Hey Guys! This is a pretty short chapter but number three will be on the way soon...
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Chapter 2: Four Years Later…
Derek POV
It had been the most brutal few months of his life, but he survived. Now, he had a different name. One that everyone knew him as, even demigods. Orion The Hunter was to be feared and for good reason. He couldn't miss a shot.
Climbing on top of the brick building, he drew his compound bow. A combination of the modern and ancient world was all that he needed. It was the perfect combination. Vials of Greek fire were belted around his waist. A quiver of silver arrows were around his back covered with tips of metal, silver and Celestial Bronze.
Doing a quick check of his surroundings, Derek pulled a silver arrow and set it on his bow. The street below him was completely empty, which was a good thing. Derek didn't trust the Mist. He was never sure if it would work correctly.
Scanning the ground, Derek saw his target, a lone werewolf running at full speed. Derek's last experience with them had not been well. His shoulders and arms were still stiff and sore from where their claws had penetrated. It was good that there was only one this time.
Aiming down he sights, he held his breath. Even though he couldn't miss, he still liked to be as accurate as possible. One… Two… Three…
Werewolf's POV
Keep running, thought the man. Gaea had fallen and the werewolves had been on the run ever since. He had to escape. Many of his kin were already gone. The Huntress would not relent. She and her maids would keep coming as long as werewolves were alive.
And there was other news as well, rumors that made him shiver. The Hunter was back and someone was paying him to hunt werewolves. A few days earlier, there had been new of him attacking a pack. Thankfully, they had fended him off, but not without devastating loses.
Just keep moving, he told himself. Just keep–. All thoughts left him as he felt a sting under right front leg. Something was embedded inside, a silver arrow.
The world became a blur around him as he tried to move. Stumbling, he landed face first into the street. The pain had subsided, but he knew it was the end. He could no longer feel anything. Looking up for the last time, he saw a black figure on the rooftop. Orion.
Derek POV
The werewolf staggered for a bit, but fell to the ground and melted like a shadow. It was clean kill. Derek congratulated himself. That would be a total of one hundred werewolf kills. The job was over. His bow morphed around in his hand, until it became a golden ring.
Pulling out a new cell phone, Derek punched in the number. A brief second passed by then a voice called, "Hello?"
"Job's over," Derek said. "One hundred werewolf have made a one way trip to Tartarus. Now, I need a ride back.
"On it," replied a female voice. "We'll pick you up in five." Derek didn't even bother to say anything else, but threw the phone away. The monsters would soon be coming, following his scent. And Derek didn't feel like fighting any more than he had too.
Dropping to his knees, Derek rolled is shoulders, trying to loosen them up. They had been sliced pretty badly, and even though he had done his best, he figured that she would still want to have a look at them.
How did she know where I was? Thought Derek for second. Then he remembered, the tracking device. She had stuck to him when he had headed out. It was all for back up, in case of an emergency – or at least – that's what she told him. But he had suspicion that she no longer trusted him. Maybe he needed to disappear for a bit, it helped him keep his mind in the right place.
Just then, a huge van drove and stopped in front of him. In the front seat was a middle-aged man who stared blankly at the road ahead of him. The deal with the Hecate boy had worked then, thought Derek.
Climbing into the van, he rolled aside a curtain, which doubled as the back of the van. Inside was a small table and chair. Shelves around the walls were loaded with all sorts of bottles and needles. A small screen was on the right, and drawers were beneath it. At the end of the van was a miniature fridge. Sitting on the table was a seventeen-year-old girl. Her long auburn hair was tied in ponytail and her stormy gray eyes were fixed upon a sleek apple laptop. She wore a white lab-coat and blue skinny-jeans.
"You'd think that thing would get boring after awhile," Derek groaned. The girl looked up from her laptop. Adjusting the rims of her glasses she smirked, "Orion, I doubt you would even know how to turn this thing on."
"I can do more than that Leah," Derek said smiling. "I can send a email."
"Haha," Leah said sarcastically closing the laptop. "Well, somebody's got to collect all the payments. Now sit down and we'll see what damage you've done to yourself this time."
"I did have ambrosia," Derek mentioned. "It's not like I have open wounds or anything."
"Just lie down," Leah commanded. Derek did as he was told. Even though he would never admit it, he did appreciate her taking care of him. Taking off his shirt, he laid on his stomach. It had been awkward the first few times, but now it just seemed like routine.
He felt her trace her finger over the new scabs on his shoulders and arms. "I assume he has already paid for the kills," Derek said. Leah didn't answer him.
"Orion," she said sternly. "How much ambrosia did you actually bring?"
"Apparently not enough," he joked. She didn't take it so well.
"I'm packing your ambrosia and nectar next time," she said sharply.
"I hardly use it anyways," Derek muttered.
"And that's why you have all these," said Leah motioning to his multiple scars. Derek saw her point, though he would never admit it. Leah was pretty smart, being an Athena girl and all.
"Take these," Leah said handing him some ambrosia squares. "Not to fast, remember."
"I know," grumbled Derek. She sounded like his mom, which wasn't a good thing. The squares tasted like apples, like the ones he would eat at his grandparent's house
"Your scabs are fading," Leah examined. "Which is good, you'll need to be ready very soon." Derek chuckled a bit.
"Why? Do I have a new mission already?"
"Actually, you do," Leah said. "And he's willing to pay ten thousand dollars and five thousand drachmas." Derek sat bolt upright.
"Ten thousand dollars and five thousand drachmas…" he thought aloud. Leah nodded. "That's…"
"Enough to upgrade everything: your weapons, this truck, my computer. We would have enough to lay low for like a year or two." Derek knew that if he wanted to have a partially normal life, he would need to get this job done.
"What is it?" he asked. "What do I need to break into? What would I need to steal?" Leah laughed, which was a little strange.
"That's what's funny," she said. "You don't have to do anything like that. It's actually really simple."
"What is it?" repeated Derek. "I'll do it, whatever it is."
"Just one kill," Leah said. "A demigod named Percy Jackson."
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- Ruddin
