Chapter 10

"And...that's a winner!" Ned Rogers pumped his fist and leaped into the air. In Earth, mortals were so ignorant, even though they now know of the gods and demigods.

Ned Rogers, Son of Tyche was a problem. Born in the 1990, or more accurately, 1928, he was trapped into the Lotus Casino in Las Vegas. Home of the Lotus-eaters. There, he remained stuck for 30 years.

Allow me to explain. See, the lotus eaters were servants of the Primordial Chronos, but since Chronos had faded, they became wild. Always trapping people by making them eat a magical lotus, and invite (Read: Force) them to their lair. In their lair, time would stop and the bewitched people would stay in a time-diluted period, and would stay stuck in time. For them, days became years and minutes became days.

Yep, these Lotus-eaters were nasty people.

So, anyways, Ned had ran away from home after his father used him. See, Ned was a son of Tyche and his father, Robert Rogers. As a son of Tyche, he always had good luck, but his mother favoured him more than any other child of hers. She granted him a wish. A wish that everyday, his any one wish had a 60% chance of coming true. But, his father grew mad after Tyche left. He forced Ned to beg wishes for Robert. To ask a wish for money, women, etc. Ned was abused..and hurt. There, his luck did not run.

Then, in 1939, WWII was commenced. His mother finaly came to him after many long years. His mother warned him, and told Ned to run away.

Ned ran and ran and ran until his legs gave out. Finaly, he reached a place he thought was safe but was indeed the Lotus Hotel and Casino, Las Vegas...Lair of the Lotus Eaters. There, he remained stuck until now, missing WWII, the death of his father by war..and the fact that he was the son of Tyche, and the gods were real. He forgot everything.

However, his luck never ran out.

In poker, cards, you name it, he would be adept. His luck would always get him more money, more victory and more fame.

Ned forgot about the wish he could ask every day, and never asked any. He just enjoyed himself. He never even thought of leaving.

But now, it was converted.

The war with Kronos had a few downs. The attack on Earth had a few shragments left. Now and then, a rogue battalion or rebellion would form, Earth lost its peace. War broke out everywhere. It was the American Civil War, WWI, WWII and any other war combined. Men died here and there.

Then the Casino got attacked.

It was completely burned down, attacked in the night by a monster, the monster being a Nemean Lion. The Casino was destroyed. But its people were still there..or the survivors, atleast. They moved to a place where they would find a new lair. A new home. They moved to Duran, lair of Marxes.

Percy,

"Well, let no one ever say again that I am not capable of being the best outlaw ever." Said Percy.

After his encounter with Joe and the other policemen, Percy had found the way to get money. It was risky, it was not right, and it went against everything he had ever learnt.

He dicided to become an outlaw. Steal money from people, destroy cars, and let out a bit of stress. Yep, he had the most good thoughts ever.

Using the speeder he had stolen earlier, Percy decided to take it easy. He flew the speeder in an open area, where there woud be more the people to see him.

Percy ignited the spare red-tinted lightsaber he had taken from that flyer of Josh. Saber in hand, Percy walked towards a random person. With a heavy heart, Percy clenched his fist tightly. His knuckles were white.

Finaly, mustering up all his courage, Percy bought down his saber. The mans head fell down. Then his body. Percy had killed his first innocent man.

A woman screamed, looking at the body. Another woman ran. A man came up to Percy, he looked 28, atleast. Percy did not falter. He struck his saber in the guys heart. Then another. Then, Percy ran after a speeder, and jumped in the air. He landed on the speeder. See, the speeder was nothing special. It was just a car which you people use, except it had no wheels and could go 5 feet up in the sky max. Percy landed on the cars hood. He jumped again, on the car, and landed on the back seat. The driver, a middle aged man, screamed. He stopped the car and got out a gun.

"Yes! It's a policeman." Thought Percy. He jumped of the car and landed in front of the policeman. His saber unignited. Percy kicked the guy on his head, and the policeman staggered, dropping his gun, a simple MK1911, and fired at the policeman. The policeman fell dead. He was a mortal.

Percy then heard sirens.

Police cars. He looked behind. A police car was charging right at him. Percy flung himself sideways. The car narowly missed him. Instead, the car hit the car in which Percy had killed the first policeman. Both cars exploded, the first car hitting the wall and the police car the other. That was 3 policemen dead.(The car had 2 policemen.)

Up ahead, Percy could see the 2nd car coming straight at him. Percy took his gun and aimed. The MK struck true, breaking the glass pane and hitting the driver. The car sverwed sideways, out of control, and caught fire. A police got out from the car, coughing. He brandished an old Russian gun, and fired at Percy, who ducked and fired his own. The bullet struck the policeman, and he jerked dead. The pistol that policeman had was a Russian NagantM1895, a gun which's bullets were modified to burst into different fragments or shrapnel on contact with any skin or other metal, fabric etc.

Percy took the Russian gun and pocketed it. Still holding the MK, he strode towards a fallen woman who had heard the blasts and gone to hide in her car. Percy fired. The women fell dead. Percy sat in the car and revved the engine. With astounding speed, he made to the highway. He looked in the side mirror and cursed.

Two police bikes, both with armed policemen were making their way through the traffic. Percy took a sharp turn. Then another left and reached 120 km/hr. The bikes followed him. Biker number 1 took out a simple French revolver, and fired at Percy's new car. The bullet hit the side door but did no real damage. Percy took an easy right, and then turned his car backwards so that the car was no facing the two bikers. Percy shot his MK at the 2nd biker, and hit his bike. The shot panicked the man, who fell down from his bike while the bike skidded sideways. Biker number 1 backed his bike, and turned, so now it looked like Percy was chasing the policeman. The biker then again turned left, and with a roar of his bike, sped the bike towards the main road. Percy got out of his car calmly, and went to check the 2nd Policeman. The man was still alive, though his head was bashed and bleeding. Percy smashed his head on the rough road three times, until the policeman fell dead. Percy then fished the guys wallet and found 280 Kredits.

Then, Percy heard more sirens. Back up had arrived.

Percy got on the bike, abandoning the car, and sped his way. If he was lucky, the policemen did not see him or know him, and would not follow him. He was lucky. Percy rode as far away from there as he could. After 3 hours, he finaly reached the outskirts of Duran, where there was a small subway. He ditched his bike and went in the underground sub.

Inside, there were trains everywhere. Percy booked a train to city centre fro 30 Kredits, and in a matter of 12 minutes, he was in the city centre again. This time armed and dangerous. Percy looked left and right. No policemen, no one recognized him. He was not anywhere on the news.

Percy walked to an alley. A small, out of the way alley and encoutered a small drug exchange going on. Yep, thats right. A group of 9 teenagers were drugging themselves, with a bit of weed and cocaine. Percy sighed. Youngsters these days. One of these teens saw him, and turned pale. He pointed at Percy..with a gun. The other teenagers suddenly tensed, and 3 of them brandished guns. 5 of them carried knives. That was in total 4 guns and 5 knives.

Percy fired first. He struck the main leader, the one who had noticed Percy first, and killed him. 3 knives came at him, but Percy shot again. A teenager about 18 or 19 snuck up to his back with a knife. Percy sensed the attack and without looking back kicked behind. The teenager fell, and Percy fired at his head. He grabbed the boys knife and threw it at another teenager who looked closer to 20. The knife struck true, and the teen fell dead. Percy fired his gun 3 more times, and then cursed. His MK was out of bullets, and there was one teen still left.

Percy dropped his gun and punched the guy, who ducked and in return punched Percy, making contact. Percy backed up and tried to go on the offense, but the last teen kicked Percy's forehead. Just as the teenager was about to stomp his head, Percy took out his Russian gun and fired. The sound of glass breaking came, as several shards of the bullet hit the teens insides. 3 in his liver and 1 in his small intestine. Percy withdrawed his gun. Then, he fished the 9 men and in total, them

being drug-smugglers, found about 2300 Kredits. In total, he now had 2550 Kredits at hand.