Perseus: God of War
Chapter Eleven: Captures, Candors and Confessions -Part C
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Γεια σας άνθρωποι ! or Geia sas ánthropoi
OR
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GOD OF WAR: RAGNARÖK trailer is out people. And damn! They do not disappoint. Took quite some time to write. But hey! I'm back! Can't guarantee that I will update regularly. But the fanfic isn't abandoned.
As you are aware it is Shinju, this here is my first fanfic aptly named Perseus: God of War!
The franchises Percy Jackson and God of War are owned by Rick Riordan and David Jaffe.
Any Greek/Latin words and phrases used are through Google Translate (Greek/Latin)
I don't beat around the bush so let start with the story:
Location: Athena's Temple.
"There… that's another one down." Said Percy as he pinned another monster by a water spear, before he followed up and beheaded it.
Crash!
He kicked the door open. One of the doors broke of the hinges and landed on the ground.
"I know you are there… Medusa." He said softly.
Hiss… hiss! Faint hissing sounds could be heard as she descended from the stairs of the floor above. Her streamlined snake half following behind her, contradicting her upper- half's beauty.
Soft features mystified the hidden grotesque face. When he had met her last time, she had boar tusks for teeth and her mouth shaped in the form of a permanent sneer. Now she had a soft yet barely noticeable smile that hid her cruel nature.
Initially he had hated her, for the sole reason of the conflict between monsters and their slayers, he now understood how, where and why it stemmed down from. A woman whose only crime was to be raped by a god who had then worn the guise of a benevolent one. He could not imagine the amount of hatred she had for the same god… his father and of course her turner, Athena, who had been her former patron.
"This brings back memories… you know." Medusa said, drawing his attention back to herself
"What…" he asked confused.
"Contrary to popular belief, I was not turned in Acropolis… but here." She said pointing at a pedestal in front of Percy.
"That pedestal marked an event in history that twisted, turned and eventually solidified lies that became truth… to you, your predecessors and will be to your descendants."
"Medusa…"
"I was… raped right here by your sire… and when I asked for help and justice… I was cursed… by the very patron I served loyally for years."
Percy looked down sadly, knowing that the woman would do anything to kill him for the sheer reason of him being his father's son.
"Medusa… I… I know for what it's worth… I am sorry."
"I don't want apologies… I want revenge. I can't kill him… her but I can kill you." And she lunged from her place.
"But why help Ares?" he asked dodging the clawed hands.
"Help… no help boy… this is a deal. I deal with you and I get all the damn Athenian spawns to torture and keep as my precious statues." Her snakes hissed in agreement.
"But…"
"But nothing. This is the deal and I will keep it. Killing you the same place I got raped and turned is a plus."
Location: Streets of Piraeus Port.
Raymond had been hiding for quite some time behind a dumpster as he looked from behind it.
His quest. His goal. His fear. The Minotaur. He had fought monsters before but those were just the occasional dracaena and Empousai. This right here was his first official big monster, who currently was ramming everything in its way. From demigods, priests and even some civilians. While his ADHD roared at him to just run his sword right into it and fuck the consequences, his more rational side pleaded to run away from it. He had killed demigods before, but this… this was a grey-black raging half-man- half bull.
How did the Perseus and Theseus do this shit?!
He peered from behind his then shelter. The monster… was everything in the legends and more. The Minotaur was seven feet tall; his arms and legs were like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine, his skin was vein-webbed. He wore no clothes except bright white Fruit of the Looms underwear. His top half was of coarse brown hair that started at about his belly button and got thicker as it reached his shoulders. His neck was a mass of muscle and fur leading up to his enormous head, which had a snout as long as Percy Jackson's arm, he had snotty nostrils with a gleaming brass ring, cruel black eyes, and enormous black and white horns with points someone couldn't get from an electric sharpener.
Damn!
ROAR! That was the last one down. If only he could sneak up and stab. Just one attack. That's all. Being behind the dumpster had masked his scent to some extent.
1…
2…
Thwack! A stick… in his concentration to get close to the beef head he had stepped on a stick! Damn it! And in turn that led his hunt… now hunter to him. Bravo!
ROAR! He turned and bellowed. It pawed his right feet on the ground and ran straight at him intending to skewer him with its horns.
Oh Shit!
He tried to think of what Percy Jackson did, his accomplishments over this particular monster were very well known. Perseus had dodged it, maybe he could too.
Simple and efficient. He had seen those cartoons. This monster couldn't turn. Right?
1…2…3…! Boom!
Ouch… Wrong! This was hard. He dodged but didn't take in to account the sheer size of those horns and how far they stretched. Which is why they scraped him in his ribs.
"Fuck…"
He fell down from the impact. He didn't even have the time to feel and check his injury before the Bull-on-Steroids smashed its hoof in the ground. His ADHD kicked in and he dodged the hoof that would have caved in his face.
"That was close."
He needed to think something fast and probably get back on his feet. That would have been easy… if not for the fact the monster was currently trying to skewer him yet again inside the ground. He jammed his sword in between the horns to stop his enemy.
"Get off me… you bull-headed freak."
He punched the monster in his eyes making it roar in pain and then shake its head in order to lessen the pain. Raymond took this opportunity to make distance between them. He was going to give it another try…
"Come on…"
The bull turned, bellowed and ran…
1…2…Now!
He side-stepped. The bull in its frenzy rammed its horns inside a fallen building's steel reinforcement, jamming them.
"Bingo!"
He immediately jumped on minotaur's back and started climbing up to its head. The Minotaur sensing his supposed prey's intention, started to try and pull its head off the broken steel bars.
"Stay still you stupid Beef-head." Raymond shouted, plunging his sword inside the back of the beast. Unfortunately, the beast had heard that specific nickname courtesy to one specific demigod, Perseus Jackson, it made him angrier.
ROAR!
"Oh Shit…"
He didn't have much time as he was flung across the street and into a vendors' stall.
"Mm… Ice Cream."
He looked back towards his adversary. Its eyes red with rage, veins bulging and he was… missing a horn. He looked behind it to see the same horn still lodged inside the building's remains. He could work with that.
Pasiphae's Son charged. Raymond ran…in its direction.
"I'm going to get killed." He had only one chance. Unlike before he wasn't dodging a charging entity while he was stationary, he was confronting the entity head on. He had to be smooth and sleek in his movement.
The ground cracked below the Minitour's feet. Time slowed down… A haze came over his eyes. Something… someone was standing in front of him. The Minitour was replaced by a man in armour. Wavy brown hair under his helmet. He stood tall and strong. His eyes bearing not the look of a warrior but that of a man who was tired… of this fighting. Bodies on the sandy desert. Scorching heat sapping the strength of men on both sides. He found himself in a golden armour with black lines and splotches of blood.
I have to fight him… it is the only way. Greece depends on it.
What would he do?
Is this where I fall?
Such were the thoughts running through his head. Raymond tried his best to concentrate on the monster in front of him. But each time he would always see the same man.
"Why are you here?" Raymond asked. Words not his own escaped his tongue.
"I had asked the same…"
He had never met the man in his life… but no… maybe he had? An image of a blonde-haired man came up.
"I will answer you… just as you had answered me. I am here for my brothers. For Troy."
"Hector?"
"The one and the same."
"Our last fight on the beach had been interrupted." The now named Hector continued.
"Uh… Yes."
"You know… me nor my father crave conflict with Sparta."
"If so, why would your… 'oh so esteemed brother' abduct our Queen?"
"Lady Helen… my brother has different opinions about her. She is also being forced through Lady Aphrodite's interference."
"So… the Queen is just a plaything… to your brother."
"Yes."
"If so… why not just return her? If you are as great as the Trojans claim. And are the eldest of the royal line. You must have some pull with your father."
"You think I don't want that. My father doesn't? But should I even suggest so… not only do I lose face and credibility in front of Troy, but also my family. Troy would look weak in front of the entire world. You forget that we live in a Man's World. Going against my brother alone is one thing…when he has the backing of an Olympian goddess is another thing entirely. And what good would it do? Your King. He wants to conquer Troy all the same. The abduction is just an excuse for war. He doesn't care for his wife. His country. He craves power and conflict. You are just a means to an end. The Great warrior Achilles. The unkillable. The son of a Goddess. Should this war be over in our lifetime… which I highly doubt. You will then be just a 'loose' end. Which he will of course dispose of. You are a formidable warrior. But can your stand against an army?"
That question threw 'Achilles' off. Was his mentor-friend that hated? Were soldiers just tools and fodder to their kings? Achilles had been right in that regard. And also, in his opinion of politics being a pit of quicksand. The more you try to escape, the more you drown in its slushes of the sandy grains.
"I will deal with him… when the time comes. Like I told you and many before you… Agamemnon is not MY king." Words Raymond had heard somewhere before rolled again.
"I agree. I too would have not wanted the same. Alas, we find ourselves on opposite sides."
Raymond nodded. Both warriors steadied their blade and ran…
1…2…3…
Hector struck on Raymond left shoulder. Raymond's vision clicked back to the present.
He sides-stepped the Minitour. Spinning on his heel and continued towards the broken horn. The Minitour roared and dashed in its intended path.
"Fuck… come on!" Raymond shouted, trying to remove the horn from its lodged place in the broken wall.
The Minitour turned again.
ROAR!
If I can't un-lodge it… maybe he can. He faced his adversary. He was getting tired of the continuous running and extreme manoeuvring and knew he had to outwit the hulking monster. Because once he ran out of breath and strength, he would just be a "Kebab on a skewer."
Clink. His armour fell from his body. He immediately used his armour straps as a rope tying it to the crevices in the horn. The other end to his sword.
Now I wait…
He used the reinforcement as a springboard to jump over the charging bull at the last second. His sword leaving his hand, akin to a spear.
"Yes!"
ROAR! The sword was in its back. He had seen a YouTube video of Body builders with a large back trying and failing to remove a sticker on his back.
He turned in the air and hoped that the leather straps would hold the strain they would be put through.
CRACK! The horn was exhumed. Now!
Raymond grabbed the horn and descend on the monster's neck.
"YAA!"
ROAR! With that final roar, The Minotaur burst into dust.
Raymond fell on the ground in a heap.
"Ugh…"
"How does Perseus do this every day."
Location: Back with Percy
While Raymond was dealing with old Beef-Head. Percy was dealing with one of the signature monsters of Greek Mythology.
Medusa.
Oh, how he was coming to hate his father. Yup. Rule No. 1 to becoming a Greek God was punishing mortals for things that they had no control over. He would like to talk it out… like Naruto and his Talk no-Justus, he had recently started watching some anime. Between monsters, gods and immortals… tailed beasts and chakra were a nice little pass time.
But… his opponent had no such inclinations. She wouldn't listen and that left him with little to no options. Oh, of course he could use Blood bending. But he wanted to convince her to see past that hatred. Not add onto it. He used it initially against the unusual monster to get necessary information. Information that could have saved lives. He had made a gamble and he had lost it. Alongside valuable time. And lives. Each time he took up the mantle of leader. He hated it. Ever after two wars he hated it. One would think that, he would have come to accept it. But no! He hated it. Greater good and all that bullshit! First order of business… close his eyes. Up until know he had kept his gaze everywhere but in sight of Medusa's own.
Duck! Screamed his instincts! He compiled and ducked under a vicious swipe of Medusa's razor-sharp nails.
"Stay still sea spawn!"
"And Die?"
"Absolutely."
"Fine… if you don't want to talk. Then just listen."
"I don't have to comply to anything demigod."
He ignored her and continued "I am building an organization… for demigods, even immortals… hell the entire Greco-Roman Patheon. I would like you to join."
"Has sanity finally left you, demigod? Inviting even your enemies into your oh-so-precious half-blood band."
"I understand that you are angry at me and countless others… hell I would be too…" He was immediately interrupted by Medusa as she shouted back. "Understand…understand! You understand nothing! I have been cursed to this wretched existence because of a crime I didn't commit. I couldn't appeal to the goddess who I once served… neither to the eternal maiden who swore that she would protect all who were under her domain. A god who raped me and then left me with children whom I didn't want or know of until after my first death…by your namesake. And then if that wasn't enough, I have been hunted down from that day forth for sport… why? Because demigods like you wanted to share and bask in the glory of killing a monster killed by the son of Zeus."
Perseus knew that if he wouldn't have been in the process of defending attacks and swipes from his opponent and refraining from looking in her eyes, he would have his gaze lowered in shame. He couldn't refute to any of those claims. Since they were true. He had had these conversations a thousand times and more with himself, his allies… and his enemies. And each time he was lead at crossroads that he knew, he would one day face… no matter what.
As much as he wanted to just live a normal life… he knew war was coming. Against what? This new enemy… or old… since these enemies were in fact old. And of course, the Olympians. He didn't want to fight his father. Or Hestia. Even Hades… to some extent. Artemis… was another name that came up. He knew after years of continuous bombardment of Greco-Roman information… that the eternal maiden was her.
"Medusa…"
Something in his voice brought her out of her rant, "I know… that no amount of promises and words will convince you. Neither will any oaths. But please give me a chance to prove… through my actions. That I can at least make Demigods leave you alone for the remainder of your immortal life."
"I won't…" She whispered.
"What?"
"I WON'T!"
"Then you leave me with no choice… I would at least request you to think about it… while you are down there. And hopefully until you re-spawn I would have convinced you that we have changed…or at least the majority of us. Farewell Medusa. And I am Sorry."
"Wha…" that was all she could say before a sword of water beheaded her from behind.
"Well that the last of this lot…" as he saw the headless corpse of his serpentine adversary wither into dust.
BOOM!
"Ah…now to find the war-monger!"
Location: Acropolis, With Cato
11 minutes…
That's how long it would have taken to reach Acropolis if Cato would have been driving on a normal day. Little to no traffic and a couple of lights. All good…
Now! It was much more! Damn! How many monsters… no these abominations were kept between this port and a temple. He had lost count long ago. He could only hope that Raymond had a better chance against the Minotaur.
Thinking about Minotaur brought along thoughts about him meeting Perseus. If he would have been younger, he would have fanboyed after meeting The Percy Jackson… but he did not. In the face of crisis and his duty he knew that Percy Jackson under all that male bravado and toughened exterior was just another demigod. Albeit an unusually strong one.
He had a duty to his Sire and his Legion. To the City of New Rome. Meet and greet could be done after this battle was done. But his instinct told him that this battle was one of the many to come. Each one more dangerous and bloodier than the last. And unlike before demigods now had no clue of what and how exactly to proceed. Between the aftermath of the Second Giant War, Mars's escape, Attack on Athens and kidnapping of the Oracle… the current military both Greek and Roman were hopelessly and hilariously outgunned.
In a way he could blame Peace also as a likable cause of this very situation. Don't get him wrong… he loved peace. Afterall which demigod wouldn't want it. There was only one side effect of this… i.e., Incompetence. People in general became lax. They became careless. A dialog from the Harry Potter Series came in his mind. Constant Vigilance. Well not to the point of Paranoia. But you get the point.
The end of the giant war saw a boom in demigod population. He wondered how so many demigods had been kept in hiding by their respective sires. Could the end have been less bloody. Maybe Mars's wouldn't have betrayed Olympus. Maybe things would have ended on a far better note. Maybe…
ROAR!
Twip! He threw his spear at an incoming monster. The force of the spear pinning it to the wall behind.
"I must make haste…" The Oracle. He had to find her.
Location: Parthenon
"Mhm…" a muffled voice was heard in the shadows of the Great Parthenon. Mouth covered by a cloth and the limbs bound by rope. The Oracle… the current one sat in a corner of the dusty and dilapidated room observing it to find a way to escape.
"Oh. I see. You are awake my red-headed fortune teller." Heavy footsteps were heard as a shadow of a large man could be seen descending down the stairs under the light of the torches that have been lit in the passageway.
Red eyes gleamed in dark like a pair of rubies. Scrapping of a chair could be heard as its legs were dragged on the floor. The burly man dropped roughly on it and stared at woman before him.
"Rachel… Elizabeth… Dare."
"You may or may not have heard of me. I think it would have been as Mars. Annoying Fella, I tell you. That man has no regard for privacy. I mean come on! Can't a guy get laid. Huh? And most of the time it's like 'You shouldn't do this! It's our job to manage war! Not Cause it!'. You know what I say, 'Fuck That!'."
Rachel stared at the God as he ranted and raved about his… other better half for some more time. From what she could piece together… this here was Ares, the former God of War., who had the brilliant idea to cause more War. She absent-mindedly wondered if Percy's luck for landing into tight situations rubbed off on her.
"Girl… if that tiny mortal brain of yours has finished belittling me then let's talk."
"No… me first. Afterall you are bound and gagged. And I don't want to hear any quips that annoying Sea Spawn would have used." He outstretched his hand indicating Rachel to stay quiet.
"See... I have brought you here to keep annoyances away. But seeing as my army has been taking additional time to conquer this place, it would mean that said annoyances are still present. Back to the matter at hand… I know you are mal functioning. I also know that the annoying son of Poseidon is here and has been sent to retrieve you. Kidnapping you was honestly so easy. Athena was at least right about one thing when it came to Romans. They are arrogant."
Seeing that Rachel was mumbling something he removed the gag. Only for Rachel to spit on the ground and shout, "Say's the guy who lost to a 12-year-old kid."
SLAP! Ares immediately held her face inches from his own.
"If you want to live longer it will do you better to know to not antagonise me… girl. Unlike my family, I don't care about your position as Oracle. Remember that!"
With that said Rachel was gagged again and Ares stormed up the stairs.
"I need to get out of here…"
Location: Parthenon Southeast Entrance with Cato
"Fuck…" he cursed. This was getting ridiculous. He had thankfully taken a map of Acropolis dating back to the Vth Century B.C. before he left from New Rome. According to that, The Parthenon had 2 entrances, The north, more direct entrance that catered to the bulk of tourists and the southeast entrance that had more individual visitors that would come in the early morning before tourist groups started to file in.
His current plan was to enter through Dionysus theatre on the south slope of the Acropolis hill. He hoped that his adversaries didn't look down that hill as he was already at a disadvantage, he didn't want to fight an uphill battle. Once he would have reached the top, he would then make way to the Panagia I Spillotossa which if the map was right had a secret entrance which would lead him to the tunnels below the massive rock. This series of Entrance had been once used by the priests of the Temple to escape. He hoped that he could find the Oracle well and alive.
He crawled on the ground. As he arrived at the stage of the decrepit theatre, he saw a foot soldier sitting lazily under an umbrella. Just one. Something wasn't right. There were more. Mars…er…Ares had put more. Now how to draw them out?
He could go in guns blazing? Nah. To flashy and reckless. Come on think. Or he could take them out one by one. Another obstacle. How to find them and even if could. If any of those were found by the rest, he would be toast. And that not taking into account the sentries. He was going into unknown territory. He had studied stealth tactics with diligence and knew that any outpost…once he had taken this particular patrol down… if he could, would give him a mere 10-minute gap, after which the alarm would be rung, since the patrols wouldn't show up to the next outpost. Of course, he did not know if that's how it worked for them since they were not essentially Roman but he had to assume as such and has to plan for the worst possible scenario. So, to summarise… sneak in, take out guards one by one…if possible, delay the alarm, find the Oracle and sneak out. Simple. No. Not by a long shot.
Let's get to work.
He stealthily moved behind the man, sitting on the chair. No flashy dialogues. No bragging. Just one attack…
"Wha..." was all that man could say before he was stabbed in his neck with a knife.
"Shh...it will be over soon." Cato muttered as he dragged the man from his post and laid him behind a tree.
"Now for the others…" He could either hunt them down or he could play the waiting game. Let them come to him. But that would cut down on time he now had.
He looked up from his place. The theatre was surrounded by knee-length grass and shrubs. Bingo. That was both a place hiding and hunting. He could both hunt and be hunted there. But before he could reach, he had to cross the open space of the stage and the steps of the theatre. He would be wide open. Come on think. How could he get there?
If only he had one other person with him.
The other person.
His eyes widened and he looked back at the downed man. It couldn't be that easy, could it? Blood red armour and loin cloths. He started removing his own armour. He didn't have time to waste. He untied the fallen soldier's straps and started removing his armour and ew...loin cloths as well. You do what you gotta do.
A couple of minutes later…he was dressed in the same garb as that of the enemy.
"Let's get on with it…" he said slowly walking in from behind the tree.
"Idiot!"
Cato looked up from his position to see two others. One down the stairs and another crouching behind a broken stone chair.
"Where were you?!" Looks like the sun was indeed stopping him from getting a clear view of me. Now to act it out.
"I had gone to relieve myself. We have been patrolling for hours, Idiot."
"Well at least inform us… Lord Ares would have our hides for incompetence."
"By the Gods! Why is it taking so long for the patrols to come here?" I shouted back.
"Well… at least you just need to sit under an umbrella and stare off into space. Me and the boys do the real work. Don't whine! They will be here in about 10 minutes or so. Lazy ass!"
10 minutes as he had initially assumed.
Location: Parthenon, back with Rachel
It had been quite sometime since she had been here. She had played out different scenarios that would help her escape, but to no avail. There was nothing that could be used. She was bound and gagged; Ares saw to that. The torches were hung quite high, they might have helped.
There was of course just one window that was acting as a gateway to the sky above. When she had first awakened there were plenty of battle cries. Slowly they had all but dwindled down, leaving aside the occasional ones, probably the few lone spawns of Athena.
Ares had said that Percy and was sent by the Gods to handle the situation. It had been quite some time since she last saw him. She had seen him fighting Hercules and had even found out about his company, Humanitera.
Even if her Oracle powers were malfunctioning now, she did not need them to know that Percy had started this company, with one goal in mind, and that was to put demigods on the global front…and that included combating the enemies inside, outside and beyond the mythological spectrum.
Her hands were aching due to the continuous restrictions they were enduring. If only she could stretch her legs.
Wait!
The chair it was still there… she slowly wriggled to it. Using it as support she stood up still bound. Now she just had to break the chair…hopefully it would cause the chair to at least have one sharp edge. Enough for her to use it as a knife to break the confines.
1…2…3…
THWACK!
"Ahh!" she screamed as the pain of the small yet flat jump hit her, muffled under the gag.
She waited for the pain to subside and then turned again…there on far end of the room lie a piece of the broken wood…
She got to work.
10 minutes later
"Sigh… finally." Rachel sighed as the rope around her wrists and ankles broke. Slowly getting up she nursed her wrists and scanned the dungeon for any thing she could use to get out. She knew that the only entrance was obviously guarded. But the room was quite small and due to it how old it was crevices and cracks in its brickworks were natural. She could use it. Looking up she saw the window. It was quite high. A fall from that height would well... not kill her… but would leave her at least wounded.
She surveyed the corners of the small room. She couldn't of course use the corner in front of the door. That left the other two. She jumped on the right one used it as a spring board to jump again on the second. And then the process continued.
"Kill them…" a voice whispered in her ear.
The suddenness of the voice startled her and she lost her balance.
"Ahh…" she groaned as she hung of the one of the brick mortar ledges.
"W-what was that?" She asked herself. It looked like a vision. Were her powers coming back. No. That wouldn't be possible, they had lied dormant since the Giant War. And were usually more poetic and riddle like. Not this direct and from what she gathered; this was just a phrase… no more like an order.
"To hell with it…" she didn't have time play detective on her own visions. She had to get out. Probably find someone from Olympus's side and make it out the capital.
She fixed her feet in position as she looked up the barred opening. While the bars were quite strong, the wooden frame in which they were installed was quite weak. She had taken the remaining pieces of the broken chair with her. They could be used as a stabbing instrument in case of any confrontations.
Click…
"Shit."
"Hey red…!" boomed a voice. But stopped as the soldier saw the ropes and broken wood on the ground.
"Shit…"
"Don't look up. Don't look up." Rachel mentally prayed.
Creak…
"Fuck!" she shouted mentally.
"Hey… B-bitch!"
"Hey! Sorry! But the ambience isn't up to par!"
The soldier was so shocked that he gawked at the form of the Oracle. Grateful for the surprise factor she unhinged the window and was climbing when another vision hit her.
"I'll make sure send your bastard of a son, as well." Said a maniacal voice. A man in a biker outfit stared down the downed forms of 2 people. A third much smaller figure wrapped in a bundle of cloth, was wailing. She concentrated… the man was…Ares. And the people on the floor were… Sally and Paul. Paul seems to have been hit by blunt force on the neck. Killing him instantly. Sally was quivering.
"W-why are you doing this?! Who are you?"
"Hoh! He didn't say?" Ares replied. He grinned cruelly and sat on his haunches and stared in her eyes.
"I am Ares."
Her eyes widened as she realised.
"Before I go off to kill my father. I want to let you know that you are in this position because of your son. If your son wouldn't have interfered with me, you would have continued your happy little life. Well… without Perseus, seeing as he was supposed to die on his first quest…but anyway." He stood up and looked out the window. A subtle shift in the air.
"Boss." A voice exclaimed. Ares turned to the assassin in black. Another man in the same garb entered the room too.
"Our payment."
"Silence her and the babe."
The man in black moved towards Sally to complete the assignment," You many kill me but Perseus will come after you. He will. I know it. All of you!" She said with conviction.
"I know that. Let him. And he will fall, to me! And when he is taking his last breaths, then and only then will I tell him that I killed his parents. Well and his sister…" Squelch! A muted gurgle came form her mouth before returning to a lifeless expression. Ares looked towards the first assassin and continued.
"Can you hold this for a minute…" he handed him the war-hammer.
"You see. This is a high-profile assignment. After all, this is Sally Jackson. I didn't want to be untrustworthy and bought the money on hand. Makes transaction like these easier. No leads." As he said that he waved his hand in the air to make a simple cloth decoration spell. A whitish wheel formed on their chests and backs…
Now while the magic was simple it would take a couple of seconds to get off. The surprise made the other assassin lose concentration and he paused before he could kill the babe.
"Boys… nothing personal. You see. I don't want Perseus to come after me so soon. He has shown us that he can take on the Olympians. I don't like that. But I can wait some more time. Ciao." With that Ares disappeared.
"Wha…" The ground started shaking.
"That Son of a Bitch! He tricked us…Quick leave the babe. We have to get ou…" he was interrupted by a fist planting in his stomach and he smashed in the wall.
Rachel saw… Perseus. He immediately turned to the other assassin and threw his pen. The pen turned into a sword and pinned that man there. This… she realised. This was a vision of the past. The truth of that day.
"Wait…" Perseus immediately picked up the babe from the ground and brushed the hair away.
"Mom! he screamed. He hurried.
"Mom…wake up! Hey! Hey! Wake up! It Percy! Your Percy!" But he got no response. He cried and screamed but to no avail.
Shing! A metallic un sheathing was heard. He caught the knife. He turned and saw the men in… robes decorated with the wheel. Gaia's Wheel.
"She is dead. But I will send you to her. I swear on my mother's grave. I will send you to her."
"Perseus… listen!"
The sword on the ground returned to his hand as he carefully set the babe down and closed Paul and his mother's eyes with bloodied fingers.
"There is nothing to listen… this was Gaia's Plan. Assassination." He rushed to them.
Rachel watched as Percy rushed towards them and… as he tortured them. Not willing to listen to truth of what had actually happened. How not Gaia but Ares was responsible for his parent's murders.
"AHH!" a scream tore through her throat as her surroundings turned back to the dungeon walls. She looked down and saw a large cut from the spear of the soldier on the ground.
She had to escape.
"Come on! Break, damn it!"
CRACK!
"OH! You aren't goin… "was all the soldier could say before he was hit by the window frame.
"Bingo!" she climbed out the opening.
"Now where am I?"
"Sound the alarm!"
DING! DONG!
"Ah… shit!"
She immediately tore one of her sleeves and tied it to her wound.
Location: Parthenon Southeast Entrance with Cato
DING! DONG!
"What the…" the soldier exclaimed and turned. Alongside him, his companion also turned.
"The alarm has been sounded. You… take him and go see what it is."
"Perfect!" In queue the soldier beside him and walked up to a mark in the shrubs and kicked a…grassy net.
"Come, Idiot" As the third soldier got up to follow him, Cato immediately threw knives at them.
Pop! They fell!
Just as he was about to continue up the hill, a blade was rested on his throat.
"Should have called backup!" he peered to the side and faintly saw another outline of a fourth soldier.
"I suspected as such… Gray. He was an idiot but he never left his post without informing us in advance. So, either the alarm is sounded because of you or another attack has taken place. Lord Ares may know about it already. While he can't do anything about that. He could use you for information, Roman."
"You know…"
"Of course, I know…you are too disciplined. Greeks are not restricted to such ways. When you people train, it shows. Not only in the build, but also in the way you talk…walk." A faint glint was shown in the shrubs.
"There's another thing that is different about us."
"What that's?"
"We don't talk so much."
"Wha…"
Clink! The soldier dropped.
"You took your own sweet time…Raymond."
"Well, if I hadn't come. You would have been dead."
"I was waiting to make my move."
"The one to the morgue." He chuckled. He then followed up,
"Come on! Let's find The Oracle. And for Athena's sake, remove those garbs. You look hideous."
That's the end of this chapter.
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