Chapter Three

The rest of the week was tense. It was everyone vs. Demeter. And, slowly but surely, Demeter was becoming an overprotective mother. It was aggravating.

When we would visit Hades, Demeter would just wait in the lobby. Hades either didn't notice or didn't care because his face never really changed. It was as passive as the day we met. Though that face would change into a full out death glare when ever Dr. Atlas was in the room. Po would glare to though it wasn't as frightening as Hades' was. What is up with glares?

When I/we got our answer from Demeter as why she avoided Hades with a passion, she finally burst.

"What is up with ME? What is up with YOU? Have you not listened to a thing I said? He's unstable! Just like the Hades before him and the Hades before him! It runs in his name! It runs in his blood!"

Someone groaned and we all turned and looked at Hades. Who seemed to appear out of thin air. Again. He was leaning against the wall and had one of his glares on his face. Glare number 56 to be exact. His normally emotionless eyes also had something new in them. Something like…betrayal?

"You're just like Coronus. You assume first. Do you really think that I'm unstable just because of my name sake? No, it's not. You should know that." Hades' voice was a whisper but we all heard it. Everyone just looked depressed. Though, Demeter looked like she was slapped. She opened mouth before closing it again. Then she opened it again.

"Stop gaping like a fish." Demeter glared softly before saying,

"I apologize. It was wrong of me to assume. Forgive me, Brother?"

Hades just nodded, grunting and began to limp to the check out desk. I blinked. No way is he ready to check out. Let alone walking around.

"Hey, Hades! What do you think you're doing? You aren't supposed to be out of your bed! What are you thinking going to the check out desk?" I grabbed his arm and tugged him to his room Hades sighed but didn't put up much of a fight. Instead he leaned on me to let his leg be free of pressure.

Once I got Hades' settled in, Dr. Atlas came in. Hades grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. Dr. Atlas smiled in a creepy way. Like a cat who just trapped the canary. He locked the door.

"Remember me, Hades? Your brother did. Though, I'm not surprised that the girls and Zeus didn't. They weren't quite old enough yet. And then your bitch of a mother was able to track you brats down." I froze when I realized that this must have been one of Coronus' friends that would come over and 'baby-sit' them. A hiss escaped me before I realized it. Atlas was shocked for a second which gave Hades the time to lunge at him. Despite his injuries', He deserves some revenge.

I ran to the door and unlocked it. The I screamed at the top of my lungs. And I can scream loud. I mean really LOUD.

"HELP HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" A couple of nurses came running. I turned my attention back to the fight where Hades had his hands on Atlas' neck. I quickly grabbed a pan and hit Atlas over the head. Hades didn't stop.

"Hades? Hades, you can let go." I said, putting a hand on his broad shoulder. He stiffened before releasing Atlas. The group of people who had gathered watched in shock and awe.

After straightening everything out with the nurses, and after Demeter apologized and really meant it, the Olympians minus one, plus one left. Well we tried to leave, anyway. Some idiot had told the press, and then the police came to arrest Atlas, and by the time we were able to leave it wasn't worth it anymore. So we rested on hospital beds in Hades' room.

We laughed about how all Hades had to do was glare and people left him alone. And also about how, when they weren't able to question Hades they bombarded me. I still think that I'm scarred for life. Though, Hades and I did tell them about the incident, it didn't really seem as though it happened once in a life time. For that I was grateful. Then I remembered how Hades fought for sport and how this probably DID happen on a regular basis. But still, I was happy.