Hey guys, Jasmin here. Obviously. Who else would it be? My evil twin? I am the evil twin so, there ya go. Anyway, hugs and kisses to everyone that gave me reviews! Or if you prefer, I can give you a cookie then rip it out of your hands and run away laughing. I think ill do the second one. That's just my capricious nature taking over.
Disclaimer-there is no ownage here….until I steal all rights from Rick! I'm going to dress like a ninja and-hang on. There's someone at the door…….damn. it's the FBI coming to stop me. I don't own PJO!
Kiley's POV
This was so easy. That child, for a half blood of 17 or 18, was a stupid one. How could he fight monsters for a living and not suspect me at all? Doesn't he ever look up or does he think he rules where ever he walks? How like half bloods to think they own every thing they touch. Well Kiley Jackson would soon teach him different.
I gripped the shingles on the edge of the building I had been running atop without a sound to echo in a mouse's ears. I was too good at what I do. Next to me was Erin, also sitting on the edge, her legs bent so high over her knees touched her ears and her arm hung loosely over the edge. She looked like a bored dog ready to pounce at any moment. On the buildings across the street Brennion and Nate sat just like us, watching the half blood below walk down the wet street. We were waiting for him to duck into the ally way we were suspended over. His apartment was down this way. Idiot. Why would he, someone that gets attacked for a living, choose an ally way for a door step? I shook my head and brought my focus back to the blond son of Apollo flirting with some girl. I looked over the way at Brennion. He was looking at me, three fingers held up. He made a forward notion. I nodded swiftly and got up from my crouch, only to run in a low crouch across the roof top. Erin followed. Now we were directly over him, looking down on him was easer that way. Nice call Brennion.
The boy was really flirting with this girl. He was moving closer and kissed her. He pulled away quick. Nice move. I hate guys like him. The girl didn't share my option. She grabbed his hand and toted him across the street, shutting the door behind them as they entered her apartment.
"Crap!" I whispered rather loudly. I felt Brennion's eyes on me so I turned to see him. He was pointing at something. I followed his line of sight to a rusted fire escape on the side of the building Erin and I were on. Right.
"Down you go Erin, I'm right behind." Erin nodded and, like an expert, jumped off the side of the building without hesitation. Once flying through the air she grabbed on to the railing with one hand to guide her and slid down the railing. That only worked because her boots had metal soles incase she needed to grind down rails or kick someone with three inch steel. Her feet hit solid pavement and she turned in the street to look up at me. My signal to come down. I jumped.
Something went wrong though. When I grabbed the rail and set my feet on the twisted rebar it ripped in half where rust's menacing teeth has chewed nearly all the metal away. I falling through air from six stories up. I kept trying to grab another piece of metal on the mangled fire escape but I was moving to fast now. Every time I would it would rip in half in my hands. I knew I wouldn't die if I hit. I would land on my feet and both my legs would snap under me. Not a pleasant thought. Flailing, my hand caught something and nearly ripped my shoulder out of its socket. The ledge of a window that music floated out of. I managed to swing my other arm up and get a better hold of the ledge. Damn. This wasn't suppose to happen.
"Kiley! Drop down! I'll catch you!" Brennion's voice wafted up the side of the building and mingled in my mess of stargazed thoughts to get out of this. I never knew why but I always had this stubborn pride about me. I could get myself out if this mess, I didn't need anyone's help. But Brennion…he always seemed to make that pride melt away. So needless to say, I let go of the ledge and put my trust in him.
Him catching me was like falling on a rock. His muscles made no soft cushion. But mine didn't for him either. He fell back when I hit his arms and I was laying on his chest. It was the closet I had ever been to Brennion. Well, since we were little kids anyway. The four of us, Brennion, Erin, Nate and I, used to build sheet houses on my bed and we would very often fall asleep together. But once his voice got deeper and his baby fat disappeared replaced by fine cut muscles, we didn't do that anymore. Like I said, he barely acknowledged me. Which is why he threw me off of him, rather hard, and stood up, glaring.
"Idiot." He said then walked away towards the building the half blood has entered, with Nate following close behind. Erin growled.
"If you didn't like him I would kick his a-"
"I know Sis. I know." I smiled up at her and held out my hand. She rolled her eyes and pulled me to my feet. Her eyes fell on the ripped part of my jacket where a piece had clipped me while I was falling apparently. It was wet with blood. She sighed. That was her way of saying, "Kiley, I'm worried about you but I'm going to ignore it until we finish what we came here to do." Twin's just know that kind of stuff.
The boys were sitting on the steps waiting for us. Nate shirtless in a pair of black cargo pants, hidden blades in various places and Brennion in a black trench coat and grey pants. All of us wore combat boots. They just made you feel more assassin-y.
"Took long enough. They are probably already in the process of doing it. I hate killing people while they are doing it. It's so weird." Nate said, smiling. Erin rolled her eyes. Only I knew what that meant. Because I was her twin. That meant, "God I love you." But if I ever mentioned it to her she would kick me very hard to wake me up for school for months after. So I didn't.
"Can we just get this over with!?" Brennion was always agitated these days. I sighed. I miss the way her used to be. Erin flipped him off which meant sure, lets go.
Though we loved and hated each other, we were a team from birth. We were made to work together. I just know it. Brennion and I ran up the stairs (what assassin used an elevator!?) ahead of Erin and Nate, who crept slowly behind us. They we clean up crew. See, we had a system. Brennion and I would go ahead and kill the person then Erin and Nate, after introducing everyone in the place to chloroform and the next morning the worst hangover know to man, would come up and dispose of the body and any witness in the room. Brennion and I were good at our job, even if it was the easy one, and Nate and Erin were good at theirs. Brennion grabbed my wrist to stop me. I pulled away from his grip as fast as I felt his touch. It made me feverish. He rolled his eyes and pointed ahead.
We had entered a hall with about six doors in it, each with a different door mat. Not that that meant anything. I just took notice of it.
"Which one?" I whispered. He bent down, seeing as he was about 5 inches taller than I, and I felt his lips touch my ear.
"I don't know," His voice so close to my head it made me dizzy, "Listen for them. I'm sure we'll be able to hear." Then he pulled away and strode down the hall, leaving me standing there, dizzy and lightly touching the place his lips had just made contact. I swear he did that just to mess with me. I bit my lip and went back to work. A couple doors made no sound so I ruled them out. Another I heard a man singing opera. Very badly I might add. I was walking to the fourth one on the left side when Brennion made a hissing sound to get my attention. He pointed at a pinkish brown door and beckoned me over.
At first I heard nothing but the silence of two people standing in a hall listening to a door. But then voices rose. Someone was talking. I couldn't really make out what they were saying but Brennion was persistent that this was the one so I nodded for him to open the door. He did so slowly so not to make any noise or dead giveaway that we were there. I stayed close to Brennion so we could both fit through the small opening he had created. The door was shut soundlessly.
Slowly we crept to the bed that was around the entrance hall. Two people lay in it. The blond boy and a red head girl. They were talking quietly. The girl was playing with something on her finger. Something shiny. I didn't bother with it. I didn't have time for details, dinner started in 30 minutes and we well over an hour away from where we lived. Brennion tapped my shoulder twice which meant quick kill. I nodded and dropped to crouch, slowly putting left foot before the right. I reach the foot of the bed, standing no higher than the bed it's self, and quick as a snake I grabbed his ankle and pulled him from the bed. The girl screamed. The guy attempted to kick me but I pushed up on his leg so that his joints were under my control and under to much pressure. He knew that if he moved his leg would break. Brennion quickly had the girl under his disposal, a knife pressed to her neck. After that the guy didn't fight. We all stood at the same time, Brennion pushed the knife deeper into the girl so that trace amounts of blood would trickle down her neck. He wasn't going to kill her. It was just a threat to the man. The man I had my stomach pressed against and under his ear.
"Please don't hurt her," He was awkwardly calm, as if none of this bothered him except her being hurt, "Please. You can do whatever you want with me, just don't hurt her." I choked on air. I was told half bloods showed no compassion. None. So how was it this son of a god was willing to die for a woman? There was only one clear answer. He loved her. But that too stumped me. Half bloods couldn't love. They were too evil. But….they truly loved each other. The look of intense passion that was flowing between them was true enough to prove it. The shiny object on the girls finger caught my eye. It was a ring. A small silver band with a sturdy little diamond on it. I glanced at Brennion.
His jaw was set hard and his eyes were full of anger. I was stalling the kill. By his rights I should have killed the man already. Which was true. I had been thinking so I had forgot to pull the blade down. But I couldn't kill him now. Not since I had made this discovery. Or at least, not in front of her I couldn't.
"Brennion, put her to sleep-"
"No!" The man screamed. I kneed him in the ribs. Shut up or he's going to kill her you idiot!
"Lay her on the bed." I didn't wait his response. I drug the man into the hall and listened as Brennion hit the girl on top of the head with the pommel of his knife. His quiet footsteps followed.
"Remind me again why we put her to sleep?" Brennion was agitated. I didn't care. He hated me anyway, this wasn't going to affect anything. I threw the man to his knees though it wasn't necessary. He was willing. He sat on his knees in front of me, I just pushed him for my own benefit. So I wouldn't feel so guilty for doing this.
"Thank you." His voice was nearly a whisper but proud none the less. Just that made me stop mid swing. Brennion's voice buzzed in my ear, screaming things. But I couldn't understand it. My head was a battlefield right now. The man pulled his head up and we locked eyes. They were blue like little pools of water with sun shining on them. But that's not what made me drop my sword. It was the bravery in those eyes about to never be used again. He knew he was going to die but he wasn't afraid at all. He was respecting me even with me about to kill him in the lowest way. He gave me respect. Me. The bringer of his end. He nodded and I felt tears. He knew. He knew who I was and what I was doing. He knew I had to kill him. And for that I respected him more than I did myself. I nodded back.
"One thing," He said, slipping a necklace off and holding it up, "It would be a shame to get this all bloody. Give it to her after I'm dead and gone would ya?" I studied it for a while, careful not let my barriers be penetrated again, then slowly pulled it from his grip.
"I promise." I whispered. He smiled with a nod then dropped his head. Still I couldn't kill the man. And I knew that before I had taken him into the hall. I slammed the sword into Brennion's chest so hard he lost the air in his lungs through an "umph!" I left him with a glare and strode into the apartment to the girl asleep on the bed. Thankfully she was wearing a shirt but it was cold outside so I threw a blanket on her, whipped the blood off her face, and tied the necklace around her neck.
"I'm so sorry." My last words before shutting the lights off and leaving. Her fiancé was all over the hall, on the walls and staining the carpet. I felt sick. Brennion gave me a wicked grin from his blood painted face. I was going to be sick. I ran to the window and let lose.
"What's wrong with her?" That was Nate's voice. I could hear Brennion shrugging in that annoying way. I'm not sure what it was. Something happened in me. I really can't explain it. It's like that piece of paper you hold high above a flame that, after too long, the heat would create flame. I screamed then flipped around, on a warpath. My steps lit fires and my eyes scared even the soul of a child. I was Kiley Jackson the feared right then.
"What's wrong with me!? What's wrong me, Nathan, is this! That man didn't deserve to die!" Nate, lover of death and fearer of nothing, cowered before me.
"Hey! Don't talk to my brother like that!" I was only intending to shove Brennion but instead I introduced my fist to his jaw. I hit him so hard he stumbled back and the skin on my callused knuckles split. I held my trembled fist at my sides and felt tears pour out of me before I couldn't even think of trying to stop them.
"I don't how I could have ever loved you, you pompous jerk! I used to swoon when you ran past me but now….now I hate you! I hate you more than anyone I have ever hated in my entire life!" Brennion's mouth fell open.
"You-you love me?" I kicked him in a very tender place.
"No you idiot! I hate you! Weren't you listening!?" Then I whirled on Erin, who was laughing.
"You think this is funny!? I just had my heart broken and some innocent guy who was a fiancé was killed for absolutely no reason! I hate you! I hate all of you! Leave me alone!" And I turned and jumped out the window. A two story jump was easy simple little kid stuff. So I hit the ground running. And I didn't stop running until I was standing on my door step, out of breath. Before I went inside, I ripped my jacket off and threw it in the trash can. Along with all the knifes and swords that had taken me months to make. Then I went inside.
I was hit by the warm air of a heated house and the smell of baking food not yet ready to be served. DJ was running around with Lego's in his hands, laughing like a maniac. He was 12 and still acted like a little kid. Not surprising though. I couldn't see him but I could hear my father in the kitchen and I assumed he was with my mother, who was more than likely cooking what I smelled. I wandered in that general direction. My assumption was correct. My father was dancing around the kitchen with Mom while a random song I hadn't really heard before was playing. Some country song. Dad was singing along with it, which I found weird because he wasn't much of a country man.
"He's a, good time, Cowboy Casanova, he's a……" I smiled. It was a nice change from what just happened. I pulled a chair into the corner and watched them quietly while they danced and my dad sang. My dad fumbled over the words because, like I said, he wasn't a country man so he didn't really know the song and my mother was laughing to hard to actually dance. I couldn't help it. I laughed. They both looked at me, smiled, and held out their hands for me to join them. Like when I was little. I would have, had I not been in a such a bad mood and had my mother not pulled her hand back, frowning, and walked over to me. I thought she was doing so because I didn't get up to dance with them, but I soon changed that thought when her warm fingers touched my injured skin. I nearly screamed. I had forgotten it was there. And to make matter worst I was wearing a white t-shirt so the blood could be clearly seen.
"Percy come here." Was all she said. He was at her side immediately. My good feeling was gone. I was back in that world I wanted to leave. My mother pushed on the wound causing me to let lose a little squeak of pain.
"Kiley how did this happen!?" Oh man! How was I going to explain this!
"I caught it on a fire escape." I never could lie to these people to save my life. They started talking back and forth and to me but I wasn't listening to anything. I couldn't. I was so out of it I wondered how my body was still functioning.
"Um," after a prolonged 5 minutes of seeing mouths move but hearing nothing come out I cut in, "I'm really tired so I'm going to go take a shower and pass out for a while if you don't mind. Thanks." I didn't even bother to say anything else. I trudged up stairs and fell face forward on my bed. Planning to get up and take a shower but I fell asleep. Naturally.
A soft clicking noise woke me. I cracked my eyes open and saw Erin sitting down on her bed, dressed in plaid pajama bottoms and a tank top. Her hair was wet and she looked terribly worn out. Instantly my heart started to ache. I had been so cruel to her. What a terrible sister. But I couldn't say that out loud. That's who I was. A coward. I rolled over, hoping she hadn't seen me open my eyes.
"Kiley." She said it so softly I could tell she was close to tears. But I ignored her and pretended to be asleep. She repeated her self adding, "I know your not asleep." I didn't respond. Just keeping quiet until she gave up and went to bed. There was silence and I thought I had won. Until I felt a hand on my side and weight pull me to the center of the bed.
"Kiley." It was almost a whisper. I squeezed my eyes shut. I wasn't sure why I wanted to avoid her so badly but I did. She wouldn't allow it. She laid down next to me until I rolled over. A blue stripe was on her cheek. A bruise that stood out on her tan skin like a boat on water. I touched it gently. Had I done that? I couldn't remember. I might have.
"Nate got in a fight with Brennion and accidentally hit me." So I didn't do it. That was a relief. Though, I had hurt her. That was evident. Otherwise she wouldn't be talking so quietly I could barely hear her and she would haven't had been so persistent on talking to me.
"Kiley I'm sorry." That was all she needed to do to make me cry. How could she be apologizing after I had screamed I hate you in her face? She frowned at my tears. I knew she hated to see me cry. So I got up and locked myself in our bathroom. She stood outside.
"Kiley come out." She applied gentle force. My hand was gripping the doorknob and my forehead was resting on the door.
"Kiley…." I heard her slide down the door and saw the light under the door disappear. She was going to sit there until I came out. I too slid the door and sat up against it. I wasn't going to come out. I had shamed myself and this family. I wasn't a Jackson.
Annabeth's POV
"Gods Percy, what do you think we should do?" Percy ran his fingers across his beard, which I was still getting used too.
"Annabeth they weren't attacked by a monster. That much is clear. So, I'm not sure what there is to do." I huffed. That wasn't much of an answer.
"Do you think we should call Nico and Thalia?" Percy shook his head.
"No they are on their anniversary vacation thing, we shouldn't interrupt them. Besides, this isn't a big deal. They haven't found out about the gods so nothing is wrong."
"They haven't found out about the gods that we know of." I sat back in my chair, feeling a tad bit grumpy. My daughters come home hurt and quiet and Brennion and Nathan are both in worst shape. Erin claims the boys got in a fight with each other and one of them accidentally got her. That much I could believe. The boys were in trouble, each sent to a different end of the house to do some work. I had sent Erin upstairs to confort her sister, because Kiley looked terrible when she got here. Not even listening when we spoke. Something was definitely wrong.
"…..beth! Are you even listening!?"
"Huh? Sorry, what?"
"I said we should call your mother." Oh my. If Percy was considering calling Athena then he must be really worried. I nodded and watched him get up to grab a bottle of water and my candle heater.
"There's no need Percy." Came my mother's Voice from the Corner. We both turned to see her sitting on the couch next to Percy's father. Both of them looking grave.
"We've brought some news that I don't think either of you are going to like."
So I would love to know what you guys think is going to happen next. I bet you a billion dollars no one can guess. I'm going to go sit in my room and be depressed. Yep. No one guessed that huh? Ha ha. Bye for now guys. Dang, my room is cold…..