave anonymous roses for that pretty Rachel girl. She'd never go for him, with even less of a chance if he was exposed as murderer. Still, he liked planning out his schedule as the world remained unaware of his crimes. He went outside on the deck, Glaceon following curiously, to water the tomato plants the previous renter had left behind. He'd found it too sad to just let them die or throw them away, so for a couple of months had cared for them as much as he cared for himself and Glaceon. Ceres would be impressed, if he said so himself. The view from his little porch was of the Apartment's playground, and, as it was a busy Saturday, there were dozens of kids out on it messing around.
A few waved, and he smiled and waved back.
It was amazing, the perfect life really, and not even a dream. He had finally embraced the monster he was and no one had any clue. Therapy had declared him normal (of course he'd hidden everything that made him anything but) and here no one recognized him for what he'd been, or saw him as creepy or freakish.
Losing his powers had been the best thing to ever happen to him.
A few of these people were even his friends.
He'd never had friends before. His smile wavered a little when he realized that would all come crashing down.
But it hadn't yet. He still held on.
He went through out the day, ordering pizza, tipping nicely. Visiting the Apartment Complex's pool.
Acting as if everything was normal.
Playing with Glaceon ended his day, and for the night he almost forgot the murders.
But he wasn't the only one the murders affected.
He would learn that soon enough.
For now he rested easy as his parents rested in peace.
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