Present Day
Begging isn't as fun as it looks, and it doesn't look fun to start with.
Two Months Twenty Eight Days Ago
Easy money. The head shop robbery had netted around five grand. Not as much as we had gotten from the drug dealer, but it would do. It bought us a small electric generator, not much but enough to power a TV we had also purchased. We got it from good will, an old tube tv that was heavy as hell but cheap. We turned on the news as soon as we got the generator running. Nothing that pertained to us was on for a good bit but then; In local news, a local head shop known to many as "Hendrix's" was robbed yesterday. Police say that three masked gunman entered the store, one took the wallets and jewels of the customers, while another broke open the cash register. The third person was a look out. We reached out to the people whom were robbed, but none could be reached for comment. Liars, Nico didn't take a single jewel.
We sat there in Nico's room counting the money for the umpteenth time, "Five thousand two hundred and fifty five, five thousand two hundred fifty six. There, that's it. Five and a quarter grand." Nico reported after counting the ones for the fifth time. After he spoke we sat in silence for a while, just staring at the pile of money in front of us. I couldn't help but think, 'We need more.' I looked to Nico. "Can your contact get us some body armor? Maybe some bigger guns." Nico raised his eyebrow looking at me puzzled. "Yeah, why?" I smirked, "Chaos appeared to me in a dream the other day. He said that we are right. We need to stir up a shit load of trouble for him to show. I think it's time we make a name for ourselves in this city."
Meanwhile On Olympus
The three most powerful beings in the universe sat up their throne atop Mount Olympus. The discussed meager issues, like where Zeus would vacation this year, or whether Nico would ever get laid. They acted as most brothers do, sitting around doing nothing. They were having fun for the first time in a millennium. When suddenly a brillant flash of blinding light shook the brothers from their peace, the other eleven Gods blasted into existence on their various thrones. Each with a separate look of anger written upon their faces, one in particular. Hera. She stood from her throne and made her way to the center of the council chamber. All was silent for a few moments. The big three sat upon their thrones with curious expressions, as Hera began to speak. "My Lords," She bowed respectfully, but her expression didn't change. She rose back up to met her husband's eyes, "Did you assist half-bloods in escaping their demise? Were you not here united with us when we each destroyed our spawn? The Greek half-bloods had become too powerful, they would have overthrown us left to their own devices. You three know what must be done." Hera had a shit eating grin slapped on her face as she finished her claim. She knew the three of them would surrender, she knew they wouldn't die for their pathetic off-spring. "You must each focus upon them, and take their lives away."
The three of them didn't speak, they hadn't spoken since their talk had been interrupted earlier. Hera's speech, no Hera's threat, was cause for a great deal of rage on their part. Zeus spoke up, "Hera, you are my wife, you have been for thousands of years. But you are telling me, to kill my daughter. Not just to kill her, to smite her. You want me to take her life, in a way that she could never fight back. You want me to be a coward. So, I think I can speak my brothers and I, in saying, Go fuck yourself. I will never harm my daughter." Poseidon chimed in, "Or my son." "Or mine" Hades added. Hera was astounded, she hadn't expected such a reaction, and judging from their faces, neither had the other Gods. "Why risk it Father? Why are they so important to you!" Athena shouted at Zeus from her throne. The king of the gods looked saddened at the outburst, he looked to her and spoke, "Because it would be like asking me to kill you." Athena eyes widened, before she fell silent. Hera however, was just getting started, "You dare defy me!" She shouted, enraged. "Kill them!" Ares, Hermes and Apollo jumped at the opportunity to slay them. A new sin coursed through them, Greed.
Back With The Three
All of the sudden, I felt like I had been stabbed in the gut. Not that kind of "ow I feel like someone is stabbing me" I mean I really felt like someone was stabbing me in the gut. A pain I hadn't before know, Achilles helped with that. My face contorted into a look of pure agony, as I screamed out a cry of anguish. Thalia and Nico were stunned by this out burst until Nico started clutching his throat and gagging. The only one of us whom was not freaking out at this point stared at the both of us in shock, but then she grew very still and a far away look came into her eyes.
I felt like someone grabbed onto my mind and pulled it from my body, then all of the sudden, I was on Mount Olympus. I was looking through my father's eyes. He was staring at Hades, whom was staring up at the ceiling with glazed over eyes. Golden ichor poured from his a slit in his throat. Poseidon was in a similar situation, he had a spear sticking out of his stomach, but he still appeared to be alive. More or less. My father was in the fight of his life, casting bolt after bolt of lightning at Ares and Apollo whom where attacking him. Suddenly my father stopped moving, his hands move to clutch at his chest. He looked down to see a dagger sticking out of him, ichor seeping through his clothing. Dad looked up and stared out at his fellow Gods. I felt the blade being twisted, I heard my father cry out in pain. Then the blade was forced down, slicing through his flesh. He continued to scream. Then the blade was ripped out, my father fell to his knees, looking to his brothers, Poseidon was still alive. Hades ichor had turned red. The lord of the dead, had met his fate. I heard Zeus gasp for each breath. He was trapped on his knees. Ares, Apollo and Hermes looked down at him, with evil looks on their faces. The they looked up their mouths moved, then they stepped aside. Hera walked between them and stood over Dad. She laughed maliciously then drew a dagger, "You should have listened to me." She leaned forward and pressed the edge of the blade against my father's neck, and slid it across. I felt his hands move from his chest to his throat, he struggled for a few moments. But then, his arms went limp and he fell forward, falling to the floor with a wet thud. He no longer bled ichor, blood now poured from his veins. My father died, looking at his brother Poseidon, whom still held on by a thread. The last thing I could make out was Hera, "Dispose of the bodies, To the victor go the spoils."
Suddenly I was thrown back into my body. I was on the floor, looking at Percy. Nico lay between us. Exactly as it had been on Olympus. Then all at once I breathed in sharply as my mind came to grips with the fact that I wasn't dead. That my father was. The Big Three were no more. Percy was the next to awaken, followed by Nico. None of us moved, we just looked at each other. My gaze shot between Percy and Nico. We all had the same expression. The Gods had taken our friends, and now they had taken our fathers. I sat up, so did Nico. Percy came over and sat next to me, he grabbed my hand and held it tightly. We were truly on our own now.
So I took a little bit of a couple peoples ideas and made them my own. TA-DA the result. Just to clarify, this is a tragedy story. So character death is to be expected. Any more ideas anyone might have are still welcomed. ~Muffin
