A/N: Hello, I'm back. Did you miss me? Didn't think so! On to the chap!

Chapter Four – In Which Omega Finds a Friend

After Thrylos had left, Omega began to force his way to the stage. People were still moving about, screaming in panic, not having realized that the monster was no longer present. It was an annoyingly long process, leaving the son of Chaos with multiple bruises. When he finally made it to the stage, Omega sat down to rest for a minute. He stood up and walked over to the politician, who was still shouting for calm. Omega snatched the microphone from his hand and, making sure it was on, screamed, "SHUT UP!"

Everyone was effectively silenced, and turned to look at the new speaker. Omega looked over the crowd to ensure they were all listening before continuing, "There's no need to panic anymore. This man," Omega gestured to the politician, "saved all of our lives! Isn't that right, sir?" The man not missing a beat, strode forward and plucked the microphone from Omega's grasp, "That's right, son. I, Leonard Jonathan, repelled the beast. For now, you are all safe." His heroic act was rewarded with wild applause. As soon as it died down, Leonard resumed, "But without your help, chances are we won't be so lucky next time. That's right. For this, I will need your help, the help of the Manhattan, and the help of the entire city! Spread the word: vote for me, and I promise to protect all of you!" The crowd instantly began to disperse, people running to all corners of New York to proclaim Leonard's deeds. In 30 minutes, the only two left in the area were Leonard and Omega. The politician turned to the young boy, "Alright, what is it that you want?"

"I don't understand. What could I, a lowly schoolboy, want from the savior of Manhap-Manhattan?"

"You're not fooling me, kid. I could tell that it was you who made the beast leave, but you told them I did. Why?" Omega smiled, "Perhaps I'll tell you if you will kindly do as I ask."

"And what would that be?"

"Find me the greatest home in this city, and I'll give you the power to rule as you please." Leonard pretended to think about the offer before sticking out his hand, "Deal." Omega stared at his outstretched arm, eyes narrowed in suspicion, "What are you doing?"

"It's called shaking hands. It's what business partners do when they agree on things."

"…Oh," Omega slowly raised his own hand where Leonard gripped it and gave it a firm shake, "By the way, kid. What's your name?"

"…Orion, and yours?"

"Leonard Jonathan, but you can me Lenny."

"Alright…Lenny…Let's get this show on the road.

Alex took a step back, his world crashing down around him, "You? B-but you're dead!" Thomas Clearcrescent leaned back in his chair and sighed, "That wasn't as bad as I was expecting." Mrs. Caravell stood up, "Alex, please calm down."

"Calm down? I almost get eaten by a monster, find out I've been unconscious for almost a month, and now a guy who was supposedly dead for the past year is sitting in my kitchen? How the hell am I supposed to be calm!" Before anyone could say something in reply, the doorbell rang. Thomas took a sip from his water, "Alex, could you go get that? If you've calmed down when you get back, I promise to explain everything." Alex stood still for a moment before making his way towards the front door, his mind still reeling, How is this happening? The two people that had been waiting snapped him out of his daze. Fys stood there, arms crossed and foot tapping, as if he was waiting here for hours on end. Behind him was an even more surprising visitor; Mr. Rus wearing a heavy winter coat, and shivering. Alex raised an eyebrow, "What are you two doing here?" Fys stepped forward, "Your mother invited us. Are you going to let us in?" Alex stepped to one side allowing them into the entrance hall. Coming inside, Mr. Rus looked over to him, "It's good to see you back on your feet, Alex."

"Yeah? Thanks!"

Alex followed Mr. Rus and Fys back into the kitchen where Katherine and Damon had joined Mrs. Caravell and Thomas. The young Caravell sat in a chair across from his step father. Thomas looked exactly like Alex remembered him. Messy black hair with a few flecks of grey, clear green eyes, permanent tan, and the pearl white teeth. Coupled with his attire of Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts, and opened toed sandals, Thomas looked like he had been pulled straight out of a Caribbean post card. Everyone else had taken up spots throughout the kitchen, Fys leaning against the wall with Mr. Rus sitting next to him, sneezing and shivering. Kath stood by the sink, looking between Alex and her father, absentmindedly turning the faucet on and off. Damon had found himself a comfortable spot on the floor, lying down staring out at the ceiling and whistling It's a Small World until he noticed Alex giving him a dirty look. Mrs. Caravell went to another room to order pizza.

Alex returned his gaze to Thomas, "Alright, are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Yes, I think it's about time you know. Luckily, your understanding of Ancient Greece will be useful here."

Alex's eyes narrowed, "I've only studied the myths, and what does Greece have to do with you coming back to life?"

"Everything, Alex. You see, each and every myth you've read, every tale you've written off as a fantasy by some crazed middle aged man, is true. There was a Perseus, a Hercules, and Theseus. Adventures like that for the Golden Fleece happened all the time. And, most importantly, there were, and still are, gods and monsters on the Earth."

"…" Alex stood up and walked away from the table. Everyone was watching him intently now, not sure how he would react. He turned back to Thomas, "Assuming you aren't crazy, how did you plan on making me believe you?"

"The signs are all around you, Alex," Thomas spread his arms wide, "The Chimera that attacked you last month, me sitting here when you had been assured I was dead, and even the public's sudden interest in the old stories. A little hard to explain otherwise, aren't they?"

"And what makes you so important that the gods gave you a Get Out of Hades Free card?"

"Because I am a god. My real name is Poseidon, king of the sea."

"You? A god?" Alex threw back his head and laughed. Until then, he had actually somewhat believed Thomas was telling the truth. But a god? The most imposing thing Alex had ever seen Thomas do was angrily demand new ice cream cones at Disney World when he found out his had a hole in the tip. And Alex was supposed to believe he could control the oceans with his will alone? "Ha-ha. Oddly enough, I still think you're crazy."
"Need more convincing? How about…this?" As Katherine went back to turn the faucet off, she saw the water begin to twist and contort. The long line of water left its usual path in the sink to fly over everyone's' heads, taking the shapes of a sea serpent, galloping horses, and a beautiful mermaid before coming together into one massive orb and falling down on Alex, soaking him to the bone. Mrs. Caravell returned to the room and, noticing the mess, rolled her eyes, "Thomas, would you please clean this up?"

"Of course," With a grin, he waved his hand and all of the water flew up and returned to the sink, leaving Alex and the floor completely dry. The young Caravell just stood there in shock, not even bothering to make sure his brown hair returned to its normal look, "Wh-what? How did you…?"

"I told you, didn't I?" Tomas, or rather, Poseidon said, placing his against the back of his head and leaning back, "My control over fresh water isn't as strong, but since it was once with the sea, it still listens." Alex rocked back and forth on his heels, everyone watched quietly, waiting for him to deny what happened, but he just looked at his mother, "…How long have you known?"
"…"

"Well?"

"…He told me a month after we first met."
Alex just nodded before turning to Katherine, "And you?" Kath looked at the floor, "Since I was six."
"And neither of you told me anything?"

"Alex…"

"You just let me suffer? You didn't even bother to let me in?"

"Alex, please…" But it was too late. Alex turned on his heel and made his way out the front door, slamming it shut behind him.

Fys rolled his eyes, "Over emotional prick." Everyone stared at him angrily. He looked back at them, "What?" Mr. Rus sighed.

Alex walked down the street, feelings of betrayal and sadness welling up inside him, Why didn't they just tell me? The idea that he wouldn't have believed them had occurred to him, but did nothing to soothe him. He felt a brief spark of anger, kicking a Sprite can as hard as he could and continued his moody walk down the street. "Hey!" Alex turned to look at the girl striding towards him, rubbing the back of her head with one hand and holding the can he had kicked in the other, "What's the big idea?"

"I'm sorry! I was just…uh…" Poking out of the girl's pocket was a familiar looking piece of metal. He looked back at her. Her hair was a dark brown and went just past her ears with eyes the same color. About his height, she was wearing a green hoodie marked with the alpomepro logo, a brand that was extremely popular farther South, and a blue jeans with the object of his fascination rising just out of the pocket. She stood there, arms crossed and foot tapping. Alex looked over her shoulder, an idea forming, "Holy…! What's that?" The girl turned quickly, her short hair swishing around her head. Alex made a grab for the metallic object. Feeling his hand, she turned back around, but not before he succeeded. In his grip, Alex held a poorly crafted knife of the same material as the spear that now resides in his room, "Where'd you find this, a junk yard?"

"Give that back!"

"You know this is supposed to be a weapon, right? Look at this," Alex began to bend the blade when it suddenly snapped, "Oops."

"Look at what you did!" The girl said, aghast, "Do you know how long it took to make that?"

"Well, to be honest, you might as well have been fighting with that can!"

"Oh no!" A third voice cried out, "A rapist! Don't worry, I'll save you!" A fat boy with thick glasses ran up and stood between Alex and the girl, who put a hand to her head, "Michael, what are you doing?"

"Protecting you from this rapist!"

"Rapist!" Alex interjected, "I haven't even touched her!"

"But you did break my knife. How did you know what it was, anyway? Are you a half blood?"

"Half what? First weapons, now crazy talk? You're insane."

"How dare you insult my girlfriend, you dirty rapist!"

"I'm not your girlfriend, you pig!"

"My sweet, it wounds me to hear such things!"

Alex watched the two argue for a bit before looking around. All the shouting and yelling had attracted attention. Everyone up and down the street was watching them with a mixture of concern and amusement. Alex returned his gaze to the pair, psycho girl now attempting to beat fat boy to a pulp while he barely held her off, holding her wrists and sighing about the ups and downs of love. The young Caravell got between them, "Would you knock it off?"

"You have no part in this matter, rapist!"

"Keep talking and I'll-"

"Are we having a-a-a-ACHOO!-a problem here?" The three teens stopped to look at Mr. Rus, wearing his winter coat and holding a tissue to his red nose, "I'm not an expert at fighting, but I don't think the middle of town is a very good place for it." Psycho girl's eyes widened and she took a step back, "Uh, we're sorry for the trouble. Michael, let's go."

"Of course!" The pair turned and began to walk away, before, breaking down the street. Alex watched them go, "That was definitely the weirdest thing I've ever seen." Snow began to fall and Alex shivered, having forgotten a coat. He turned back to the substitute teacher, "What did you do to make them leave?"

"That girl's eyes are clearer than most."
"Huh?"

"Well," Mr. Rus gave him a sly grin, "Let's just say that I'm like Thomas in some aspects."

"You're a god too!"

"Well…no…not really."

"Then what are you?"

"Hmm…"Mr. Rus smiled, "I'll tell you, one day."

"Alex stared at him for a second before nodding, "It better be before you blow yourself up or something else idiotic." Mr. Rus laughed, "Do you want to go back home yet?"

"Yeah, might as well hear the rest of the story," Alex sighed.

"Then let's go; this cold is killing me!"

The others had continued their conversation after Alex's departure, so when he arrived, they were discussing a subject completely over his head. Poseidon looked at Katherine and Damon before turning to Mrs. Caravell, "Melissa, they would be safest there. They could meet others like themselves and learn how to fight."

"I don't want Katherine so far from home, even if she is the daughter of the sea god, and I don't think Damon's mother would appreciate him missing out on school."

Fys rolled his eyes, "You sound like you're talking about a vacation instead of discussing a life or death scenario."

"Don't worry, Mrs. C," Damon ignored Fys, "My mom will understand, and I promise to keep an eye on Kath."
"What's going on?" Everyone turned to Alex, their eyes revealing a mixture of feelings, Poseidon seemed surprised at his quick return, his mother watching him carefully as if expecting another outburst, Fys looked annoyed that Alex didn't have all the details on a world hidden from mortals, and Damon and Kath were just relieved that he wasn't angry any more. Poseidon sipped his water, I wish for Fys to take Damon and Katherine to Camp Half Blood, a safe haven in New York."

"Camp Half Blood?" Remembering psycho girl's question, Alex asked one of his own, "What's a half blood?"

"Half blood is just another term for demigod, or child of a god, like Kath or Damon."

"Ah," Alex turned to his friend, "You're a demigod?"

"Hey," Damon put his hands up, "I only found out after Fys told me. I was going to tell you, but you knocked yourself out for the past few weeks, so explanations were kind of difficult."

"So who's your dad?"

"I…uh, don't really know."

"Is that normal?" Alex turned back to Poseidon.

"No, which is the other reason I want him to go."

"Sounds reasonable."

"Also, there's one more thing."

Alex raised an eyebrow, "Which is?"

"I want you to go with them."

End

A/N: I was slightly unhappy with this chapter. One because it took me forever to put aside time to do it and two because I just don't like it.

Look out for the spin-off series: The Adventures of Psycho Girl and Fat Boy!

I'll try my hardest to get out chapters more frequently, but we'll see.

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