Last Heroes of Earth Ch. 3: Persia's First Strike

Well, I see that I only have, like, 91 readers and almost 150 views but no reviews, I'm starting to think that ya'll don't like my writing. So here's my proposition; if you tell me what you want in the story via review, I'll read those reviews and I'll make it to your liking. Otherwise, I'll just write the story to my liking. Either which way, I need reviews from you guys. I'm not going to start review limits. I'm only going to keep writing if I have viewers.

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Location: Dallas, TX. Time: 1000 hours Central time. Day: September 2, 2011.

(Jamie Wayne)

"How did you get here, anyways," I asked.

"Um, he's a little tired right now," Annabeth replied.

"He? You rode a young man all the way here?"

"No, but he can Shadow Travel."

That stumped me. "Huh?"

"That basically means he can teleport anywhere, but can only do it once without wearing himself out. He's a son of Hades," Annabeth explained.

"I can teleport randomly, fly for about five hours, and punch the Minotaur so hard that it has a concussion blast radius of about three quarters of a mile. Can he do any of that," I questioned.

"Let's just go, guys. I'm hungry," said a pale, black haired boy.

"Nico's right, we'd better leave before something bad happens." Annabeth can sometimes be a pain. Little did I know that she was, indeed, right about one thing; something bad was bound to happen soon.

Location: Dallas, TX, outside the airport. Time: Unchanged. Date: Unchanged.

(Tyrannosaurus Imperator)

"So, we have the target locked," Tyrannosaurus asked.

"Yes, sir," said a soldier.

"We have the weapons engaged?"

"Yes, sir."

"We have the Persian Catapults ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"The WHAT," another soldier asked.

"Oh, you'll see," Tyrannosaurus calmly explained. "In the meantime, arm the Catapults. I want no survivors from this American airfield. I'll tell you when to fire."

"Yes, sir," shouted twenty of the nearby soldiers.

Tyrannosaurus walked over to the main viewing screen, as they were not in the United States. Now, they would see the full strength of the newly formed Persian Empire. Now is the time to rebuild the greatest empire in the entire world, which was wrongly defeated by the Greeks. Now is the time for our forefathers to be recognized as the greatest in history.

Just then, his personal phone started ringing. When he checked the caller ID, it was Firestorm.

"Yes, father," he answered, already knowing what he was going to say.

"Now is the time. Fire on those Greeks in the name of the Persians. Now is the time."

"Yes, father." I ended the call and yelled the command.

"Now is the time. FIRE IN THE NAME OF THE PERSIANS!"

The catapults that were loaded released the pressure behind them, forcing the explosive ammunition away from the catapults and towards our targets. All was going as planned…

(Jamie Wayne)

Just then, I heard a faint BOOM, and not a second later, a small CRACK, so it was like a BOOM-CRACK.

"Did you guys just hear that," I asked. Silence.

"I didn't hear anything," said Percy. He can be such an obvious dumbass sometimes.

"SHHHHH," I screamed. Oh, we heard something, alright. It sounded like a small airliner, but it was closer to a cannonball flying through the air.

"HIT THE DECK," I warned. I was a little too late, as the wall closest to me exploded, sending me to the wall opposite the explosion. And that moment was proof that you can, indeed, surprise a telepathic demigod. I slammed into the wall face first upside-down. And I know what you're thinking, 'ouch, that had to hurt', and oh, yeah, it hurt like hell squared.

I peeled off of the wall feet first. I sighed. This is the second time this week that something like this has happened.

As soon as I stood up, I saw what had hit us. Catapults, probably Persian style, and the ammunition looked like C-4.

"Oh, holy hell, no. Not happening. This is not happening. I'm having a nightmare. They're probably Al Qaida members. No, because they've got catapults. They're PERSIANS, FOR PETE'S SAKE," I rambled on.

"Whoa, mustang. Calm down," said a calming voice.

I was about to argue with them, and when I looked up, I froze. My jaw dropped, arms fell, eye twitched, and then I fell on my face again. Damnit.

"Surprised," questioned the voice.

BOOM-CRACK. I looked up to see two fiery mounds of C-4 flying straight at me.

"Oh, by Primus, GET DOWN," I screamed, covering my head and waiting for the bang that would end my life. But it never came, because when I looked up, the two mounds were levitating.

"Whoa, how did you do that," the voice asked.

"Long explanation, an' we don't have time for them, Silver-glow," I said, partially flirting with her, partially being dead flat honest.

She looked at me, seemingly curious. "Are you Jamie Quincy Wayne," she asked.

I tossed the C-4 back to the catapults. "Oh, hell, yeah," I bragged, not meaning to brag. "If you can shoot a gun faster than I can, then you've got to be John Wayne."

"Then I have a gift from your true father," she said, apparently not amused. Then she pulled out a twist pen. "This is not what you think it is. It is a powerful weapon, very accurate, and can cause a ton of damage. If you twist the cap left, it'll be a sword. If the other way, a pistol."

I just stood there, confused. Then I started a little glare. "Oh, really," I challenged. "If this is from my father, then who is my true father?"

She stepped back, a little shocked from my remark. "I can see into your spirit. My mother is Psyche, goddess of the spirit, so don't ask why. But for some reason, I can't tell who your true father is. Instead, I only see a dark pain inside of you."

I whistled. Wow, she was GOOD. I took the pen from her offering hand. "Thanks for the info, but who are you, anyways," I asked, hoping she would tell me.

"I'm not telling you my name. All I'm telling you now is that I'm one of the Hunters of Artemis, and if you even think that you like me, I will hammer your head into the ground. Understood? Good, I'm glad," she snapped, marching off on her lonesome. And, that is why I hate girls who like going about on their own.

I looked to the pen that was in my hand. If you twist the cap left, it'll be a sword. If the other way, a pistol. Okay, let's test, I told myself, twisting the cap right. Just like she said, it transformed into a pistol, Colt Revolver, which model I can't tell. That was cool.

"Whoa, now that is cool," Percy said behind me.

"Exactly my thoughts, Perseus," I said, him recoiling at the name. "Sorry, I forgot you don't like that name. Now let's go kick some maniac butt."

BOOM. And another wall falls.

"This is my homelands, dumbasses! You want my homelands, try and kick my ass, hooligans," I yelled, knowing of a little war tactic. Piss the enemy off, they pull out explosives, easy win if you've got a gun.

"DUDE, WHAT THE HADES ARE YOU THINKING," Nico yelled in my face.

"I'm using an old war tactic, dumbass," I yelled in his face. "Don't make me cripple you, dude. I know what I'm doing."

Sure enough, when I turned to face the catapults, they had more C-4. Perfect, as I suspected and expected.

I pulled the hammer of the pistol to the side, and it became a double barreled shotgun. "Cool," I said to myself. "All the better."

I lined the sights up to the biggest pile of C-4 they had. "Gotcha now, no-brainers," I mumbled as I pulled the trigger. BOOM. And the shockwave hammered into me like I was a nail in wood and it was, well, a hammer. Not another face plant.

After the smoke cleared, I saw that there was nothing left of the catapults except for one pile of flaming embers.

"Good gods, something tells me that wasn't C-4," Annabeth muttered, obviously worried.

"She's right, that wasn't C-4. That was Olympium. One kilogram of that stuff and you'll get the force of ten tons of TNT. They used both. Mostly C-4, but they used Olympium, too. We've got to get to Camp Half-Blood NOW. If there's anything left of it. I've got the money to get us to Lubbock, TX. We'll fly from there. You'll lead the way from the airport in New York. It isn't a big plan, but it's a plan. Hurry, guys. Time's a-wasting."

Thank you, viewers, for viewing. PLEASE REVIEW! I can't read your minds, you know. I am accepting OC characters. And read THE BEAR AND THE EAGLE by MicDunD. His story inspired mine. If you're reading this, buddy, review, please. I really want your opinion on this.

GOING OVER PAST EVENTS; THE PERSIANS HAVE ATTACKED FORT WORTH, TEXAS, WITH A WEAPON THAT CAN KILL THE GODS OF OLYMPUS! WHERE WILL THE PERSIANS STRIKE NEXT? JAMIE NOW HAS A POWERFUL WEAPON GIVEN BY HIS TRUE FATHER, WAYNE. WHAT OTHER SECRETS DOES HIS WEAPON CONCEAL? DOES JAMIE HAVE FEELINGS FOR A HUNTRESS? HOW WILL THE CAMPERS TREAT JAMIE? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!

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