I know its been a long time since I've updated, but it seems that teachers are all rising against us poor students by giving us impossibly large amounts of homework and project...as well as studies...( i'm actually starting to think if they all get together to decide on which week they will all be giving us the exams...which is not fun when you have five exams, all in the same week, and all worth 40 of your semester!)

So, I know this chapter is short, and badly written, since I was kinda rushing through it, but I hope you'll still like it!

Disclaimer: No.

The skies of New Olympia where dark with rain-filled clouds as a howling wind rushed between the tall skyscrapers.

No one was outside, since it would take you only about two minutes to get drenched.

No one, that is, except a young man running through the streets, not caring about when he stepped into a puddle.

He was soaked from head to toe, and his purple cowlick stuck to his forehead. In his hand he held what seemed to be a dog leash, but was in fact much more deadly.

In his eyes showed determination, as well as anger, fear of a loss, and hate. He was tracking something- or someone, down...and he wouldn't quit until he found it.

When he came to an intersection between the main road and a small street, Archie paused, letting his warrior sense guide him.

Sensing the disturbance of air to his right, he turned and resumed running down the alley, intent on catching the one who had nearly killed his wife and unborn children.

Cautiously walking in the dark and dimly-lit alley, he was careful not to step on any pieces of glass.

A soft whistling in the air warned him of an oncoming projectile. Easily ducking aside, he crouched down and jumped as high as he could, flipping in mid air to land behind the cloaked figure that had thrown him a piece of shrapnel.

"Pan..." He snarled.

Turning around to face Archie, Pan lifted his right arm, revealing a sharp knife, the light of the streetlamps glinting off its killing sheath.

Lunging at Archie, Pan swung the blade in a great arc, aiming for the warrior's neck.

Dodging aside, Archie pulled out his whip, swinging it around his head; he lashed it out in pan's direction.

The whip caught the god in the side, opening a large gash.

Unsurprisingly, no blood came out, since he was a god. But though the wound was not deadly, it still hurt very much.

Hissing in pain, the god concentrated on closing the wound, flowing energy for it to stitch up.

"You will pay for that, mortal..." he snarled. Running at Archie, he gave him a roundhouse kick. Grabbing his ankle, Archie easily swung him around in a circle, throwing him up to a trash bin.

Grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, Archie swung him around again, throwing him to a brick wall. Jumping as high as he could, he landed on Pan's chest, knocking the air out of him.

Trying vainly to stand up, the demented and injured god lunged at Archie again, only succeeding in getting punched in the face, sending him flying yet again into the trash bin.

Obviously, Pan was not a fighter, and he had made the wrong choice of attack mode, especially when he was fuelled by hate and rage.

Calmly walking up to him, Archie leaned down on one knee, approaching his lips to the god's ear, he whispered in a hoarse voice,

"This is a warning, Pan. Keep away from me and my family, especially my family. Atlanta had a choice all those years ago, but she chose me. Let it go. Forget about her. If I ever see you again, I will kill you, so keep out of my sight."

Standing up to his full height, he gave Pan one last kick, before walking away, heading for the hospital, leaving the bruised and broken Pan behind him.