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Chapter IV
Your Hat is Soooooooooooo Lame. And Could You Get This Head to Stop Noming on Me? Thanks
Funny. Percy had once considered dreams fickle. He had once regarded them as nothing more than entertainment for his sleeping mind. Now, he knew better. There was so much more to them. They were capable of so much. Every night, millions of people rested, dreaming. They could be imagining a million different, countless things. Endless possibilities! And it was funny how they thought their dreams were all their own. That no one else could possibly be privy to such a personal thing.
He found it hilarious how wrong they were. Oh, it was so much fun to walk amongst the unsuspecting mortals, sneaking into their subconscious thoughts, where anything was possible. Their deepest, darkest wish could become reality. A shameful lust could be seen in a completely acceptable light. They could elope with a sloth who favored wearing socks and live happily ever after.
And oh, how fun it was to toy with their little dreams. He couldn't describe how pleasing it was to see a happy, rainbow and vodka filled dream go to a dark, moonless night, lost in the woods, hungry creatures prowling about.
Though, he himself didn't like dreaming. It was boring. There was nothing he could do to his own dreams while he slept to make them more interesting, like he found he loved doing with the imaginations of mortals.
Nope, he had to sit through his boring, seemingly normal subconscious thoughts. Though, he supposed sitting at a table whilst wearing a blue and white dress, completely with headband, while Luke sat across from him, looking quite moody in his ribbon-decorated top hat while he sipped his tea.
Percy groaned, flopping back into his chair, adjusting his headband. "Borning! Boring boring boring! You! Mousy, dance!" Percy said, pointing at a mouse on his left who had been reading a thick novel labeled Quantum Physics.
"I don't dance." The mouse sniffed, his voice so low pitched it resonated.
Percy pouted, and turned to the the little blond girl on his right. Her head was tilted to the side, and her milky white eyes gazed blankly at the back of the mouse's book. She had rabbit ears sticking out of her head, and as she turned her head towards Percy, she smiled, even as blood started to run from her eyes.
"Tick tock, tick tock, three mice ran up the clock…" She murmured, giggling as her gaze transfixed upon the mouse once again.
Percy huffed. He turned accusing eyes on Luke, frowning. "Why're you here? You abandoned me, like, a month ago when you died." Percy said, turning upside down in his chair. His dress fell, revealing baby blue stockings that reached his thigh and flared, but he couldn't care, even as his head hung underneath the table.
He noticed that whatever store dream Luke was getting his pants at, they were damn nice. The shoes too. Both were nice, black, the pants pressed and the shoes sleek.
Luke gazed sadly at him, though Percy couldn't see it. "I'm sorry I did this too you." He spoke softly, voice sorrowful. Percy flipped back over, observing Luke who sat like a kicked puppy. Percy raised an eyebrow.
"What exactly did you do to me? Put me in this dress? I quite like it, actually. The headband is nice, keeps the hair out of my face. I think I'll start wearing them on a regular basis." Percy murmured, petting his hair, which in defiance from being help back poofed out in a mane of hair behind the hairpiece, curly locks spreading and fanning out. Percy absentmindedly twirled a long lock of hair on his finger.
Luke shook his head, lowering his face into his hands in seemingly anguish. "Can't you see? Can't you see it all?" He asked. Though instead of the slightly watery voice Percy expected to hear, Luke spoke with a laugh in his voice. He raised his head, eyes glowing bright green. He giggled and jumped in his chair, and Percy smiled widely. "You're insane, because of me." He spoke in a hushed voice, whispering loudly as they were rather far apart.
Percy scoffed, standing in his chair. He hopped onto the table, spinning as he swirled his dress around, paying no mind to the food on the table, nor the blond girl or the mouse. "I'm not insane. Why would I be insane? How could you even cause such a thing? Yes, I'm still terribly hurt by your death, but hey, torturing people in their sleep via dreams is fun, so it's cool." Percy said, shrugging.
Luke smiled widely, climbing gracefully onto the table as well. "C'mon, you're smarter than that, I know you are. Surely you've put the pieces together, and are just ignoring them?" Luke asked, eyes glinting as he offered his hand in dance.
Percy scoffed at the hand, continuing his one-man-dance that consisted mainly of twirls to accent the folds in the dress.
"I've not the slightest clue what you're talking about. And you're top hat isn't nearly fancy enough for me to accept your hand."
"Would you prefer I spell it out for you? If you refuse to admit it to yourself, perhaps you'll take the cowardly route and let your subconscious tell you in disguise." Luke said, sneer in place. Percy shrugged.
"If that makes you happy. I'm rather content in the knowledge that I look amazing in a dress. They're so fun! Look at me spin, Luke!" Percy laughed joyously, falling off the table and into the pale arms of the girl. He sat there calmly, legs dangling over the chair leg as he stared at Luke. He ignored the girl, who had decided nibbling gently on Percy's gloved hand would be fun.
Luke picked up the mouse, who squeaked in indignation as his book fell. Luke squeezed the mouse in his hand roughly, and it ceased to make noise, causing a satisfied smile to adorn Luke's face. "I was a Guardian, Percy. I know you figured that part out at some point." He sent a pointed look in Percy's direction, but the only indication that Percy was listening to him was him shushing the girl, but still didn't bother to pull his hand from her grasp.
"Perhaps you never figured out which God I was, but I know you knew. I assume you remember what I told you when I first started watching over you, about five years ago? About what happens when a Guardian takes their stance over a child?"
Percy frowned, tilting his head in his direction. "Vaguely."
Luke rolled his eyes, playing with the limp mouse in his hands, swinging it back and forth while holding onto its tail. "Yes, well, when my powers transitioned to you, it was a bit too much. You're insane now, with a hearty arsenal of abilities at your side, I must say. Honestly I'm scared for those that crossed you." Luke giggled.
Percy smiled, his head hanging limply upside down over the arm of the chair. The girl had moved on from nibbling gently onto his gloved hand to the flared fabric of the ruffle around his shoulder. A giggle soon escaped him. "So I'm a lunatic, yeah? Oooohh, that's a fun word. Lunatic, lunatic. Loony-lunatic. Loony-Luna. Loony-Luna! I like that name. Luke, call me Luna, will you?"
Luke smiled, hopping off the table. "Why of course, your Majestic Lunacy."
"Oh wait, Luke! You said you were a minor God, yes? Which one?" Percy asked, sitting up and dislodging the girl. She hissed as him, revealing sharp fangs, but went back to her nibbling when Percy shushed her.
A sneaky smile crept onto Luke'a face. "Guess."
A pout encased Percy's features. "NO! I DON'T LIKE GUESSING! TELL ME NOW!" He shouted, arms flailing and hitting the girls head, knocking it off her shoulders. She wailed and her arms and body attempted to get up to chase after it, but Percy refused to move.
Luke frowned, dropping the mouse as though it was something disgusting. It made a soft, squishy sound as it hit the floor. "Fine then. My name is Loki, God of Mischief." He said, a snarl to his features.
Percy tilted his head, and started giggling. "Loki. I like that name. Almost as much as I like Luna. Hmm, rather close to Luke, isn't it? Luki. Loke. Luke-Loki, Loki-Luke, ahahahhahaha," Percy trailed off into insane giggles, slumping back into his chair. The girls headless body threw him off of her, and Percy continued to laugh, harder and harder as he watched the body chase after the wailing, blood stained head.
Percy sat in a small restaurant in Vegas, sipping on his lemonade peacefully while munching on some fries. We swung his legs lightly while patiently waiting for his dinner partner to arrive. He played with the food on his plate. All that was left of the burger that had been there was a mutated tomato. He hated tomatoes.
He didn't have to wait long. Ares arrived, stomping off his motorcycle and swaggerishly taking off his sunglasses as he walked into the building. Upon spotting Percy, he froze. Percy gave him a cheery smile and patted the table in signal.
He knew Ares would be here eventually. He had realized it was one of the God's more favored hangout places, and knew that if he just waiting and meandered until the God arrived, it would be worth it.
Percy smiled a feral smile as the God sat in front of him with a loud, angry huff. "What do you want, Jackson?" Ares growled. Percy could feel the angry vibes coming off him in waves. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, a couple arguing heatedly, and in the back it seemed like a fight was going to break out. He felt the waves of negative emotion tempting him, persuading him to get angry, to become irrational and brash. Percy smiled and brushed them off. They only worked on the ones who had a sense of stability in their lives.
"Nice to see you again too. How have you been? Aphrodite been treating you well?" Percy chatted, smile never leaving his face as he munched on a fry.
Ares glowered. "You got some nerve, punk."
"I have lots of nerves. They give me reflexes by connecting to my spinal cord. They are also in my gums, and they help me feel sensations. So yes, I have nerves. Thank you for noticing." Percy said with a small smirk, and Ares growled.
"Why, I oughta-"
"Go ahead. Try. I'd love to see the attempt." Percy challenged, raising an eyebrow, only serving to piss Ares off further
"Kid, I could squish you like a bug with the snap of my fingers. You'd do better than to piss me off-"
"Then why don't you do it? You obviously have a large amount of disdain for me."
"I'm not doing it because I don't want to be banned from my favorite restaurant. I happen to like this form, thank you very much." Ares snapped. Percy smiled.
"Then why don't we go somewhere else?"
Ares snorted. "As much as I'd like to kick your ass to into the ground, I don't feel like leaving, and I'd like to see you try to get me to leave."
Percy rolled his eyes. "Since when have the Gods become lazy?" He murmured to himself. Sighing as though a great weight was on his shoulders, Percy snapped his fingers.
They re-materialized amidst a clearing in a very green forest. Ares fell back, shouting in utter surprise while Percy managed to catch himself-just barely. He was still getting used to that thing he had accidentally discovered he could do. That had been fun.
"Alright, we're here. Care to, what did you say? 'Kick my ass into the ground'? You have no chance of being kicked out of your favorite dining area now. Please, help yourself." Percy goated, spreading his arms out.
Ares stared at him in horror for a second, before slowly getting to his legs. "What are you, Jackson?"
"Not sure. Still figuring that out. But it's fun." Shrugging, Percy plopped down onto the ground. "You have a free shot. Do you plan to take it?" Percy inquired. "I don't have all day, you know. If I'm going to be obliterated, I'd like to have it done quickly, you know? Busy busy busy." Laughing, Percy smiled, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
Ares stared down at Percy. A small, sinister grin came to his face. He cackled. "Wow. You actually want to die. Didn't expect that. Was the death of your lover too much on you?" Ares mocked, and Percy's laughing grin vanished.
"Oh, so now you're angry. Glad I was able to wipe that annoying smirk off your annoying face." A spear materialized in Ares hand.
"No."
Ares faltered. "No? No what, Jackson? Change your mind? I'm not sorry to say it's too late for that."
"No, Luke wasn't my lover. He was my best friend."
"Same thing. Everyone knew you were gay for each other. I'm just glad I was able to wipe one more homo off the earth. Good riddance."
Ares cackled, and Percy was on his feet in a flash. "Do you really think that's the best thing to say to me?"
"Not like it matters. You're just a puny...whatever-it-is you are. Doesn't matter. You're going to be dead either way." Ares shrugged. He smiled, and lifted the spear. "Ready to die? No? Good." Laughing, Ares chucked the spear at Percy.
"How about no?"
Ares laughing was abruptly cut off as his spear stopped mid air. It was now floating lightly, drifting and swaying. The spear turned itself around slowly, coming around to point at Ares directly. Ares backed up. The spear hurtled towards him, and the God flinched, but the spear vanished a millimeter before hitting him.
Percy smiled. "I don't have much care for the gory side of things." He commented lightly, before Ares felt a stabbing pain in his head. "I like the….mental approach, better. I find it more accurate."
Ares screamed in agonizing pain as his brain seared, feeling as though it was melting within his skull. Every bad memory, every bad thought, bad experience, replayed in his head, torturing him. Things that hadn't even happened, things that he feared to experienced flashing in front of him. His hopes, his dreams, his idols and his best experiences played, and it was as though they were being thrown into a fiery inferno.
In fact, it felt as though his whole body was on fire. As though he was being roasted alive, charred to nothing more than a heated ember.
He screamed and screamed and screamed until his throat became raw. He had fallen to the ground some time ago without realizing, and now he could do nothing but wheeze in pain and writhe on the grassy floor.
Percy smiled, towering over the God. The spear re-materialized. Percy contemplated letting the God suffer for a few minutes longer, but if he waited too long his brain would melt too much, and then that would kill him, which was no fun. Percy was going through all the effort, he should be the one to kill the God while he was paralyzed in torture at Percy's hand.
Percy raised his weapon-laden hand. Poising it over the Gods head, Percy cackled. He drove the spear into Ares head with an insane smile on his face. Tremors shook the body for several seconds, before it slowly grew still.
Percy didn't stay around to watch it slowly disintegrate as golden ichor spilled out of the head wound. Instead, he left with a snap of his fingers, his cackles and the sounds of Ares' screams still reverberating throughout the forest.
The first kill...
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