Holy crap, it has been sooooo long! I'm sorry! It's kinda hard being a full time college student, working and trying to write at the same time. So, throw rocks at me if you want, but I bring you an offering of Chapter 4!

Mars, who now called himself Ryan, sat in the living room watching the TV. A day had passed and he found the best way to gauge human behavior was to watch them in their natural environment. Or, reality TV. Horatio had tried to explain to him that reality TV was sometimes scripted, but to no avail. His words were unable to bury through Ryan's thick skull. Horatio had managed to replace the bandages with some of Kyle's old clothes.

"Look at this, Red. All they do is drink and fight. That is easy to do. Alcohol has no effect on me, and I love to fight."

Horatio frowned at the nickname Ryan had given him. Of all the 'wonders' of the human world, Ryan seemed most amused by his red hair. He peeked into the living room to view what he was watching. He sighed, Jersey Shore.

"Mars, you can't-"

"Ahem, Ryan." He corrected.

"Ryan," Horatio started over. "You can't take lessons from reality TV. They get paid to act that way."

"I believe that. They certainly aren't getting paid for their looks." He made a face. "Like that one, why does he keep lifting his shirt? His stomach looks the same as everyone elses."

"Like I said, he gets paid to act that way."

Ryan sighed and clicked off the TV. "Then this is not working. It looks as if you must take me outside so I can observe them when they are not being watched by cameras."

"I can't. I have to go to work." Horatio said, walking to the closet.

Ryan followed him. "Work? Do you have to go everyday?"

"Yes. People don't stop killing because I want a day off."

"I see." Ryan said, walking away, deep in thought.

Horatio shook his head. Ryan had a habit of doing that. He would always go into deep thought episodes where nothing he said would rouse him from it. Ryan turned to him with a grin on his face.

"Then this is simple. I will go to work with you!"

"No. Absolutley not."

"Why? You can hire me. You are in a posistion of authority, correct? You can hire me, I will work when you do, and you will be able to observe."

"I can't just hire you. There are processes. You don't even have a social security number. You have no schoolling, no degrees or experience."

Ryan snorted. "An insult! I have much more experience than any human in this world!"

"Maybe when it comes to being a god, but not when it comes to forensics."

Ryan shrugged. "I am a quick learner. How hard can it be? You can teach me what I am unable to pick up on my own. I have the ability to absorb vast amounts of knowledge."

"Fine, say you absorb the knowledge. How am I supposed to hire a non-existant person?"

"Create false records. I watch humans on TV do it all the time. Many don't get caught."

"That's fraud, and it's a felony. I could lose my entire career."

Ryan stepped towards him , a serious look on his face. "If I don't successfully blend in here and maintain my hidden posistion, you will lose a lot more than your career. Jupiter will destroy this entire city just to spite the one who helped me."

Horatio thought it over. He knew Ryan was right. The gods could do whatever they wanted with no fear of consequence. Including destroying his beloved city. He would rather lose his career than lose Miami. With it would go his family, his friends, everything.

"Alright, I'll see about making you a fake identity."

Ryan clapped his hands together, a smile forming on his young face. "Very good. Then I will see you when you return from your job."

Horatio put on his suit jacket, grabbed his badge and left. He was uncertain about leaving Ryan home alone, but what other choice did he have?

Ryan hadn't expected the day to drag by so slowly. TV had long ago lost his interest, and the home in which he now lived held nothing to amuse him. He simply allocated to watching the sea. It reminded him of what Antevorte had told him about Neptune's coming. Neptune and he had had issues in the past, so it stumped him slightly as to why he was extending help to him now. Perhaps, Jupiter had wronged his brother? Or perhaps Neptune was simply helping his nephew. In any case, Ryan knew that help from Neptune was indeed nothing to be taken for granted. Neptune was powerful in his own degree. It took a lot to control the raw ferocity of the seas.

Ryan wished he had some way of contacting his allies in the world of the gods. Although his hated to admit it, he believed they were allies of fear, not loyalty. He had a habit of doing that. Using fear to control or convince others. He just couldn't help it. Fear was always available and it never failed him.

"Well, maybe that's not completely true." He said to himself, thinking back of his old friend and soldier Virtus.

Jupiter had so easily turned him against Mars. He hated how weak he felt against Jupiter's manipulation. While he used fear and was straightforward in his advances, Jupiter was sneaky. He moved behind others, using them like chess peices while he remained safely hidden away. He took whatever he wanted and used the other gods as tools.

Ryan clenched his fists as he remembered his final day in the world of the gods. Only Lima knew of what truly happened.

Mars came back from another victorius battle. Now that he had performed the task that Jupiter demanded, he could now ask for the beautiful Venus' hand in marriage. They had been seeing each other in the shadows, away form Jupiter's prying gaze, but now, it would be made public. He would ask for her before the court of gods. Jupiter had been growing more and more violent towards him, but then at other times, he would act as a father. His actions were confusing to Mars, and it was something Mars did not enjoy.

He made his way to Jupiter's chambers, dripping blood from his enemies off his sword and shield. The enormous feeling of pride inflated his chest. He was always proud of his battles. It took a true warrior to fight on the battlefield, outnumbered. But it took a true leader to fight outnumbered on the battlefield along side his army. His men both feared and respected him.

The golden doors of Jupiter's chambers shone in the firelight from the torches hanging on the wall. Mars walked confidently to the doors ready to push them open, but he stopped as a woman's shrill scream bled through. She sounded familiar...

Realization hit him and he flung the doors open, greeted by the sight he knew he would see. His beloved Venus, at the mercy of the bastard Jupiter. She clung desperately to the sheets, trying to cover her nakedness, while Jupiter pawed at her. Tears wet her cheeks, her long golden hair clinging to her face.

"Jupiter! Let her go!" Mars demanded.

Jupiter looked up, noticing Mars for the first time. He smirked, he was never intimidated by his son. Jupiter, deciding that his fun with Venu swas over now that Mars had arrived, sat back on his knees, watching the blood-soaked warrior. Venus tried to flee the bed, but Jupiter grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"I said release her!" Mars yelled.

"Why? She is of no use to you. She has been soiled."

A fresh wave of sobs fell from Venus' lips at his words. Mars saw beneath her on the white sheets the small circle of blood.

"You violated her!"

Venus looked at him. "Mars, I am so sorry. I tried to fight him off, but I couldn't."

Mars advanced on the pair. "Why would you do this Father! And what of Juno? My mother, and your wife!"

"She is only good for producing heirs. She is not used for pleasurable recreation."

Mars brandished his sword and pointed it at his father. "You have betrayed me for the final time! You have stolen my virgin bride and my honor!"

"What good is a virgin bride to a warrior who is never home? Would you rather her sit in a lonely lament while wondering where her blood-stained husband is? You are nothing more than a soldier in my army Mars. Do not forget your place. I am king here."

Mars flung the sword in a furious rage, but Jupiter moved before it buried itself into the bed where he had been sitting.

"You dare attack me?" Jupiter said, flinging Venus aside where she landing on the floor.

"I dare to more than that, Jupiter, I plan to kill you."

Ryan sighed, that fight had not gone well. Blinded by rage, he had made the mistake of arrogance, letting Jupiter's words bury themselves into his mind and control him. He knew his rage was what made him a powerful warrior, but sometimes he suspected it also was a hindrance. He leaned back in the odd white chair he was sitting in. He believed the humans called it a 'lounge'.

His ever faithful companion Svetiuy sat beside him on the porch, watching the sea as he did. Hopefully, with the coming of his allies, he could stop history from repeating. He would not lose this time.