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Thank you "Nobel Six" for your review as well; I am glad you thought the last chapter was great! The wait is now over, may the fight begin!
Thank you "Black and Blue Mascara" for your review as well; Yeah I do plenty of cliffhangers, I do it there because that is when I loose some of my inspiration or because I want the opinion of the viewers. Yes, thank you, ALL of you for reviewing! I am glad you think I am doing a really good job on the story, well the wait it over. The fight? It may not be what you expect. I am known for "The Unexpected"! ;)
Thank you "Travis Rosen" for your review as well; "I think Thalia should retreat when reinforcements arrive, maybe have a few senior campers that were there, and have them attack the monster with peter" I like the idea, but I do not think Thalia will listen, if she does, she is prone for an arrow in the back... Some of the things in this story must follow the series, but it may come from something... different...
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The story continues onward like a river to the sea...
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(Peter's Point of View)
Thalia and I made a break towards the Camp, I could feel the monsters gaining on us, this was bad, real bad, I knew I myself could out run them. I can now shadow travel, so I was safe; Thalia on the other hand was not so lucky...
I knew I had to by us more time, I stopped running as I formed to Scottish Claymores made up of Ice, Water and Shadows. The blades were about Five and a Half feet long and the handle was a little over a Foot long, the cross guards were a Foot.
I stood threw one of my swords, it did not throw it like a spear because I wanted to do as much damage as I could, so I threw it as if I was skipping a rock. The blade cut through several monsters before it got stuck in the Hydra, it did not kill the Hydra, nor did it cut off its head, so it was injured but not fatally wounded.
I formed an ice shield about the size from my neck to my thighs, it being made from my domains it was lighter than a feather. I stood my ground, the huge sword was sticking forward like a spear would, I planted my feet and I leaned forward; bracing for impact.
The Hell Hounds were the ones that hit first, I stabbed the first two, the third Shadow Traveled out of range.
The two Hell Hounds burst in golden dust, my sword was free, I caved the air in a figure eight pattern. I snarled "Come at me!"
I began to release my power, almost all of them...
All around me frost began to form, the winds kicked up and the shadows darkened.
I sensed Thalia running, I looked back I saw her stop and look at me, our eyes locked. I mouthed "GO!"
She did not, she knew Grover, Luke and Annabeth were getting help, she thought I needed help, she did not want to abandon me.
The monsters were slowly coming towards me, a few Cyclopes, and a few Hell Hounds kept next to me, slowly they became covered in frost.
I lowered my weapons, they stopped confused.
One of the Cyclopes asked "Why food not fighting?"
I smirked and said "Can you Cyclopes breathe water?"
The leader nodded his ugly head with a singular eye in the middle of his forehead.
I gave a nod I held out my open hand, and then I slowly began to squeeze, you see, they are cover in snow and ice, I am using that to crush them. Water would not have done that, but ice can, as a son of Khione. If it were water than the Cyclopes might have been immune to it, I soon six monsters denigrated, leaving me tired and exhausted.
I knew I still had the Three Furies, and I think two or three Cyclopes and the Hydra.
I looked around and I saw Thalia fighting a Fury with her spear, one was sneaking up on her from the back, but I knew if I said something I might make her make a mistake. No matter what this would not end well.
I Shadow Traveled behind her and I gutted one of the Furies and she turned to golden sand.
I growled as I spoke to Thalia "I told you to go to the Camp!"
She thrusted her spear into the last Hell Hound that I could sense turning him in dust.
She said "I know what you said, but I could not leave you."
I growled and said "Be careful, am I worth your life? Luke loves you, Annabeth loves you. Do not throw that away for a monster!"
She paused fighting and slapped me and said "Never call yourself a monster again!"
I snarled and said "Try me..." I threw my dagger killing the last Fury by the hilt sticking in her head making her look like a unicorn.
I darted picked up my dagger, I saw the Hydra about ten yards away, thirty feet in front of me.
I said "Thalia, how good are you at throwing your spear?"
She arched an eyebrow and said "Good enough."
"Do you think you can kill the Hydra from here with your spear?" I asked her as I began to think of ways to get Thalia out of here. Wait. where ARE the campers?!
No sooner did I think this I saw about ten kids on top of the hill, I frowned, I wanted MEN, adults! Not a bunch of children!
I said "Thalia regroup with the others!"
She gave a me a look and said "Only with you!"
I slowly began to back up to appease the mortal daughter of Zeus.
I formed a spear of ice and shadows, I threw it with full strength and I pushed it with my powers.
It hit the Hydra in the heart and it the monster died in near an instant.
Thalia lowered her guard and said "I think that is the last of the monsters!"
I stood upright, but I had a sick feeling in my gut that warned me that the night was far from over. I said in a cool tone "Not everything is as it seems Thalia, the sooner you learn this, the better."
She scowled and said "I am sure we are all safe."
I growled and said "I beg to differ..."
She walked towards the Camp, but I stood there looking where we came from. I could not shake this feeling that this is far from over.
Then all of a sudden, my spider sense went off!
HELL HOUNDS!
They could Shadow Travel!
I yelled to Thalia "HELL HOUNDS!"
She paused and looked around "Where?!"
"Trust me, there are near, they could be in the shadow at your very feet. Now get to the group!" I said with a slight fearful tone mixed with a growl.
She began to run towards the group, my gut twisted as if someone was playing jump rope with it then they tied it into a knot and ran it over my a steam roller.
She was almost there!
But then out of a shadow came one of the largest Hell Hounds I have ever seen! On his back was a Cyclopes with a club. Thalia got the Hell Hound with her spear, but the Cyclopes played golf with her body as the ball and his club as a stick.
Her body flew through the air and landed near the top of the hill. I rushed over forgetting about hiding my speed, I dropped to my knees.
She was barely breathing and I could tell she was in pain. I pulled out my little bit of Ambrosia and tried to give it to her, she looked at me and said "It's too late for me Bug Boy..."
I had tears in my eyes, I could sense her nearing Death's Door. I said "Come on Lightning Bug, you can do this! Please don't die on me."
Thalia gave me a weak, pained smile as she said "Peter, thank you..."
I wanted to ask her for what, but her body seized up.
I could feel her heart beat weakening and slowing down, all of a sudden a lightning bolt came down from the heavens and stuck Thalia.
A tree began to grow through and over and around her. Thalia became a tree, completing my vision I had.
I realized that Zeus had interfered.
It was against his own laws to do so; especially his own daughter.
I was not bad that Zeus had intervened, I was bad that Zeus could have helped before, but NO! He turned her to a tree!
I growled at looked at the monster who did it.
All of a sudden Darkness began to fall.
The Temperature began to Drop.
My vision began going read.
I felt pain, no, not a little bit of pain. But as if all of my blood as been turned to Lava and Acid. I gave roar of pain. I felt my bones break and snap then reline themselves then mind. I felt my skin rip and shred as I grew. I felt a very, very sharp pain on each side of my body below the arms.
I dropped to my knees and roared once more, I glared at the skies.
I looked around and I saw more than a horde of monsters.
I felt so much pain, so much anger, so much... Rage... I had to let it out. With a roar I charged the army. With only one thing on my mind; Revenge for Thalia.
There was going to be Tartarus to pay!
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(Third Person Point of View)
Everyone thought the battle was over, but the campers looked at the sole figure standing ever tense as if he was expecting a monster to jump out of the shadow.
The crowd barely heard him talk, but when he yelled "Hell Hounds" everyone heard and readied their weapons.
All of a sudden a Hell Hound the size of a tank with a huge Cyclopes riding on its back like a cowboy jumped out of a shadow in front of Thalia, Thalia killed the Hell Hound by stabbing it in the eye, but the Cyclopes was left. He swung his huge club in a low arc the barely swept the earth, and he nailed Thalia center mass. The crowed heard a sickening crack as Thalia was sent flying.
Everyone was too shocked to do anything but stare with slack jaw.
All but one, the one person who was standing alone, he ran nearly faster than the eye could follow, maybe that was a trick of the light?
He knelt down next to her and tried to feed her something, but she refused.
Then a lightning bolt flashed down from the sky, striking Thalia. Instead of killing her it transformed her into a tree.
Then everyone heard a cry of grief, sadness depression. Soon the same cry became a roar of pain and rage.
All of a sudden before the campers very eyes, the lone figure began to transform; as if cursed by Zeus for failing to save his daughter.
Peter eyes flew open but they weren't his usual, ice blue eyes. This ones were dark, with the pupils dilated to the extent that his eyes looked completely black; they it glinted with a wild, and feral gleam.
The next few moments happened so suddenly, the no one would find it hard to explain it later. But suddenly, Peter was howling at the top of his lungs, growling and hissing like a wild animal, his back arching painfully.
Peter muscles bulged with strain as fought against the straps keeping him down, his growling and hissing sounded so crazy and beastly that it sent the campers hair standing on end, and goose bumps rose unpleasantly up their arms; Peter head whipped around wildly, his yelling never ceasing, and growing louder, howls erupting from his throat.
Fresh blood dripped onto the ground and soaked into the ground.
Blood was dripping onto the forest floor from his body. He was still making those horrible noises, his limbs jerked arbitrarily.
Peter pained screams and growls intensified with all his movement, coming out raw and agonized. But almost as if possessed, he kept going
Peter roared at it all. Peter stood amongst them his breathing was hard and deep.
Pain.
That was the dominant sensation that pulsed through Peter's body. With every breath he made through the dark air, his aching body rippled with the endless waves of agony that pulled at his muscles and tempted him to curl into a small, fetish ball and never move ever again. He could feel his tortured body still bleeding, leaving his fingers wet, sticky, and slippery, it was making a pool red blood around him.
Peter felt something white hot explode in him, sending fragments of anger spiking through his veins and filling his head with a mindless cloud of fury.
He hated them! Hated the gods who did this to him; who tortured him and hurt him! He wanted to hurt them all, every single one of them till they were a bubbling mess of blood and limbs. But, despite all that, the worst part was… he still wasn't entirely sure why he despised them so much.
He just had all this anger stirring inside him, unchartered and wild; jerking and gnashing around like a monster, riding just beneath his skin. He needed to direct that anger at something, and Peter happened to hate those people with a passion.
Though, out of all his pains, inside and out, Peter's sides hurt the worst. It was like someone was slowly driving a sharp, hot knife into his sides, baking all his insides to a crisp and boiling his blood till his veins felt ready to sizzle and burst.
Oh, how he longed to stop and just rest; sleep away this agony and hope that he wouldn't burn away into a pile of meaningless ash. Or, hopefully, does burn into ash and just stop this torture right then and there.
But, his instincts told him otherwise, they told him to stay alive.
Besides the everlasting pain though, there was a sick, nauseous feeling twisted and coiled with it, like a two headed venomous snake. Peter felt dizzy; his head was like a foggy mist that blanketed his mind and left him suffocating in the same emotions and thoughts. It was too thick to think straight in, and his stomach was starting to squirmed uncomfortable.
But even with all this circulating through his body – fatigue, nauseous, pain it always came back to two things: rage… and hunger.
It wasn't just for the people who had held him captive. Oh no this rage was immense, filling every inch of him on the inside. This hunger was just as big; his stomach felt dry and empty, and his parched throat yearned for something to wet itself with. But it wasn't just anything that Peter was craving; what he wanted was warm, and chewy – flesh. He wanted to taste the tart flavor of blood on his tongue, in his throat – he NEEDED it.
Honestly, this rage and hunger was the only thing keeping him going; this needless thirst for blood, it was like white hot flames, licking and scorching his skin, filling his head with smothering, smoky thoughts and fiery feelings. It poked and probed his nerves like embers, manically consuming him and driving him to the very edge of his sanity.
But…still…. there was something holding him back; a small voice whispering in the back of his mind, telling him to fight his beastly instincts.
His body was shaking uncontrollably now, and loud whimpers replaced the angry hissing. It took only a few seconds for his arms to give out, causing Peter slumped to the ground, immediately curling into a ball with his arms and hands tucked in tight against his chest.
Screams of tortured agony ripped from his throat, ricocheting off the rocks and coming back to wrap around him in a squeezing embrace. Peter hands would untuck themselves from his chest, and move to hold his sides, but right as his fingers brushed skin he would yell louder and pull away - reacting as if he had gotten burned.
In as much pain as he was, would only freak the arachnid out more.
The spidery Antihero writhed on the ground, his hands (unable to touch his sides) dug into the floor, unintentionally ripping away some of the earth and roots with nothing but his fingers. Peter was defenseless on the ground and was certainly going nowhere soon.
There was another anguished scream that came from Peter.
Peter was still on the ground, but he now pounded one fist against the hard floor with so much force, it caused minor earthquakes; while the other hand lacerated his side, too far gone in his pain to care about the burning Peter's sides were still shifting under the skin; the bumps there were getting bigger and longer, looking ready to tear through the skin.
Peter let out a final, torturous scream of pain and four appendages burst from his sides. Four extra arms sprouted from Peter's side like a couple of daisies. They looked shiny, wet, and red - a little like how a new baby looks after birth. The only difference though, these arms were exactly identical to his original two; long, hard, and packed with muscle.
Peter's cries had ceased, and the hall was suddenly pitched into a laborious silence that snuffed out all sound, all aside from the heavy breathing of the teen laying on the floor. Then, slowly, almost as if testing them out, his four extra limbs twitched and started to rise. Peter lifted himself up, to where he was on his hands (many hands) and knees, still panting - but no longer screwed up in pain.
Peter had also increased in his physical features, he too had grown in size. Peter was not moving.
Then a deep, guttural howl resonated loudly in the forest. Everybody froze; even the monsters and the gods stopped to listen and watch. Peter was howling and snarling fiercely.
"What just happened?" a camper asked out loudly, his voice coming out small.
No one had a plausible answer.
The transformation was now complete:
Spider Demon who was about 12 to 15 feet tall; black grey hair had spread over his body, with the tattered remains of his black clothes getting stretched farther and farther across his frame and hid any remaining skin. He had two long, sinister looking fangs that protruded from his mouth, with green veins of poison webbed across it. Peter had four more eyes on his forehead. Long, barb like spike poked from his each of his wrists and out of each foot, as well as growing on his fingertips.
HE glared at the monsters and snarled with pure rage, hatred.
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I once again do not own anything, all of the rights belongs to Rick Riordan!
Well here is yet another chapter, this is the longest chapter yet for this story!
This story took an "Unexpected" turn that I did not expect!
I know I gave you a lot of options to choose from, but remember, I do not have too much of a plot, I have a slight idea of where I want to go, but a single review a can change the whole course of the story!
Please leave a review and or PM me and tell me what you think of the chapter and the story so far. Also, if you have any ideas, suggestion I would love to hear of it, if I like it I might be able to put it into the story!
Death Fury signing off for now until next time!
PS:
I am sorry I was unable to add the fight scene, but at least I got to something new, right!?
What would you like to see happen after the battle?
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Spider Demon (Peter) goes into a killing spree killing the horde of monsters using this new body and with his powers (minus fire)
Spider Demon (Peter) goes into a rage and destroys everything around him; the forest, the monsters, but the campers are safe behind the shield that was once Thalia.
The campers charge Spider Demon and he slaughters all but Luke and Annabeth.
The campers charge behind Spider Demon and fights the army of monsters.
Reader's own idea_
Author's choice?
Or a combination?
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AFTER the battle what should happen;
Zeus throws lightning at Spider Demon and he is forced to flee.
Annabeth gets over her fear and walks to Spider Demon, and she was able to bring Peter out.
Spider Demons fight the army and then goes into hiding.
Reader's own idea_
Author's choice?
OR a combination?
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Please leave a review and tell me what you think and what you would like to do.
Remember this is a huge tipping point in the story, a lot of the future depends on what happens here!
No pressure!