Chapter Thirty
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or HoO series by Rick Riodan, nor do I own Star Holder Commander's character, Walker. I do own all of the other OCs mentioned.
Nico's POV
"Good gods, Nico. What did you hit? A cow?" Krya grumbles in the passenger seat. Her eyes were closed and she had a look on her face that said, "I'm tired and I have a headache, leave me alone or you'll find your head fifty feet into the woods."
"Uhh, just wait here. I'll be back." Before she could say anything else, my seat belt was off and I was out the door and unsheathing my sword.
"Okay man, I dunno what you want, but I'm not feeling up to this today. So I'll give you two options. You can either leave and let us be on our way, or I can kick your ass over the state boarder and back to the Underworld. Your choice,"
Cacus looked even more disgusting than the last time I had seen him so many years ago, if that were even possible. The frothy mess around his three mouths was yellow and dotted with something black, and there seemed to be bits of flesh stuck on his barbed legs. The three sets of tusks were yellowed and also tinted in what I could only assume was old, dried blood.
He licks his lips, and growls, not answering. His posture suggested he was about to pounce on me, so I readied myself to dart out of the way.
Half a second later, I was tumbling out of the way as he plowed toward the back of the truck. He stopped himself before he mashed into it, but it was a close call.
He whirls around, a deadly look in his black eyes. "I'm going to kill you,"
I really tried not to, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Dude, that's your best threat? You can't come up with anything better?" The question seemed to stump him, and that was exactly what I needed.
While he was standing there, pondering a better threat, I inched as fast as I dared toward him, trying not to make a sound. When I was about ten feet away, I started to run towards him. Then I yelled and jumped, raising my sword. He started slightly, taken by surprise.
Just as he looked up to see me, my sword was arcing down. I grin as a complete look of shock punches him in the face, and the gleaming Stygian Iron slices through all three of his necks. I hop back just in time as the acidic black blood spewed everywhere.
When the body falls to the ground, I kick at the heads, punting them into the tall grass on the left side of the road.
I hear Kyra's car door open and I turn around. She fumbles over, clearly still weak. She had an annoyed look on her face, almost as if it were my fault a man-spider jumped out in front of the truck.
"What's taking you so long?"
"Just finished. C'mon, let's get out of here,"
She sighs and turns back around, walking to the passenger side and getting back into the truck. I look back down at the body; it was already starting to disintegrate into the yellow dust.
I walk around the side of the truck and swing myself back in, slamming my door. I lock it then start the thing back up. I gas it and it roars, jetting us forward and back on our way.
One thing bothered me about the encounter. Cacus was one of those talkative monsters, who usually did more talking than actual killing. He also would expect you to fight back, as would most monsters. I mean, what kind of person voluntarily gets slaughtered by a monster? He almost seemed shocked that I would fight him, rather than just give up and let him kill me. One thing was for sure. I was going to get a hold of a certain god of the Underworld soon.
A/N:
Kind of a short chapter today, but oh well. I felt like it needed to be with how I left it. Why do you think Cacus was acting strangely?
Oi. So on Friday at work, I had to walk down the street to our local newspaper place and fill up a bunch of balloons, then deliver them all around downtown. See, at the end of every month, spring through about mid-fall, we have an art walk the last Friday in downtown. So I had to fill up thirty balloons and take them to different businesses we have around there so they could tie them to their street signs. I can't say I much enjoyed filling up and tying off all those balloons, but delivering them was actually a lot of fun. That is, until I had to take some to two of the three bars we have downtown. The first one was fine, and I just gave them to one of the tenders. But the second one? Dear god, I wanted to strangle an old man.
Apparently, if someone is having a birthday and lines up a stripper, the stripper usually brings balloons with them. So I was half-way in this bar, and I'm greeted by all this cheering, which was a little surprising, but it's a bar so I didn't think much of it. I didn't feel the need to go all the way inside because I assumed someone would just come and take the balloons from me, but no. So I had to eventually ask if someone could come and take them, and this tall old guy hops off his stool and comes over to me to take two out of the fourteen balloons I had left. Then he asks me, "Are you the stripper?"
I was pretty damn shocked, I'll tell ya that. And disgusted with how this guy was looking at me, like I was a juicy roast ready to be eaten. So, not really knowing what to say, I kinda glared at him and just stiffly said, "No." then walked out. Yech, gave me the creeps to be looked at like that.
M/A:
"'Where have all the riots gone
As the city's motto gets pulverized?
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse!'"
Letterbomb by Green Day
XOXO,
Mrs-diAngelo25
