Chapter 4

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These reviews were supposed to go in the last chapter but I kinda forgot, oh well.

Also you shouldn't blame my dear friend AlabasterTorrington for not updating for a while, he got grounded

1 week after last chapter

Have you ever wondered if your life was made just to entertain the fates? Yeah that's what I'm feeling right now. I mean how do so many monsters find me in this place, you would think all the junk would cover my scent. I was just reading peacefully when a whole pack of hellhounds just appeared out of the shadows.

They chased me halfway across the junkyard before we reached a suitable battle area. There was still junk strewn about the floor but I could maneuver pretty well after over a week of living here, better than the hounds at least.

This was actually a great place for me to fight, because I would be able to use the junk as unconventional weapons. As the first hound out of over twenty lunged, I kicked a ball of some sort into it's face, where it promptly exploded and covered the hellhound in a rainbow of colors. All of the hellhounds and I just stood there for a second, then I stabbed Paintdog and the others attacked.

I kicked another ball, but this one exploded into glue, which would be awesome if it wasn't gluing me to the ground. Well, there's that one's flaw. A hellhound fell to a slash to the muzzle, and another fell to my backswing.

However, one did get through my guard and slashed my leg. Fortunately, my legs were already stuck, so it didn't impede me much. I slashed off the glue, then realized that I had actually been cut. However, it was much shallower and shorter than it should have been.

While I was examining the wound, a hound lunged, missed due to a sidestep by me, and hit yet another ball. Of course, this one just had to be Greek fire. It exploded, triggering others in a chain reaction that obliterated the pack with teletubbies, shrapnel, popcorn, styrofoam, explosions, and the Greek fire.

Strangely, when I got back up, I wasn't burned too badly. I got the feeling that since the junkyard is being guarded by me, it tries to not hurt me.

Sadly, there didn't appear to be anymore grenades, but later I would have to search for more. They were intimidating, destructive, and some would be great at pranks.

After the last hound succumbed to his wounds I was feeling pretty tired and decided that I wanted to take a nap. I wandered around for a bit before I found a lake and I just jumped in. It gave my limbs new energy and strength, also healing me, but my mind was still tired, I fell asleep among the rocks at the bottom.

Time Skip

4 hours later

When I awoke I felt the tugging in my gut that told me new visitors had arrived, it wasn't pulling me that much yet so I knew they didn't steal anything. I jumped out of the lake and put on a magical cloak I found two days ago, I covers my entire face with shadows, it's nice.

I started walking towards the tugging in my gut and eventually reached a clearing. I was filled with anger because it was a bunch of demigods STEALING ALL OF MY STUFF! I roared in anger from the top of a pile. It sounded bestial, even to me, the person who made the sound.

"Little half-bloods, what are you doing?" I spoke in an icy cold tone that flowed over everyone, they all shivered.

"W-we are taking all of this gear back to New Rome" One spoke nervously.

"Are you so stupid as to steal from the gods?"

They all paled drastically, one or two pissed themselves. All except one, he just kept loading the gear into his bag. I yelled at him "Are you not afraid of the gods!"

"No, it's not like they'll smite us for taking stuff they don't use" He yelled back, I smirked. I prayed to Vulcan, Lord Vulcan I pray that you show this demigod how wrong he is, I'll sacrifice some tools to you later milord. As I finished my prayer the area started growing considerably hotter. Some small fires broke out here and there among the junk.

Then there was a bright flash in the middle of the cleared area, and there stood Lord Vulcan, the proud forge god of Rome. He looked around and tutted disapprovingly before looking at the one demigod who disobeyed my order.

"You disobeyed the guardian of the junkyard, if you hadn't then maybe I could have spared you, but you continued trying to steal from the gods. Charles I hereby sentence you to death on the charges of stealing from the gods" He spoke in a loud, deep voice. After he finished talking said demigod burst into flame and was turned to dust in seconds. After Charles was no more Vulcan turned to me.

"Keep up the good work guardian, and please, come visit sometime. Your father misses you" I smiled at the thought of visiting my father and bowed.

"Thank you Lord Vulcan, and I'll try to visit within a week's time."

He just smiled and nodded before flashing out. I glared at the remaining demigods and said one word "Scram"

They heeded my warning and dashed out of the junkyard as fast as their legs could carry them. I smirked at them as they left, this was my junkyard now and no one's going to steal anything on my watch.

I looked around for anything useful, and saw 3 balls. I smirked. I looked at them, and they weren't labeled in any way, so not for pranking. I kept looking and eventually found around 20 grenades.(A.N. cause explosions ;))

After finding all of the grenades I wanted I started walking and thinking about life. So much had changed in just a few weeks, if anyone had told me this would happen two weeks ago I would have told Dionysus to make sure they hadn't gone insane.

Becoming guardian of the junkyard, being betrayed, finding out the romans were real, so much change. While I was walking I felt my foot ram into something, it was a strangely decorated box. It looked ancient, more so than the gods. I picked it up and opened it, there were two amulets. One felt like how the junkyard normally feels, with all the junk and magical stuff, and one felt lik-like the pit.

Annnd, end train of thought right there. Don't think about Tartarus anymore than needed. I hadn't even been in there and was already terrified of it. I walked back to my place and decided to take a nap. Probably a bad idea, as it meant nightmares most likely, due to thinking about that place, but I was tired. Sue me.