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Chapter 10
After putting a knife in the girl's hand, I could hardly expect Sif to like me (In my defence she was a bitch first and I was kidnapped, so I was justified.) but when she made a hate club with the war council that was just uncool. Plus she was talking about my mom.
I personally didn't have a problem with her, I thought she was a little naïve sure but if she hadn't talked about my mom like that I would have made nice. Now I wouldn't, because she irritated me. There is more than one way of doing things and thinking about things, just because it didn't match her view of the world didn't mean that it was wrong.
Still it was fine, I could ignore the bint, mobbing me in an abandoned corridor with her new friends though… that was a bit below the belt.
"We don't trust you daughter of Loki," she hissed, blocking the doorway. I snorted.
"You know I think I can remember who my mom is, without you referring to it every time you speak to me," I said in a bored tone of voice.
"We know you are as evil as he, confess," she spat. I laughed, I actually started to laugh so hard that tears were rolling down my face and I leaned against the wall to keep me upright.
"That is the single most ridiculous thing I had ever heard," I choked out, "What is it with this place."
"He is evil," she decreed. That snapped me out of it I composed myself.
"Do you know what wrong he did before you decided he was evil?" I asked her, "He wasn't Uncle Thor. That's it, before all the crap about frost giants, it was the only thing you had against him."
"He wouldn't allow Thor to return," she countered childishly.
"At the time Uncle Thor was behaving like a dumbass and you know it and he knows it," I scoffed, "Hell, he even admits that earth did him good. You just didn't like mom for the same reason you don't like me, were different."
"The way you lost your temper at us in the council was unbefitting of anyone," one of the men said.
"And the way you run this country abominable," I retort, "I understand, you aren't a normal council. You don't know how to be."
"Yet you believe us to be a council of some sort," another spoke.
"Yes," I replied, "A council of war, not for non-military purpose." They looked surprised, and if I read them correctly, happy about it.
Uncle Thor announced his presence then, apparently he'd been there all along and just wanted to see how I would handle the situation. Thanks a lot Uncle.
That night I tossed and turned something awful. My Ipod was gone and I was too tired to look for it. Finally I settled into sleep. I wished immediately that I hadn't.
There was a building, filled with kids… like a children's home or something. It wasn't in New York. Monsters came and ransacked the building, I realised helplessly what they were doing. Gasoline. The place was soaking with the stuff.
"Now we don't have to fine out which one is it," the harpy looking woman screeched, "Boy's burn'em all." The match was dropped and the got out of there. I started to scream.
"Wake up, please someone, please," I screamed, "Please, please." They didn't stir, not until smoke filled the room, and fire blocked the door. I couldn't get out. They could either… I could hear them screaming the red colour of the clock shining as it read the time. 2:04 am.
It was so hot, I felt like I was burning too. A smell of burning flesh was in the air. The roof shifted and I looked up, panic tangling in my gut. The last thing I recall is it falling and terrible pain, before I start and sit bolt upright a hand clapped over my mouth to keep the scream in.
"Perci," Uncle Thor had a hold of my shoulders and I forced a mask in place. Slowing my breathing and clearing the horror from my face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I said, he looked startled. I was startled too, I wasn't aware my acting ability was that good.
"You didn't," he said, "I was told that you would have nightmares this eve. You did not make a sound."
"Just a bad dream," I said shrugging, "That's why I like my Ipod, the music stops me from having bad dreams." I felt sick and shaky. I wanted to throw up, when I checked the time on my phone, 2:09. It was to late to do anything about it because it was already over. I sent a text discreetly to Luke.
Saint Mary's. You utter bastard.
He didn't leave after that. We didn't talk either, just sat there and dozed on and off till dawn. I didn't sleep much; main because I was right… he was so blonde. He was a freaking night-light, and here I thought that, that only happened with a certain sun god. I suppressed a chuckle and made my way to the bathroom.
I managed to drink the crappy tasting potion, get dress and sneak out before Uncle Thor woke up. The Healer, Makita was only too happy to help. They were pretty good for wounds and wound care; they had magic on their side that made them good with medical stuff. All they had to do was make it available and not reserved for oh, warriors.
I spoke to Luke later that day. He hadn't been driving the meat suit when Kronos decided that burning kids alive to kill demigods was a good idea. On the days where Luke was sick with guilt, he was worth his weight in gold in information.
"I don't know what to do," he confessed, "He wants to target the mortal world, all the better to make it fall to him. So many innocents are going to die, so, so many. Help them."
"I will," I promised, but he was too distraught.
"Please, please, help them. Don't let them end up like us," he begged me, "I don't want to do this. I don't want to be this, but it has to be me. I can't let anyone else suffer this, not my family. I was just upset I didn't mean this." He'd said this many times before.
"I know Luke," I said, "It's okay though. I'm nearly sixteen, it's nearly over… for both of us."
"You'll kill me right?" he asked panicked, "You wont let me live, promise me you wont let me live."
"I promise," I told him and I meant it. He sighed, relaxing.
"Good," he whispered, "Good, now I can do what I need to. It doesn't matter, you wont make me live with it." He sounded so relived, he divvied a few more bits of information and we talked a little longer before hanging up.
Talking to Luke almost always made me feel sick with guilt. I wouldn't tell anyone, not even his father, nor Annabeth or Thalia, that he wasn't really evil, because if they found that out he wanted to save us to…. They'd stop at nothing to save him and we'd all die.
Not to mention plan B. Something that I hoped I would never had to use and would make me glad that I wouldn't have to live with what I'd done either. Not that it wasn't already too late for that.
I pushed my self away from that train of thought, and all that plan B entailed. It was a morbid topic of thought or discussion. Today's little assignment had me working on how to make the equivalent of a fridge or a freeze. I'd already sent the information through to camp from an anonymous source.
It was all rune work. I had some fun trying out new rune patterns and carving them on gave me time to think about Kronos. If I'd been stuck in a dark hole for as long as he had been and then wanted to take out the mortal world, I'd look for leaders.
If that was the case then my little secret was screwed, because then I'd have the Avengers getting in on the action and we would be exposed. Fuck it. I could only hope he was looking to use a much older tactic. Fear.
To bad mortals can rationalise everything into what fits into the parameters that their mind could understand. It was there greatest defence against there own stupidity, just because there strong enough to take someone down doesn't mean that they are and there are those douche bags that are vivisecting (Like dissection but, um alive, awake and probably screaming… like I said, douche bags.) the creatures of the lore.
I shuffled it out of my head, deciding that I'd go see mom after this. Obviously my concentration was shot, which probably accounted for the, you know… mini blizzard in my room.
Dang it!
Only a short chapter this time, but I felt like I was reaching for things that weren't there so I quit while I was ahead. So, advice?
