CHAPTER 14: … MATCH
LOCATION: OLYMPUS (city of the gods)
On the mountain of Olympus, it was general knowledge that the formerly twelve, now fourteen Olympians were an indomitable force that were not to be trifled with unless one had serious opposing power in the form of Titans or Primordials on his/her side and even at that, one would be hard pressed to defeat them without serious effort.
The goddess Artemis was one of such indomitable beings and perhaps one of the harshest ones in existence making a good population of the godly mountain fear or at least be weary of her which was a feat in itself considering the fact that she was initially brought to the mountain as a child possessing no other title than Zeus' bastard daughter.
The keyword in the moon goddesses profile here is the word: 'was'.
Ever since theincident (it was bad enough that she was bed ridden for two weeks) the huntress had been nothing but a former shadow of herself, she refused to speak of the incident and somehow the council had been gracious enough to give her time to pull herself together.
That grace had expired an hour ago.
The silver eyed moon goddess stood from her seat shakily and then took an equally shaky step forward before flashing out of her palace and in a few short seconds reassembling on her seat of power in the Olympian throne room.
She paused and then took a good look at everything else at the room. At the end of her rather brief observation, she noted that every single Olympian had their favourite godly child or champion present… even Hestia had a champion by her side.
The council was oddly silent and all eyes were on her.
She rewarded them with silence.
Feeling the tenseness in the atmosphere, the god of the skies decided to break said tension by clearing his throat and speaking first.
"Artemis, we are still waiting for your explanation as to what or rather who attacked you" the lord of the skies spoke softly but firmly.
'No theatrics this time?' the moon goddess thought bitterly but answered the question nonetheless… after a good five minutes of silence.
She licked her suddenly dried lips.
And then she opened her mouth to speak. "It was Percy…" she paused and then stared off into space, "… I don't know how he snuck up on me, but somehow he did, and then… he set his fiends on me." Another bitter chuckle escaped her lips and the huntress wiped away hot tears from her eyelids, "They took turns violating me until my womb was filled with their vile semen… after that they cut my womb out and force fed me the semen straight from my womb."
Her face was as hard as stone at this point, "There's the story you've been pestering me for a month about, I hope it was of use to you" she stated coldly.
A thick silence pervaded the Olympian throne room as they all stared at the moon goddess with varying degrees of horror. Every single one of them stared at the stone faced huntress as if expecting her to crumble into a crying mess once more (a state she was once constantly in as at the time she was in Apollo's care).
The silence stretched on for an even longer period, as the Olympians attempted to digest the information they had just been fed. After what seemed like a lifetime of silence, Zeus finally spoke up, "Are you certain that this individual was Perseus Jackson?" he asked calmly, but the rumbling of thunder in the background contrasted sharply with his apparently calm demeanor.
The moon goddess simply nodded.
The sky god's nostrils flared and lightning flashed in his eyes and with minimal he slammed his master bolt on the armrest of his throne.
A bright flash of lightning flashed through the throne room filling the enclosed space with enough white light to temporarily blind its occupants (with the exception of Apollo) and once they regained their sense of sight, they beheld the goddess of victory, Nike, kneeling before the king of Olympus.
The sky god's voice was smooth, steady, crisp, calm and without bite of any sort as he doled out his orders, "Locate Perseus Jackson, subdue him by any means necessary and bring him to me alive" he ordered in a tone so cold, everyone present couldn't help but shiver in dread.
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The wraith grinned and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
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Blood.
Natasha throughout the course of her carrier never thought that she could see so much blood in one place at a go.
That on its own was an achievement in itself considering the fact that she had seen some of the worst humanity has to offer.
The red head tried to wipe off the blood that had gotten on her lips only to grimace as all she succeded in doing was getting more blood on her face. Her face snapped to the side as Sam Wilson landed right beside in his Falcon exoskeleton, he too (unsurprisingly) had a disturbed expression on his face as he surveyed the carnage before him.
"I think I'm going to be sick" he mumbled to himself, a promise he diligently kept to as the sound of a door sliding open while being accompanied by a wet squelching noise a noise that was present due the sheer amount of human entrails that were clogged up in its sliding grooves.
Percy walked out of the door with a certain swagger in his step and Natasha was ninety nine percent sure that a dopey smile was on his face.
The half blood hummed a merry tune as he surveyed the scene of blood and and human organs before him, before turning to regard the remnants of his 'borrowed troops'. He mentally noted that of the hundred and ninety something men that Ezeugo lent him, only twenty five or thereabout remained.
A low whistle escaped his lips, turns out that he underestimate the reptile wannabes called HYDRA, they were not as incompetent as he gave them credit for.
Not that he could congratulate them or anything, you know considering the fact that they were all strewn all over the hellicarrier and serving a new purpose as an impromptu paint job.
He pulled the mask of his face and cracked his neck before addressing his allies, "You guys might wanna get the fuck off this ship before shit really hits the fan" he stated calmly making the hired guns look at each other in confusion.
Natasha and Steve (whom had emerged some time later) however swung into action and began ushering them (quite hurriedly in fact) into the carrier that had materialized by the hellicarrier's nside the moment Percy made his statement.
They had known the half blood long enough to know that he was practically a walking premonition machine.
Turning to his left, he discarded his mask (ha had tons of them)… and then quickly strafed to the right to avoid the metal arm that smashed into the ground where he once stood.
Percy stared at the winter soldier for a few moments before a slight frown appeared on his face, "You know, this could have been a fun, and quite frankly, awesome boss fight until the part where you decided to attempt blindsiding me" he stated blandly.
The winter soldier said nothing and instead got into a fighting stance.
Percy's frown deepened, "I guess this is the part where the kiddies gloves come off" he concluded.
The winter soldier tensed… before having his breath knocked out of his lungs, courtesy of a rather nasty shoulder tackle to the gut, and was sent flying before his flight was cut short as he felt his left foot being grabbed and he was re-oriented with the metal floor of the hellicarier as he was slammed back first into it.
His suffering was not yet over as he was spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees before being launched into a wall hard enough to leave a human shaped dent in it.
The super human hurriedly got on his feet and immediately regretted it as a wave of nausea washed over and he coughed up blood, he was given no reprieve whatsoever as he received a brutal Sparta kick to the chest that sent him through the same wall that his body had left a dent in.
Before he could land, he was grabbed by the scruff of his shirt and dragged forward where he muffled his scream as he was head butted in the nose with enough force to displace the appendage from its original position.
Another head butt followed the first, on his forehead this time, and the winter soldier swore as he felt his skull crack. Another head butt connected to his already damaged nose making it spurt more blood, a fourth head butt connected to his forehead making stars explode behind his eyes before he was unceremoniously dropped on the floor and then kicked in the ribs with enough force to send him skidding.
Now in a world of pain, the only motion the winter soldier could manage was to roll on his back as blackness surrounded his field of vision and threatened to consume him.
The face of Percy Jackson was the last thing he saw…
"Good fucking night motherfucker"
… before a boot slammed into his face sending him into the realm of unconsciousness.
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Percy stared at the unconscious form of the winter soldier for a minute, he could have killed the asshole and gotten it over with but he guessed that the asshole could prove useful in the future… that and Steve would probably give him shit over killing his best friend.
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Oh come on, he knew that the winter soldier was Bucky Barnes from the moment he first saw him, he could read mortal minds for Christ's sake, he just decided to withhold that little tidbit of information for the time being.
Quite frankly, the guys head was messed up and it would take some time for Percy to get his head back in proper working order.
He'd cross that bridge when he got there, but for now he just froze the guy in a block of ice (the clouds provided enough water for the task) and teleported him to a relatively safe location.
Stretching his limbs to relieve some tension in them, the half blood took a few more seconds to survey his macabre artwork with the last surviving hellicarrier as his canvas, once he deemed the sight gruesome enough then he allowed a small smile to grace his features.
Tapping his index finger on the comm. link in his ear, he contact the SHIELD director whom immediately responded.
"Before you add high blood pressure to you already long list of health defects that undoubtedly arise from being the director to a covert organization, I'm just calling to let you know that your mother ship is still running" Percy assuaged the director in a tone so dry that anyone listening to him would feel their mouths getting dry.
Smirking slightly at the (almost silent) relieved sigh that escaped the director's lips, the half blood terminated the connection.
Chancing one more glance at his work of art the demigod promptly teleported away from the hellicarrier.
The damn thing had an auto pilot, besides wasn't his problem anymore.
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The half blood emerged at the SHIELD underground makeshift base with a disturbingly all too familiar off kilter smile on his face, the smile dropped off his face the moment he stepped into the dank funny smelling facility, and noticed that only Fury, Natasha and Steve were present.
Oh Sam was present too.
"Where's the rest of your skeleton crew" Percy asked dryly as he noted the absence of human life around the area.
"There securing the rest of our terrestrial and aquatic bases" the director stated in a clipped manner before narrowing his eyes in suspicion, "and they all reported fighting the HYDRA operatives with the blood merchant fighting alongside them"
"… I don't owe you a list of what I can and can't do Fury, deal with it" his attention turned to Natasha "Come on, Nat let's get outta here, I get a feeling that Pietro's broken something already" he stated.
The red head gave him a look that he understood to simply mean one thing.
'We need to talk'
"Well this can't be good" the half blood thought dryly.
AN: This is not betaed, my apologies for that, but this update is a by product of when a certain friend of mine is careless with his Wi-Fi password ;)