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Kris' POV

Rebellions aren't organized in a day, and at this rate, I might not even live to see another.

Sprinting through Central Park at night was at one time a good form of conditioning. It pays off here, while I attempt to escape a pack of seven hellhounds, led by none other than a manticore. My eyes shift wildly from side to side in order to try to find some sort of physical advantage. I see dying grass, masses of dark rocks bigger than a 10-ton truck, twisted hunks of what used to be park lights, and the bulky charred things that would resemble trees, if trees were burned, broken and black.

It was almost too much to ever ask for.

I launched myself into a roll onto a rock and into a crouch in front of the impending army. I waited until they had parted as they reached me, encircling me until there was someone to attack me from every side. The monster in charge entered the circle and prowled around me hungrily. The manticore's odd eyes gleamed as he raised his head proudly, and his tail rose to pitch his poisonous spikes through my heart.

"Have your muscles tired yet, demigod? Is the rush of the hunt too much for your fragile human body? I will end your pain. You need not worry…"

I raised my palm to about my nose, eyes watching him with intensity. "Not tired." I grit my teeth and shoved my hand, which was temporarily infused with magic, into the rock.

What was once solid gave way to my hand like liquid. Waves of stone rose up around me, sending great masses of rock at my attackers like a surfer being pounded by the waves during a hurricane. The manticore howled in frustration and in pain. His hounds both whimpered and growled. They can be real wimps, those hellhounds…

I forced the stone to make me a study path to run. I leaped off the edge and somersaulted over what's left of the walkway, going straight into a run afterwards. I knew what I did was only a minor setback, since only Celestial Bronze, Stygian Iron, or other kinds of magic metals, can really kill monsters. Maybe the waves buried one or two, but I didn't expect more than that. I kept running.

I knew that the howling I heard meant my pursuers had shaken off my attack and were on my tail again. I stopped to catch my breath and to think of a plan. My magic had worn off, and had left me drained. Horribly drained; using magic again was almost out of the question. I'm normally much stronger but I've been using magic back at the base to heal the survivors from the explosion, and healing magic isn't an easy task.

I could run just fine though, and fight just as well. Right now, I continued to hold my ground until I could see the remaining 5 hounds and Manticore rushing at me.

My eyes narrowed as I estimated the first hound's time of arrival. About eight seconds, at the most. Just enough time for me to attack.

At seven seconds, I sprinted towards one of the less destroyed light poles. The hound may have a size advantage, but has a brain the size of a peanut.

T minus six seconds: I keep running, and the hound is approaching its destination.

Five seconds: I'm still running, trying to gather as much momentum as I can. The hound has a flicker of recognition in its eyes, as if beginning to comprehend my plan.

Four seconds: It realizes, and it's beginning to slow down. But it's already too late.

The last few seconds breeze by as my hands grasp the pole and I Swing around, planting my spiked boots into the hounds face. I specially had these implanted with Celestial Bronze, and when a hellhound gets its brains bashed in with magical metal boots, you can bet it's not gonna live.

Well, unless a total idiot is wearing the boots. Anyways…

I used the hound as a springboard right before it dissolved. I launched myself into the air, and landed on another hound's back. It reared up, attempting to throw me off, but I pulled a knife out of my boot and lodged it through the damned monster's back and through its heart. I quickly retrieved my knife and stood alert in the center of the pack. Plan backfired, I thought, until I saw a burst of light bounce off the trees in the distance, like a fire suddenly flaring up. My ears began to hear sounds besides the growling of my enemies. Voices; I identified one as Shawn, another as Tia. So close.

But there was nothing I could do now but possibly lead these mutts away from them. They can't get far with possibly two severely injured people. I have a chance if the hellhounds pursue me. They don't.

I instantly attack the nearest hellhound. It howls in pain, and I hear Shawn and Tia's panicked footsteps. They're dragging something as quietly as they can, but it's still audible through magic. I can only hope they got Nikki and Derek out alive.

But it isn't enough.

If I can hear them, so can these monsters. One twists their head to confirm what they hear, and then they all leave me. Only the manticore remains, and I only catch a glimpse of Tia and Shawn defending two limp people, against a massive hellhound raid before the manticore shoots my arm. The pain is instantaneous, and I don't see anything but my broken world going black.

Tia's POV

The battle didn't last much longer after the manticore joined the party. We were run over by the hounds and dragged somewhere until I blacked out.

But the time I woke up, I was already in an industrial white padded room, like those ones you'd see in movies where they'd keep insane people or people with anger management issues. Maybe I have both issues, but neither of those are the Titans' business.

I punched the wall a few times, and searched for a way out. Nada. Nothing but eternal whiteness. I wondered where I was and ran through possible escape times. Possibly in another prison until trial, and almost certain execution. Where are the others? Also in prisons like mine, maybe? Or are they elsewhere? My mind was reeling.

I was so deep in thought I didn't even realize it when a large portion of the wall, high above me, fell. It took the jarring impact of the wall for me to realize, this is my chance!

The large seams between the padding provided decent footholds, and soon I was at the hole. I was about to toss myself through towards escape when I heard something; a familiar sort of roar. I have a small flashback to when Tori and I were at the beach. The water was cresting and it crashed onto our heads in a brilliant roar…. Water… Aw shit.

That's when a waterfall cascades down the wall, and I can't find a foothold as I tumble down with the wave. I hit the ground, and I'm glad for the added cushioning.

When I recover from my fall, the water is still falling, rising up to my thighs. I realize that they will probably flood this place. It will take some time, but soon enough I won't have any air to breathe. Then I'll die.

What a horrible way to end.

When I think things can't get any worse, it's long since my feet have touched the ground. I can barely see the bottom of my prison from the density. It must be salt, I thought, thinking of how lightly I'm floating and how odd the water tastes. I haven't tasted salt water in so long, it's almost painful. Now it's going to be my death. I'll hate the ocean in my final moments, then.

I can swim for a long time, but it's been so long, and I haven't had much of a chance to work on stamina lately, so I'm beat by the time my head touches the ceiling. There's so little air left I'm nearly choking. I suck in a long breath before I submerge completely.

I probably have about three minutes. Not even. I'll be dead quick. All that's left to do is die, isn't there? There is no escape. The duct where the water came through… I cant get through there, can I? there is a steady stream of water still pouring through, and I don't want to waste my precious air on something that may not even work. But there is no other alternative. I began to swim towards the duct that began my death sentence. It's easier than I thought to get through, and then I realize why.

Just beyond that wall, lies a monster that will surely bring my death.

Forget about three minutes; I'll probably have about three seconds.

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