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Drishti Choudhury- Oh, what age did I say he was? I know he's twelve or thirteen, did I make a mistake? And thank you, I love developing OCs.
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Hero tore through the bushes blindly. She was going to kill Percy Jackson, an act that would get her a one way ticket to Tartarus. But she was going to do it. No backing down now. It took her a while to find where they had made camp, and when she did she nearly stumbled over the sleeping form of Annabeth Chase. A few inches from her Percy Jackson lay, their fingers entwined. The satyr was sleeping, draped over a low tree branch with Clara unconscious at the base.
Looking back that should have been a warning sign. All asleep with no guard? But she had forgotten Ethan's advice. She was angry and ready to attack. She looked down at the daughter of Athena, gray eyes closed and wild hair framing her face.
Sorry I have to kill him, she apologized to her. Now this stranger was going to lose Jackson like Clara had lost Dan. No remorse, no mercy. That was the Titan's motto and now Hero had adopted it. She stood there before drawing Apocalypse. It was painful to see the sword away from it's owner when Ethan lay dead.
She held it over the boy's heart when she made a mistake. She looked at his face. It looked peaceful, the olive skin illuminated in the moonlight and the long lashed eye lids covering the famous green. He looked so innocent, like her couldn't possibly have killed anyone. But he had! Part of her told her to stab. The other wanted just to go back to Luke. That would mean admitting defeat, and she couldn't do that.
Stab. That's what she told herself and for a moment she obeyed. Apocalypse came down, just about to pierce between the ribs. Then an arm reached around her neck, pulling her backwards. A knife pressed to the hollow of her throat. She felt another body holding her back, but no human warmth. Was it a monster? But the voice was human. A boy's to be more specific.
"Drop it," he whispered. She gasped and held onto the blade. The knife was pressed closer and she opened the hand so the sword fell to the ground. The pressure lightened up a little and she opened her mouth to scream, but it was pressed deeper so a thin line of crimson trickled down her neck. "What's your name?"
"H-hero," she stuttered. "My name is Hero." Now that she was unarmed he let her drop to the ground. She got to her feet, reaching for Apocalypse. Her captor placed his sword blade over it, so she couldn't get it without directly challenging him. And as she couldn't see him, and didn't know who it was, it wouldn't be wise to attack. Perhaps he was a minor god or something. He bent low to pick up the sword and pressed his own into her back. Hero's eyes narrowed. He was trying to control her, make her timid. Well Hero would never be timid. "Who the hell are you?"
"Shut up," he said. She rolled her eyes.
"That's a nice name," she told him. She squinted up, trying to see better. He was tall, but he wasn't very old. Her age, or maybe a little older. He kicked the sword away and didn't answer.
"Percy, wake up," he said, poking Jackson gently. So, he was definitely on the gods' side. Crap. The hero groaned and his eyes flickered open.
"What?" he asked groggily. "Nico? It's the middle of the night... I told you not to wake me up unless it was an emergency." So this was Nico di Angelo? This was the boy that Ethan and David had lost their lives trying to get on their side? Anger boiled up inside her again.
"Oh, yeah. It's definitely not an emergency when you're almost assassinated," di Angelo said sarcastically. The other boy sat up quicker then Hero would have thought possible.
"What?" he demanded. Then he saw Hero on the ground, inching towards Apocalypse and his eyes widened.
"Looks like another prisoner, huh?" the son of Hades asked. Hero snarled, opening her mouth to protest.
"I will not be taken prisoner!" she said, kicking out with her foot. Di Angelo sidestepped and smiled down at her, if you could call the malicious grin a smile.
"Looks like you don't have any choice," he said. Hero brushed some red hair out of her eyes and looked at him incredulously. How dare he! She stifled a frustrated scream.
"I am Hero, daughter of Nike, member of the fourth commanding rank in sector 2b of the Titan's Army. And I shall be treated as such!" she objected, making a lunge for Ethan's sword. Jackson aimed a fist in her direction and it caught her in the eye. She yelped, falling back and the Stygian iron blade rest on her neck.
"Then you're asking to be treated as dirt," Nico di Angelo replied.
"You're dirt!" she screamed, probably waking the whole city. Grover Underwood fell out of the tree and looked around. Annabeth Chase sat up and, seeing Hero being held at sword point with her left eye beginning to bruise, looked at Percy Jackson questionably. "You're brainwashed, worthless pawns of our stupid immortal parents who care nothing for us!"
Di Angelo raised an eyebrow, "And you are the pawn of my crazy grandfather who sets his own minions against each other in fights to the death."
"I'll tie her up," Jackson said.
Sorry if that sounded OOC... it's just the way Hero thinks of them.