Chapter 2

I WEILD THE ULTIMATE SWORD OF DEATH

"Details are in your text-books. You are to study it when we get back. After a week, we'll have a 21 question test booklet. Now, we are continuing the lesson."

As Mr Harper droned on about another one of Perseus's demigod adventures, another teacher, Mr Biltcliffe sneaked up behind me.

"Ms Chase." He said. "Could you come with me, please?"

"Yes, sir." I agreed reluctantly. "Have I done anything wrong?" I asked as I followed him into one of the side rooms full of glass cases topped off with ancient pottery. He didn't seem to hear me because he kept walking into the room.

"I believe Mr Privett would like to speak to you." He said as he walked back out the door. Sam was in with the rest of the kids, listening to Mr Harper drone on... wasn't he?

"Hello, Elizabeth Chase." A familiar voice purred from a completely shaded unlit part of the room. Apparently he wasn't with the rest of the kids.

"What is it, Sam?" I asked abruptly.

"My want for your death."

Now, I was full blown scared. "Um... what?"

"Do you think you could hide from us? The child of the god most hated by our father?" two voices said simultaneously. One was Sam, but now stronger and older, the other was similar, but in the same tone as Sam's voice.

"Who are you?" I asked, backing up slowly.

Sam just laughed. "All right.

"I am fear," Sam started.

"I am terror," the other voice continued.

"I am in your face,"

"I am in your mind,"

"I am Deimos,"

"I am Phobos,"

"sons of Ares." 'Deimos' finished off. Deimos and Phobos stepped out of the unlit part of the room. One looked like Sam, but now stronger and and more muscular. The other also resembled Sam, but he was also stronger and more muscular. They both had a faint blood-red aura around themselves, and they looked older, with permanent scowls on their faces.

I backed up into a glass case and jumped. That seemed to amuse the Ares brothers.

get exhibit no.3 in the glass case to your right. There will be a bronze sword that you will use for these two. It will relocate when it has mortally injured both.

I decided to follow the voice, since it sounded so sure of itself. Like it knew I would take exhibit no.3 to kill the Ares brothers... if they could be killed. They were slowly walking up to me.

I looked right and scanned the numbers – number 5, number 8, number 2 –, number 3 was right in the middle. It was a bronze sword. A trident engraved in the blade glowed a deep colour of sea-green. It had a golden string running down from the hilt. And owl glowed a bright colour of grey on the metal bit under the hilt. It had some Greek writing on the hilt. The letters swirled around. At first I thought my dyslexia was acting up, then I realized it was moving to create a word. "Tidescour". I picked Tidescour out of the case and turned to see that the Ares brothers had been moving in slow motion. They turned normal. I walked towards them, then stopped. My damned ADHD acted up when Deimos tried to stab at me with quite a menacing war-hatchet. Luckily, the sword was perfectly balanced for me.

Point the blade at them and press the owl with your fifth finger.

I rolled backwards and pointed Tidescour at them. Then, I reluctantly pressed the owl on the circular metal bit below the hilt. The trident on the hilt began to glow with sea-green energy, then the blade glowed through circuits, and then all the energy was released, zapping Deimos in a green laser. He was sent flying across the room, slamming into a glass case and toppling a shelf of rusty, blunt, and probably very painful, shaving knives from Ancient Greece. I could tell because a muffled scream sounded out. He must have teleported somewhere else afterwards, because a blood-red glow shone out of the gaps then the pile toppled completely. Phobos looked completely outraged.

"My brother! You will pay for unleashing the power of Tidescour!" he warned then he fixed me with glare that was so terrifying, I began to see my greatest fear.

Everybody I knew – Serena, Mom, hell, even that stalker guy from the Hoover Dam accident – was lying on the floor, dead. Phobos

I broke out of my greatest fear. Phobos feigned disappointment.

"Awww! It was so fun in there!"

I clenched my fist and my mind filled with anger. How could this man enjoy killing people slowly? I realized that matter was swirling around me when I opened my eyes. Phobos seemed uneasy, then attempted to steel his face. He failed. I felt a tug in my gut and all the matter that was swirling, frozen in time, flew at him. He disappeared in a blood-red glow as he began to be ripped apart by time. The temporal tornado swirled out of existence and I was left standing there, the room completely ravaged. After a little while I noticed I wasn't holding Tidescour and Serena was standing by the door, mildly surprised and a little shocked but also looked as if I had done something she expected.

"Come on. We've got to go." She said.

"Where?" I asked.

A pause "To get you safe."

(~ooOOoo~)

"We need to get to your mom." Serena said. She whistled a good New York taxi whistle and a yellow cab came up. "In." She commanded.

"Why?" I asked defiantly.

"Because I say so." She said, putting on her best 'I'm-a-mad-parent' voice. I didn't argue even though her I'm-a-mad-parent voice was terrible. She gave the driver directions to my home.

"Serena, what's going on?" I finally mustered the courage to ask.

She looked at me sadly as if she were already picking out the flowers I'd like on my coffin – even though nothing was going to happen to me, as far as I was concerned.

When we got to my house – a small apartment with a view over Montauk beach – Serena climbed up the stairs like a monkey and I had to scramble to keep up. She knocked on my door and a few moments later, my mom opened the door.

By the way, here's a guide on my mom. Her name's Annabeth Chase. Her mother died in childbirth and she stayed with her father who eventually remarried to her step-mother, who basically hated my mom. Her father and her step-mother had twins – her half-brothers – and she ran away when she was seven. Then she was taken in at a private school. When she was eleven (she was really smart at her age), she met my dad, who only had his mother and his abusive step-father. His mother kicked his step-father out after that year, though. My dad and my mom knew each other for 5 years before they finally got together. A year after graduation (I don't know what age people are when the graduate. Sorry if the age is wrong!), when they were 20, they did it and my mom got pregnant with me. My dad had to go and he still visited a year after I was born, but on one of his jobs, he died. Whenever I asked my mom what his 'job' was, she got all misty-eyed, so I eventually learned not to ask.

Anyway, my mom opened the door.

"Serena, Lizzie." She said, surprised. "Aren't you two supposed to be at school?" she asked, suspicious.

"Annabeth," Serena started. "DEFCON 1."

My mom's eyes widened in understanding. "We have to go, Lizzie."

"Where?" I asked, not sure if this was something to do with world war 3 or something.

"To a camp, where you'll be safe."

"What camp?"

"We'll explain when we're there. Annabeth, do you still have that old Cadillac?" Serena

"Of course. The thing is like a tank."

"Good, we might be tailed by something."

"Nothing followed us."

"Something will. Let's go!"

I'm basing some of the names – Serena, Lizzie – off people I know at school. And I know I just gave out a clue to the competition thingy in the chapter (actually, I gave out a lot of clues), but still, you need to bear with me.

Also, there is still a prize for reviewing and guessing correctly who exactly Perseus is. Don't worry, the prize will go out to everyone who guesses correctly. Not an individual. The competition ends 30th of March, the third chapter.

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(written 27/03/12, 10:06)