AN: I am so sorry it took so long to post this. It's been like, what, 1-2 weeks? Gods, i'm bad at this. I've been working on trying to get my geometry grade to passing (which still hasn't happened yet) along with my German grade, also end-of-course is around the corner (woo hoo, annoying standardizing tests that measure how terribly you screwed up.)

Anyways, most of my focus has been on my story 'Perseus Jackson and the Bolt of Zeus' aka a remake of TLT but with one critical detail that has been manipulated.

Okay. Onto the chapter I totally wasn't planning on making (at least plot wise) but stuck with it anyways.


"I'm booored." The smooth, deep voice echoed around the warehouse, and it took all my might not to peak up and look at who said it.

"Gods, you're always bored. Maybe if you'd learn to sit still-" a second voice added, this one much deeper and smoother. Thanatos' voice. I held my breath. It must be them, those four kids that took Laurel.

"Okay, mister Myth-O-Magic. I remember when all you did was 'blah blah this, blah blah that.' Gods be damned if someone brought up ANYTHING about Greek mythology. You couldn't sit still, much less shut up." The voice belonged to the leader of the group – Pontus.

"You two shut up, he needs to concentrate" A feminine voice snapped.

I heard someone grumble, but the voices stopped for a while.

I twitched. Of course this was only a scouting mission, to figure out what these 4 where up to.

'Don't engage in combat unless they attack first. And don't do anything stupid.' Oliver had said. Being a speedster, sitting still wasn't exactly in my DNA anymore.

"Nothing." The voice nearly scared the speed out of me. The voice was right in front of the huge storage box I was hiding behind.

"What do you mean 'nothing?" Pontus' voice was soft, but firm.

"It's like they aren't even here." The voice in front of me said again. "Like they don't exist."

"But they do. Venti can't just disappear like that… can they?" The feminine voice, Diana I believe, got darker. "I mean, even the Mist couldn't be that powerful, especially with Hecate's blessing."

"I don't know how. But we need to find one. We need to figure out how they got here, of all places." Pontus replied back.

"Maybe the gods sent them. To taunt us." The voice in front of me spoke again. "We all know they would do that."

"Maybe your dad would, Sparky, but my father would never let him do such a thing." Pontus sighed.

"Unles-" Diana went silent. I heard the faint sound of an arrow being drawn.

The temperature dropped rapidly and the hairs on my neck stood up on end. Time seemed to slow down and a chilling laugh echoed in the air. I couldn't move my body, my thinking slowed. I felt like the speed-force was being sucked right out of me. A few agonizingly slow minutes passed, and the feeling washed away as if it were never there.

"We should get out of here… Because I don't think the Venti were all they came back." Pontus mumbled. "If that really was Kronos…" his voice choked, as if he was pushing back emotions.

"Let's hope it's not. Come on, I'll take us back to the apartment."

The voices went silent. The world stood still. A few moments pass and I look over the box. All that was left of the 4 kids was a word painted in bright gold ink on the ground.

"Πνεύματα της θύελλας, να προοδεύουν."

_Ⱥ_

"… and you aren't making any of this up?" I stated slowly

"Why would I be?" Barry slumped down in the chair.

"Because they took Laurel?" I suggested. He glared at me.

"No, that's something you would do Oliver." He rolled his eyes at me.

"So the phrase you told me to translate; it's Greek." Felicity walked in, her heels clicked sharply on the floor. "For 'Spirits of the storm, come forth'."

"Seriously?" Cisco shook his head. "These kids are crazy. "Don't you think it's a bit strange?"

"What is? The fact they write in Greek or the fact they have glowing eyes?" Thea crossed her arms and leaned against the support beam by the raise platform we were all on.

"Or maybe fact they said 'Kronos' and 'Hecate'. Both of those are Greek deities." Caitlyn looked up from her file. "Not only that, but the name 'Thantos' is also a Greek deity."

"Are you saying they're apart of some crazy cult?" I licked my bottom lip and clenched my jaw.

"Well, Laurel said that they were from another universe. Maybe they worship Greek myths over there?"

"Highly likely…" Barry nodded slowly. "I mean, I'm a speedster who got his powers from lighting who has friends in a time travelling spaceship. Anything can happen."

"Yeah… Like Ollie getting that stack of work on his desk done." Thea's voice turned into one of teasing, and I rolled my eyes.

"Haha, very funny. I'll be right on that as soon as I get to the office." I sighed, and walked off to go get changed.

Thea snickered softly behind me and I shook my head, holding in a chuckle.

Ⱥ

About an hour later, I was standing at the base of the steps of the City Hall next to my little sister. The air was a little too warm for a suit, but I didn't mind a little sweat. Slowly, I pace up the 20 or so steps, gently gliding past the large wooden-oak doors. The hall was silent, the rooms bare.

"Strange…" Thea murmured. "It's usually packed…"

I grab a pair of scissors out of an organizer on the front desk, holding it like a knife. Thea grabs a pair too, mimicking my actions. Slowly, we made our way through each and every room in the building, checking to see if there were some kind of enemy here. With each empty room, my anxiety levels rose. I felt like I was being watched. By who or what, I had no clue.

Finally both of us end up at the door to my office. Thea's eyes were wide but sharp, like a hawk searching for something.

I take the doorknob and turn it, the door gently clicking open. I let go and push the door open.

Sitting with his legs crossed atop my desk was Pontus, clad in his entire uniform of green. And he did not look happy.

"Well about time, Mister Queen. I was wondering if I had to hunt you down. Hardly the kind of introduction I would have wanted…" He shrugs. "Honestly, I was beginning to think about filing a 'missing persons' report, but unfortunately the entire police department are looking for me…"

"What did you do to the people who work here?" Thea grits her teeth together and takes a threating step forward.

"Thought they needed to relax. Don't worry, you can find all of them at the spa just a few blocks away from here. No death or blood required." He smiles, fumbling with the cuff of his jacket. "All I had to do was snap my fingers, and they all agreed a man dressed in one colour with glowing green eyes could play house-sitter for City Hall."

"Your eyes are purple." Thea deadpanned. I took a step forward, ignoring my sister's comment on his eyes.

"What do you want?" My grip on the scissors tightened.

"Glad you asked!" He claps his hands together and smirks. "Well, I would love it if you called off that search for those 2 teens who stole all that money. Oh, and a chocolate milkshake with blue food dye added into it… maybe the keys to the city…" His chipper tone turned dark. "Oh, and there's something in a safe located in the basement of the city bank. I need access to it, but the only way I can get that is if you are present."

The gears in my mind stared turning. "What do you mean by 'I have to be present'?"

"Simple. Only the mayor of this wonderful town can grant access to the safe. It's filled with self-defense mechanisms, poisonous darts, and at least 3 different types of viruses. I can't get in. But you can, Mr. Queen."

Thea shakes her head. "You're a murderer." She turns and looks at me. "Ollie, whatever is in that safe, you can't let him have it."

"What if I refuse to help you?" I took a step towards him.

He sighs. "Mister Queen, with all due respect, I think its best you try not to act like royalty."

"What. If. I. Refuse. To. Help. You?" I state slowly, darkening my voice with each word.

Pontus hesitates. Suddenly Thea's eyes got wide and she drops the scissors, her hands going for her throat.

"I'm not one to indulge in torture. I personally think it inhumane and cruel, but you leave me no choice. You have 3 minutes to decide, of your beloved sister drowns to death." His voice was soft but dark, as if the teen had been through hell itself. "Tick tock, time is running out."