Nothing to say. I'm in a terrible mood. But it doesn't matter, lets move on with this story shall we? Thanks to you guys, my awesome readers. I got over 300 reviews! I almost died when I noticed. I fell out of my chair.
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Bella was lounged on a plush sofa, her whip coiled around her waist comfortably, as she watched the four killers breath slowly in and out on the floor. Trenton's sleeping toxin had affected them a tad bit more than either of them had expected so they had been asleep for close to 6 hours. Bella was growing weary of it. She shot another glare at her brother, who was bent over his guns polishing them, and started yelling.
"Why wont they wake up!? You better not have killed them! That would take away alllllllllllllllllll the fun!!!" Bella smirked, running her hand along the gold links of her whip like one would pet their snake. Trenton lifted his head, his silver hair a mess upon his head, and glared at his sister.
"Bells, be nice. They are my friends…" Trenton got a faraway look as he glanced at the four non moving yet steadily breathing bodies lying on the carpet by his feet. How had he become so foolish? They were his enemy. They would kill him without a seconds hesitation yet….he loved them. They were his friends after all. He had been friends with them for a long time. And yet, he had been foolish. He hadn't seen them as killers. Never did he notice the flawless predatory grace they used when they walked. As they spoke. Even with they way they touched. He should have known by looking at them that they were the ones he had been commissioned to arrest. Slowly he let out his pent up breath. He couldn't kill them. They weren't bad people. He knew this in his heart. There was something more to this, he just knew it. Across the room his sister threw something in his direction. A book he easily dodged.
"Don't be stupid Trenton! We have to torture them to get-"
"No," He couldn't show Airabella how much he cared for them or she just might turn him in and then they would die for sure, "I mean no, we cant torture them. They are asleep. Why don't you go order some pizza for us or something?" Bella traced her whip watching her brother through half mast eye lids. She loved her brother, underneath. Way, way, way underneath where no one saw her, but she was frustrated with him at the moment. She saw how much he cared for these people, even if he tried to hide it from her. She was his sister, he couldn't hide things. And she planned to rid him of these people for his own good. Otherwise he would get himself in trouble trying to save them. She shook her head then sighed, standing up.
"Whatever you say bro, ill be in the kitchen," She glanced over her shoulder at him, "If you need anything?"
"I will. Now hurry up, I'm hungry." He watched her go, waited a few moments to be sure she was in the kitchen then fell on his knees beside the sleeping people. He had the antidote to their sleeping poison. He was going to wake them up and speak with them before Bella got back. The needle went into Brennion's arm first, seeing as he knew Brennion the best, then he went from person to person until they had each been injected and now he just waited. Waited. A cough. He looked down and watched Kiley first open her eyes slowly, both unfocused and slow. Then she saw him. And there was a knife to his throat.
In the kitchen Bella was getting incredibly frustrated.
"No you idiotic pizza boy, I don't want that on my pizza! What!? No you are freaking stupid why cant you just-oh stop crying you pathetic little-you dare hang up on Airabella, favored of the gods!? Little bit-" She broke off suddenly when she heard a sound come from the cupboard she was leaning against. A thud. She fell into a stance that was a half crouch and used the phone to prod at the cupboard. It creaked open and….
"Hi." Said a little boy with ash blond hair, his fingers wiggling in greeting. Bella threw her phone at him and shut the door quick. Like any sane person would.
"Ouch!" the cupboard croaked and there was another thud. She fell back and reached for some kind of weapon. She came up with a wooden spoon. This would do nicely. The door opened again and boy jumped out, her phone in his hand.
"Ahhhh! Demon child in my cupboard!" The boy dusted himself off, ignoring Airabella's rants.
"You should considering cleaning in there once in a while. Dusty! Want your phone back?" The boys voice flowed like melted chocolate and sounded just as sweet. Airabella knew then that he must be a demon. Who else would hide in her kitchen then pop out with their chocolate voice!? No one except a demon…..or Apollo. He was annoying like that. With her spoon pointed at him, she snatched her phone out of his hands and fell back a couple steps. Still pointing her spoon at him.
"What do you want demon child!? Here to take my soul? YOU CANT HAVE IT! ITS MINE!" The boy tilted his head to the side, giving her a strange look.
"I don't want your soul," Then he smiled and reached out to shake her hand, "Hi, I'm DJ."
"DJ……Kiley and Erin's little brother?" When he nodded Bella smacked him with her spoon.
"What are you doing here!? I will kill you! I'll do it!" He leaned against the counter, flicking the hair out of his eyes.
"With a spoon?" She glanced at the weapon of choice in her hand, noticing the problem suddenly.
"Um…yeah. Yeah I will, so you better be careful!"
"Relax. I'm here to ask you a favor." Airabella was perplexed. What would he, the littlest Jackson, want to ask of her?
"Go on." DJ smiled, jumping up on her counter and hitting the cupboards under him with every swing of his legs.
"You have my family. I want them back. Nothing more, nothing less. They belong to me, and not you. This is considered kidnapping you know, and that's rude. Who does that? Certainly not me. So if you will, return to me what is mine." By this time Airabella was both furious and awed. This boy, no older than 14, was standing against her and smiling while doing so. As if he weren't scared at all. She had a spoon for gods sake! He should be running in fear! But no, there he sat, not a sign of fear present. How dare he.
"Excuse me? I don't think I've heard you correctly, your asking me to give you your family back?" he nodded.
"Well that is absurd! You cant have them! They are now under the custody of, well, me! They have broken law and killed their own kind. I cant just give them to you! Or I'll get killed myself!" He jumped down, striding towards her slowly, picking up a spoon himself.
"Then I'll have to force you." Thus began the war of the spoons.
Kiley pushed her wide bladed trench knife deeper causing a small amount of blood to trickle from the now shallow flesh wound at the base of Trenton's neck. Sharp, angry pain crawled slowly up his throat, gagging him. He watched through blurred vision Kiley shake her sisters shoulder, trying to wake her. Erin didn't move. So she then glared at Trenton, twisting the blade under his chin, and attempted to wake Brennion. Neither did he stir just as Erin.
"What have you done!? Have you killed them!? Why didn't you kill me!?" Trenton had never heard Kiley so distraught or in so much pain before. Something ate at him, tearing away everything inside him.
"No…no I….I didn't kill them. They are waking up, see?" He pointed at Nate who was opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling blankly.
"Nathan," Kiley hissed, "Nathan wake up!" He blinked many times before getting color in his face and sitting up slowly.
"Kiley? What's going on?" He focused on her, "What are you doing to Trenton!?" She did it quickly, as a sign of dominance because she was scared. She flicked her wrist and drug the blade under his chin. Blood began soaking into the neckline of his shirt. He didn't even flinch even when the pain was so vividly present. Just get past this, he thought, just let them do this then you can talk to them.
"Stop it! What the hell are you doing!?" Nathan rushed over to get the knife out of her hand but she pulled back quick and let him hit hardwood floor instead of doing any damage.
"Don't you remember anything Nate!? We have to kill him! He shot us you idiot!" Trenton soon became bored seeing as both Kiley and Nathan insisted on yelling back and forth at each other. Brennion then Erin joining in as they woke up. He sat back against the couch and polished his guns while they fought. Silently he spoke with them, commenting on their fight but never to where they could hear them. He had enough abuse this morning and didn't feel like getting beat up because of his sarcastic lip. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.
"Alright guys, enough yelling. Lets talk." They all shot him deathly glares he smiled at. Glares never did bother him. He was immune because of Airabella. Glares were her best friend.
"And what is it we are to talk about half blood?" Erin spat venomously.
"Oh don't say that as if its some kind of disease, after all you are of relation to them." They were silent. Just staring at him. Only once or twice they moved and that was to whisper things to each other., move closer to one another, but never to acknowledge he was there.
"We are of no relation to you." Trenton sat forward, tucking his guns in their holsters that were wrapped around his thighs.
"Oh but you are! Percy Jackson son of Poseidon, Annabeth Jackson, former Chase, daughter of Athena, Nico Di Angelo son of Hades, and Thalia Di Angelo, former Grace, daughter of Zeus. Did you all think that it was coincidence that your grandparents had the names of gods? Come on now, don't be stupid. You four are of the gods as well." This should be interesting, he thought with great amusement. They sat silent once again, just staring, blinking, and breathing like good little zombies.
"Say what now?" Kiley finally said. Before Trenton answered he noticed how tightly she was gripping Brennion's hand. This hurt him. Was she afraid of him? His brows furrowed in annoyance. She shouldn't be afraid of him. He wasn't going to hurt her. Not any of them. Again he noticed this with Erin, her knuckles were white she was gripping Nates hand so tightly. And her eyes were on the guns he had strapped to his legs. Quickly he pulled them out, wrapping the thin silver chains hanging from the stock around the barrel and laid them on the ground in front of them as a peace offering. Their grip loosened.
"Your parents, they are half bloods. Your grandparents are gods. Your half bloods, or, er…mixed bloods. That's what Athena says anyway. We had a large debate on this one day and in the end Ares wanted a cookie, Hermes was asleep and Aphrodite was putting makeup on him, Apollo was talking about his son Bon Jovi to Poseidon and Athena was getting mad because no one was listening to her. So your mixed bloods." The only thing that was said was,
"Bon Jovi is Apollo's son?"
"Nate! That's all you have to say!? After all that, that's all you have to say!?" Nate blinked at Erin a few times.
"Pretty much, yeah. Is that bad?" Erin stared at her secret boyfriend both frustrated and slightly amused.
"You are stupid, but I still love you."
"But," Brennion started, "How is it…I mean why didn't our parents ever tell us!? That guy, he said…augh. I just don't understand."
"I think you guys should sit back, I've got a story for you." And then Trenton told them the full story. From the first time Percy Jackson met Annabeth Chase to present times, where their children killed half bloods because they had been lied to. They swapped stories. Brennion told them, how as children they had been told by a strange hooded man that they were in danger and so were their parents. Though it was a pleasant conversation, it was interrupted. Airabella and DJ ran into the living room each with a pot pan lid in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. Bella jumped onto the arm chair Trenton had previously been sitting in and waved her spoon at DJ, who was running around her beating his spoon on his pot pan lid.
"I said no Derick!"
"That's DJ to you she-devil!"
"You dare call me she-devil you demon child!?"
"I just did!"
"You shall die!"
"That's the sixth time you have said that and I'm still alive!"
"Would you shut up already!?"
"No!"
"Curse you!" Then she swung her spoon at DJ but he blocked it easily with his pot pan lid shield thing. Bella rolled off the chair and swept his legs out from under him, quickly putting him in head lock.
"I said no!"
"Um, just a question, but….why are you trying to kill my little brother with a spoon?" Slowly Bella let DJ out of her grip, smoothing her soft, white sundress over her jeans.
"You," She pointed at Kiley, "You do not talk to me traitor."
"Bells," Her brother warned, "They aren't bad. They didn't know-"
"Didn't know my ass!" This launched them into yet another fight, this one in Greek. It lasted a good while until there was a knock and the door to the living room door was pushed open. A women about average height with waist long hair the color of chocolate walked in, looking from face to face. She was wearing a silver blue hoodie and black skinny jeans, which made her look even younger then everyone present. Her eyes were the color of silver freshly polished and tinged purple, shivers ran up your spine if you looked at them to long. A dog, about the size of a small child, milled around her feet, staring at everyone through tawny eyes and growling softly so that his grey hide stood on end. The women stoked his head, hushing him quickly.
"Mother." Trenton and Bella said in unison, stopping their bickering immediately. The women, apparently the Bay's mother, bent down and began stroking her dogs soft fur, ignoring her children's words.
"You two were fighting again," Her voice held unknown power as raw and fierce as a hurricane and an earthquake put together, "What have I told you about this?" Both Bay's seemed to find their shoes interesting after this.
"Your dog is cool, can I pet him?" DJ asked inching closer to the women and her animal. Bella's hand shot out to stop him but the women smiled and gestured DJ to come over. Trenton looked at his sister with half fear half amazement.
"You like him?" DJ nodded smiling as he pet the dog, scratching him behind the ears, "So do I. He is a very special dog you know. Why don't you take him outside and play with him?" If DJ's eyes could have gotten bigger they would have popped out of his head.
"Your serious!?" The women nodded.
"Take him out back, he likes to play tug-o-war." DJ grinned like only a child could and ran off with the dog at his heals. Silence ruled once again as the women stood up and looked around.
"Mother-" Trenton was silenced with a wave of her hand.
"It seems I haven't visited in a long while children because I do not remember these people, introduce me to your friends."
"Ah, well, mother….they…" Trenton began,
"They aren't our friends." And Bella finished. The women seemed perplexed.
"Aren't they? Hmmmm, very well then. I shall introduce myself. Greetings, I am the great goddess Hecate."
Well it was a long chapter but not my best. I just wanted to finish it. You'll see what role Hecate has in this.