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Chapter Twelve: Apprentice Pt.1
Jay frowned with determination as he waited impatiently in the front of Herry's truck. He was already in the driver's seat, waiting for the others to come out with Theresa. He did not want to go in and face her now. Not after what they had discussed in Chiron's study.
Jay sighed impatiently, tapping his fingers against his knees and checking his watch. He looked outside looking up at the afternoon sky, it was already getting late!
"What is holding them up?" Jay growled pressing his palm against the horn. He looked anxiously towards the door of the school. Hoping that the others had heard the loud blast of the trucks horn.
Finally six forms emerged from the school. Jay growled. "It's about time." He put Herry's keys in the slot and the engine roared to life. Herry rushed forward and opened the driver's door.
"Out of the seat Jay. This is my truck. I drive it." He said menacingly as the others filled into the large red truck. Jay rolled his eyes and motioned to the seat next to him. "Herry we have no time for this! We got to get going!"
"Jay is right Herry." Jay heard Theresa mumble from the back, "We have to find those bombs."
Jay acted like he didn't even hear Theresa speak. Herry grumbled and mumbled but never the less. Jumped into the back of the truck and closed the door.
No sooner had he done that, when Jay slammed his foot on the gas, causing all of his friends to lurch forward in their seats. Jay quickly put the truck in reverse and went backwards out of the parking lot of the school. Then he lunged forward and raced down the main street, just barley missing pedestrians and passing cars. He did not bother to stop at stop signs or street lights.
"Do you even know where we are going!?" Atlanta tried to yell over the roar of the engine.
Jay did not respond but only started to go faster.
"You are going to kill us man!" Archie shouted, grabbing onto his seat for dear life.
"Slow down!!!!!"
But Jay only proceeded to drive faster and faster.
Jay did not even slow down when he started to hear police sirens coming from behind them, they were distant but they were still there.
"Look what you did man! The cops are after us now!!!!!" Neil screamed waving his arms around madly.
"I don't care!" Jay yelled. "If they were trying to save the city to, they would be driving like I was to!"
Jay turned sharply around the corner and quickly shut off the engine. Making all of them lunge forward and hit their foreheads on the seats in front of their own.
Neil franticly tried to calm his hair down by combing it with his brush. Everyone stayed perfectly still until they heard the police sirens pass them and disappear down the street.
"Archie, Neil, get out." Jay said quickly.
Archie glared at him. "Why?" He growled.
Jay glared right back at him. "I have brought you to the most southern point of the city. The museum. One of the bombs is in there and you and Neil have about 45 minutes to shut it of!"
Grumbling Archie and Neil got out of the truck. Jay rolled down his window and looked at Archie. "Keep in touch." He said and then through gritted teeth he stared down at the purple haired boy. "Don't screw it up." He gritted out through clenched teeth.
Archie was now fuming, his face as purple as his hair. But before Archie could start cursing him, Jay roared the engine back on and raced down the street and quickly turning around the corner.
"The stupid jackass." Archie mumbled, his fists clenched tight.
Neil nodded. "Ya," He said looking into his mirror. "He hardly even bothered to say good bye! What a nice guy eh? And guess what? His reckless driving totally wrecked my hair!" he squealed and dug in his pocket for his golden comb.
Archie rolled his eyes and with his nails still biting into the palms of his hands, he walked towards the museum, with Neil following him closely behind, brushing out his hair the whole time.
In The Truck:
Atlanta glared at Jay as he continued to race down the street. "A little harsh don't you think?" She muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Jay to hear. Jay tried not to hear her. But it was nard not to.
Jay knew that what he said was mean. But it was true wasn't it? After all, there was no time for mistakes when it came to saving the world. Jay gritted his teeth roughly and stopped again. This time he was at the broken down underground subway, the most western part of the city. The same place where he and the others had fought the Minotaur.
This time he called out Odie and Theresa. "Odie Theresa." He ordered turning around to face them, well at least Odie because Jay was refusing to look at Theresa.
"Search the undergrounds; we have about 40 minutes until Cronus will set them off. Hurry up and find it. Don't stop even for a moment! That single moment could cost everyone's lives." He said harshly.
Theresa almost cried at the hatred in his voice, it was so, so painful! She tried to look into the eyes of her leader, hoping that he did not mean what he said. But unfortunately he did. When their eyes did connect, even for that split second, Theresa saw the coldness in his eyes. And gasped silently. What was happening to him?
Odie and Theresa rushed out of the car, but before Atlanta could close the door behind them, she grabbed her arm.
"Atlanta," She whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "Watch over Jay, make sure he doesn't go after Cronus himself."
Atlanta smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry, if I have to tie him to a chair, I will."
Theresa tried to smile back but she didn't have enough time. For Jay turned around fully and looked at her straight in the eyes.
"I don't know what you are talking about, but it can wait till later." He snarled biting his lip, he did realize that he was hurting her, but he had to get his point across.
Theresa tried to hold back tears. She slammed the door behind her and ran off to meet Odie. When she had caught up with him, she turned around hoping to see Jay once more before he left.
But she was too late; Herry's tuck had already disappeared.
In The Truck (again):
Atlanta clenched her fists. Trying so hard not to punch the team's leader in the face.
Her own face was red with anger, and if looks could kill, anyone who was in a 100000 mile radius would be dead. Who did Jay think he was? Putting everyone down like that.
They all knew how important this mission in particular was, but Jay was hurting them so much. He was killing them, and he didn't even realize it. And now that she thought about it, Jay probably didn't even care.
By now her fists were clenched so tight she could feel her arms shaking. She tried to focus, tried to calm down, but failed.
By now, Herry had already left the truck at the mall, much to his own dismay. And Jay had already driven off without saying a word to Herry.
South, West, and the North. Atlanta knew where her friends were, but where was she to go?
Jay glanced back at Atlanta in his mirror, ready to answer her silent question. "We are going to the reservoir of the city's water. You got that?" He asked roughly.
Atlanta's knuckles grew white and through her tightly clenched teeth, she answered a silent yes.
Suddenly Jay stopped. The trucks engine was shut off and Jay quickly opened the drivers' door and jumped out. Atlanta quickly undid her seat belt and went to follow him. She had one foot out of the truck when Jay started moving.
Atlanta rushed to catch up with the quick paces of the older boy.
He was searching franticly; looking everywhere and anyplace that seemed weird and suspicious. Atlanta soon began to start to look as well. Glancing around every object and behind every tree in the nearby forest.
Jay's head suddenly snapped up when he saw a shadow slip through two tall buildings. Instantly Jay raced to catch up with him. Running so fast that he was almost caught up to Atlanta. It fact, they were only a meter apart from each other.
The thought made Atlanta gasp. Just how determined is Jay today?! She thought as he sped past her.
Jay turned around a corner just in time to catch up with the mysterious figure. Jay growled with frustration when he realized that this person was most definitely NOT Cronus.
It was indeed to Jay's great disappointment to find out that it was just one of the Factory workers, an old and slightly crippled man.
Nether the less, Jay being as determined as he was strode up to the man with clenched fists.
"Excuse me younglings." The old man said as Jay proceeded to walk towards him. "You children are not allowed in this part of the factory."
"We are here on special business." Jay said coming face to face with the old man.
"Special business that involves the safety of this city. Have you seen anything, ANYTHING that looks even the slightest strange or abnormal?" He ordered in a commanding voice.
The old man looked at him in awe. "Are you a policeman? Or a government agent? Boy they sure are hiring you younglings and young ages eh?"
That statement almost made Jay burst with rage. "Just answer my question." He hissed dangerously.
This time, Atlanta butted in. "What my friend means is," She said gripping Jay's shoulder tightly as he continued to shake. "Is that we are on a security assignment from the government. And we would really appreciate it if you would kindly tell us if you have seen anything suspicious." She said choosing her words carefully.
The man put his finger thoughtfully on his chin. Racking through his brain to see I he could wait anything.
But it was not long before Jay roared forward and pushed the man towards the wall, holding him by the collar of his work uniform.
"Tell….me…..now…." He growled in the mans ear, tightening his grip on the old man.
The man's eyes flew open in fright. "No…n-n-n-n-ooo! I am s-s-s-s-s-o-o-rry. I have not seen a-a-anything that might c-c-concern you!" he whimpered. "P-p-p-lease don't hurt me! I got me missus to take care of at home! A-a-and a grandson! P-p-please!"
Atlanta ran forward and pried Jay of off the old man and tossing Jay towards a near by wall. She heard Jay groan from pain from wherever he was, but Atlanta did not care one bit. What the heck was he doing! Hurting an old helpless man and making him BEG for mercy!
Once seeing the man was alright, she rounded on Jay.
"WHAT IN GODS NAME DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!?" She screamed at him furiously.
"I WAS TRYING TO GET THAT MAN TO TELL US WHAT HE KNOWS!"
"DO YOU THINK THAT WAS ANY WAY TO TREAT ANOTHER HUMEN BEING?! YOU SCARED THAT MAN TO DEATH!"
"WELL IT IS BETTER ONE PERSON DIES THEN THE ENTIRE CITY!"
"OH SHUT IT ALREADY! YOU ARE SO EVIL! YOU ARE JUST LIKE CRONUS!" She screamed. Those were the words that ended the conversation.
Jay made sure of that. All he did was stand up, mumble something and carry on walking down the narrow pathway. Atlanta hurried to follow him, burning with anger. The poor old reservoir worker stood up and dusted off the back off his pants.
"Stupid teenagers," He mumbled beginning to walk down the other direction. "I got to retire."
Somewhere Else:
Cronus hissed with pleasure as he saw Jay throw the old man against the wall. He was making this so much easier for him.
"Darren!" He called out still staring at the scene in his pool of water.
Out of the shadows came a dark figure. His face was hidden by the shadows, but his eyes were cold and hollow. Other then that, you could see none of his body.
"Yes milord?" He said in a thin British accent. The boy knew that Cronus was pleased today; he hardly ever called him by his first name. Usually he just called him 'Assassin'.
"Send out the giants." He sneered, still not looking at the boy.
Darren nodded silently. "How many, when and where?"
Only then did Cronus face him. "Twelve. So that each of those filthy descendents can fight two. Send the strongest ones you got."
Darren looked at him curiously. "But milord, I thought there were seven descendents? Not six?"
Cronus's smile grew. "That is right my boy. But you see, I only want the giants to go after six out of seven children. The ogres will be sent out on Theresa, Atlanta, Herry, Odie, Neil, and Archie. But I have something else in mind for Jay. I want you to go to him when his little friend is distracted, gain his trust. Then lead him here. To me."
He raised an eyebrow. "Very…..unusual demands milord. But very well, I shall go to him."
Cronus smiled. "Excellent." He purred as Darren, once again, backed into the shadows to complete his mission.
With Archie and Neil:
Archie could not stop grumbling the whole time he was searching in the arts and culture section at the museum. He was lucky that the only security guard in the entire museum was punch drunk and fast asleep on a wooden stool, holding a half drunken bottle of beer, with eight others lying at his feet.
Otherwise, Archie would have been heard.
"What a fucking idiot. Who in gods name did he think he was?" Archie grumbled why looking by an old Greek statue of Athena.
Many comments like that were hissed out of Archie's mouth that night. Many of them were not friendly words. No doubt about it Archie was pissed. He was almost throwing the art pieces rather then picking them up and checking under them for the bomb.
Archie tried to calm down. He tried to make sure his anger was under control. But just like Jay, everyday it seemed to slip through more and more often. He didn't want to be like Jay. He didn't want to let his anger take control. He didn't want to hurt the ones he cared for most. He didn't want to leave them stranded in an endless ocean of regret like Jay had.
Yet at the same time, Archie wanted to help Jay, or at least he had a while ago. He never forgot the time when they had all broken down in the kitchen. When they all promised to be there for each other. When they had told Jay they would always be there for him. But that time seemed so long again. It was such a painful time before. And unlike they hoped it got slowly worse and worse with each passing day.
But even though Jay had been steadily mean and unfair to all of them, somewhere deep inside Archie wanted to help him. All he wanted was for things to go back to the way it used to be. It wasn't too much to ask for? Then why weren't the gods answering his prayers then?
Then Neil's head suddenly appeared around the corner. "Archie." He whined in his high pitched wine. "How looooooooooooooong will we have to keep this up?"
"Until we find something," He growled looking behind a painting. "Or that jackass calls the search off."
"What is his deal anyways?" He said opening up his mirror and picking at his teeth. "I mean it's not like we made this happen." Then he paused. "You don't think he is going crazy do you?"
This just angered Archie more. He clenched his fists and rolled his eyes. "What do you think he was? Sane? The guys a manic! He is completely nuts! We even had to stop him from committing suicide this morning, don't you remember? And what does that jackass do? He yells at us! Criticizes us! He's just lucky I didn't punch him out when we were in the car."
Neil, being himself and not paying much attention, just shrugged his shoulders and looked into his mirror again.
Suddenly though, Neil stopped. Archie heard the sudden stop of his scraping and turned around.
"What's wrong Neil?" He asked seeing the frightened look in the young man's eyes.
"GIANTS!!!!!" He squealed running behind Archie's athletic form.
No sooner had Neil started moving when four very large, ugly giants threw themselves out of the shadows they were hiding themselves in.
Neil let out another squeal of fright when they started to charge towards them.
Archie just smirked. "Finally," He said, "Something to take my anger out on." And with those words he charged towards the towering giants.
Archie began to fight the giants viscously, imagining that all the giants were either Cronus or Jay. In his anger, he did not pay any attention to his surroundings. Archie was knocked to the ground by one of the giants large wooden clubs.
He cried out in pain as he hit the painted wall of the museum and causing a painting to fall down on to his already bruised body. He could start to feel blood gushing down his face. And when he tried to move his right arm he winced in pain. It was either broken, or badly sprained.
Suddenly he heard a cry of anger. Archie looked around painfully, searching for the source of the voice. His eyes widened when he saw.
Neil. Running towards the giants, waving someone's famous work of art like it was a sword. His eyes were set and determined. Something VERY uncommon especially for Neil!
"Neil! Look out!" He tried to call out, but his throat was too parched for him to say it louder then a whisper. Neil just barely dodged one of the blows directed at him.
Archie knew he would have to thank Neil later.
Archie put his good hand behind him and tried to force his body up, slowly and painfully. He could feel whatever blood was left in his body rush to his head, making him dizzy. His hand shot up and grabbed a nearby statue to stop him from falling as he stood in a kneeling position.
He looked back at Neil. Neil was still standing, but Archie could see that he was weakening. They needed help.
Archie felt his sweater soaked with sweat and blood, and his right wrist was stinging. It had to be broken. But with his good hand, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his PMR which was now covered with Archie's own blood.
He randomly picked one of the numbers on speed-dial. He needed help, this fight was getting worse and worse by the second.
Right now he didn't care if he called Jay, they needed help. And Archie soon realized, that they were all in grave danger.
It suddenly clicked in his head that these weren't all of Cronus's giants. There was definitely more. Many, many more. Which meant that one of his friends would soon be attacked to. Or maybe…..all of them.
With Theresa and Odie:
Theresa and Odie walked side by side down the narrow underground railway. The walls were covered with moss and all of the walls were cracked and rusted. A certain smell lingered off the inky depths of the cement that was holding the grey stones together on the wall. It smelled like mold and rat poison.
The pair walked in silence, I silence that was both welcomed, and eerie.
Theresa walked, her head drooping, her eyes barely scanning the walls and ground for anything suspicious.
Her heart was slowly breaking once again with each passing second. Her soul was splitting in to. Bound on the bridge between love and hate for her leader. Should she forgive him? Or should she let him go? Had the others given up on him? All of them were already mad at him. And if they did not find anything at all to stop this, then 1, the entire city would blow up, and 2, none of them would be alive to argue about it later.
And when they were all gone, the whole world would suffer from their stupidity. Theresa could not stop thinking about what would happen to the world when they were gone. Utter Chaos would occur. All their families would be dead in their homes. All the citizens of every single city and town in the world would be either dead, or be serving under the rule of Cronus for the rest of eternity.
It would be the Holocaust all over again. Cronus would be Hitler, and the rest of the world would be the Jews in the ghettos. Theresa never wanted that to happen again. The Holocaust was a horrible thing, and it would be even worse under Cronus's rule.
(a/n: I hope none of you readers are offended by that last paragraph. If so I am terribly sorry! I do not mean to offend anyone!)
Poor Theresa couldn't stop thinking about the consequences.
Odie, on the other hand, had his hands in the pockets of his zip up red sweater like jacket.
He sometimes would glance at Theresa's sad face and teary eyes, but immediately looked down. Her face was too sad for him to handle. His head was usually straight up, and although he was as sad as Theresa, he also knew that on this particular mission, he could not count on Theresa to much today.
When Odie and the others had taken Theresa out of Chiron's office, the gods had severely warned them that Theresa has been hurt and is tired and weak. And they told them that they must all look after her during this mission. The five teens listened to the gods immediately, and did not take her words to lightly. Both the gods and the teenagers were thinking the same thing.
Theresa would be a likely target for Cronus.
There for, Odie had to make sure that Theresa never leaves his sight even for a moment.
They both continued to walk I silence, scanning the walls and floors, looking under rocks, and scanning the cement to make sure there wasn't a really tiny bomb there.
Finally the silence was interrupted when Odie's PMR rang loudly within his pocket. Odie glanced at Theresa nervously, unsure of what he should do. Her eyes were scanning his pocket nervously. Her eyes explained her thoughts and worries.
What if this was Jay just calling to make sure they hadn't paused or stopped for breaks? Or what if it was one of the others who found something?
Finally when it went on its last ring, Odie answered his PMR glancing at the glassy screen. He gasped, unlike he expected, it was not Jay. It was Archie.
Archie had a large gash running from the top of his forehead and running down to the middle of his cheek. He also had a few bruises.
"Arch? What happened?" Theresa exclaimed when she looked over Odie's shoulder and noticing the state of her companion.
Archie opened his mouth and tried to speak; only a whisper came out. "Guys," He
whispered, his eyes drooping slightly, "It's-s-s-s……a-a-a-a t-t-tr-trap…..we ne-e-e-ed-d-d...h-h-he-elp…." He couldn't say anything else, for his screen had gone black.
"Archie!!" Theresa and Odie screamed, clutching to the PMR for dear life.
It all happened so quickly.
Odie heard four loud battle cries, and he swooped around to face his attackers. Only to receive a fierce blow to the head, sending him flying and crashing against the brick wall.
"Odie!" Theresa screamed, rushing forward to help her friend, who was now knocked unconscious. She knelt down next to him and began to shake him.
"Please Odie! You must wake up! Please wake up!" She yelled desperately. She needed him right now. And if he didn't wake up…..who knew when he would wake up and where he would be.
She looked up and saw the giants towering over her. Quickly she took out her nun-chucks and tried to deflect the blows directed at her and her friend, sending a few powerful blows of her own in their direction.
Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Odie stir and reach into his pocket for his PMR.
Thankfully the four ogres were to busy fighting her to notice him. Theresa winced in pain as one of the ogres finally managed to hurt her. She felt something warm slide down her cheek and realized she did not have much time before they over took her.
Odie quickly opened his PMR and dialed Jay's number. No matter how much he was mad at Jay right now, he needed his help, he needed to warn them. For this wasn't just a trap anymore, Odie soon realized.
This…….was an ambush…
With Jay and Atlanta:
Jay quickly scanned the walls and floors, hoping, praying that he would find something. He needed to find that bomb before he doomed the whole city. When he didn't find anything, he growled with frustration. He looked towards the sky, it was already really light.
It was probably only 11:30 am, but the bombs would go off probably at 12:00 if he did not find them soon.
"Jay?" Atlanta said bursting him from his thoughts, "Your PMR is going off. ANWSER IT ALREADY DAMMIT!"
Jay hurriedly answered the radio phone. Maybe the others had already found the bombs. Maybe half the city was at least safe.
He was not really looking when he answered the phone. He didn't even realize what he was doing. Or who had called him. He only fully awoke when he heard Atlanta cry out.
"Oh my god! Odie!!!" She yelled looking into Jay's PMR.
Jay gasped. What happened to him? Why was there such a big bruise on his head? Why was he covered in his own BLOOD?!
"Odie what happened?" He asked his eyes wide. "Are you alright? Where is Theresa? What happened?!"
"Jay!" He sounded so relieved. "Oh my god you guys have to be careful! It's an AMBUSH!!!!!!!"
"What are you talking about Odie?" Jay yelled looking at his friend eyes filled with worry at how scared he looked. Suddenly Jay heard Theresa scream in the background.
"THERESA!!!" He heard Odie yell. Then Odie must've dropped his PMR because it went black.
"Oh my god! Theresa! Odie!!" He yelled.
He looked back at Atlanta. She was crying. "Oh god what happened to them?" She whimpered into her hands, her eyes already filled with tears.
Jay's head slumped. He realized what happened.
"Oh Atlanta." He whispered putting his face in his hands. "God Atlanta I know what happened."
Atlanta looked up at him. "How could you know?"
He brought his face up to look at her, his eyes almost leaking out his tears he was desperately holding back.
"Oh Atlanta don't you see? It is a trap! There were no bombs to begin this. He KNOWS we are not as strong when we are apart. He KNEW I would split us up in teams to cover more ground. He was doing this so he could attack us all individually!"
Then they both heard crazy battle cries as four dark figures jumped out from the shadows. Surrounding the two teens.
Jay immediately brought out his xiphos, waving around his sword trying to intimidate them. He would kill them all, if they had hurt Odie and Theresa, he would slice them to bits.
"I'm warning you," He snarled. "You have caught me on a REALLY bad day!"
And with those words he charged forward with a furious battle cry of his own, with Atlanta closely following behind him.
And together they fought side by side. Swiftly dodging blows and slashing at the giants furiously. Jay quickly dodged one of the ogre's powerful fists when he was pulled back by an unexpected pair of hands.
Jay whipped around to face his attacker. And gasped. There in front of him was a boy. The boy looked as old as he did no probably nineteen, with long inky black hair that was in a short ponytail. His skin was the color of the shadows glimpsing behind him. But the thing that shocked Jay the most was his eyes. His eyes looked exactly like Cronus's, except they were black instead of red. Yet they still had the same stare that drilled into his soul.
Jay immediately went into a fighting stance, ready to attack this man if he tried anything.
"Who are you?" He snarled.
The man grinned wickedly. "Wouldn't you like to know? Listen, there is not much time. I need your help descendent of Jason." He lied.
Jay winced. "How did you know? Are you sided with the gods? Or Cronus?"
The man sighed impatiently; this boy was going to make him tell lots of lies wasn't he?
"The truth is, I am sided with Cronus." He answered silently.
Immediately Jay started to charge forward. He swung one of his tired arms towards the man's face, and punching him right in his nose. The boy was thrown back against the wall, and started to fight back. He was immediately back on his feet and started to melt back into the shadows. Jay lunged forward to stop him, but was too late. He swung around everywhere, rapidly looking for the older boy.
But the older boy found him first. Jay was suddenly thrown against the metal wall, an assassin's blade pressed against his throat. Jay started to resist and struggle, but the man pressed the blade closer to his throat and Jay realized that he could not break free from this man's strong grip.
"Listen to me boy," He hissed into his ear, "I have no choice in the matter." He said lying the whole time. But Jay still struggled and resisted.
"Any one who works with Cronus obliviously has a reason. What will you gain if you kill me?" He spat out. "Money? Jewels? Or did he promise you immortality? Or something stupid like that? " The man pushed the blade deep at his skin. Jay cried out in anguish and pain as the blade stuck slightly into the side of his neck.
"He has captured someone I deeply care for! He is going to kill her if I don't obey!" He lied again.
Those words made Jay stop resisting.
The boy smiled. The descendent of Jason is taking this very well. My master's plan will work perfectly!
"He is using something, someone against you?"
He nodded slowly. He released Jay and pushed him away from him. Jay immediately went back into a defensive position.
"I am a skilled assassin. He is using my fiancé to make me kill you and your friends. If I fail even once, he will kill her."
"If you are such a skilled assassin, then why don't you save the girl and escape?"
The boy growled with frustration. This boy is really starting to get on my nerves. He thought as he clenched his fists.
"No," He said, "I am not skilled enough to take on the god of time by myself. Instead I am asking you for your help."
Jay snorted, his hands still balled in fists. "And why should I help you?"
"In return, I shall show you to Cronus's hideout, and you will still be able to defeat him."
"But why me?" He growled.
The boy shrugged his shoulders. "I have been spying on all of you for months. I know that you have lots of knowledge about Cronus. You have also been fighting him for over a year, you must know something that would be able to defeat him."
Jay laughed harshly. "Then I know it will disappoint you to here that I probably know less about how to defeat him then you do."
The man shrugged his shoulders again. "Well you are still a skilled fighter. You are a good fighter, really good. Though you will never surpass me and my standards. Anyways will you help me?"
The man impatiently awaited Jay's answer.
"I would appreciate it if you told me before its time for lunch." He growled impatiently.
"I don't think I should trust you." Jay said slowly, still not moving any closer.
He laughed at that. "You can hardly trust anyone at the moment. No one can be exactly what they seem."
Jay's eyes narrowed and his suspicions grew larger. "I can't just leave Atlanta." He said.
He shrugged his shoulders. "She seems to be getting along just fine. She has already beaten two of my best giants."
Jay waited thinking. Finally he spoke. "Shall I at least know the name of my partner?"
He smiled wickedly. His plan was going along perfect. "Darren." He said.
Then he turned around and walked into the shadows, motioning for Jay to follow.
Jay paused for a few moments and looked back at Atlanta. She now only had one more giant to defeat.
"Sorry Atlanta." He said as he followed the man in the shadows.
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