Chapter 10
Hello you guys, I first started writing this chapter on the plane to UK. Yeah, you got that right, I'm moving to UK for study (as I have a 50% scholarship for studying A-level). Rough time preparing and a freaking long flight (12 hours)
So, last chapter was a failure. It didn't attract enough viewers. Well, fellas, I'm looking forward for more people to read my story. It is not I hate you guys, I just want more chance, more opportunities to perfect my English skill (and, well, hopefully, a publisher will notice my 'awesome' skill and I'll have a contract)
And, to apology for super late update, this chapter is one of the longest I've ever written (over 6000 words). Hope you guys enjoy it
As I told you earlier, this chapter will be rated T+ due to a majority of bad behavior and bad words. So, read with care.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Percy Jackson series. I just own my OCs and the plot
Chapter 10
(Third person's POV)
Flashback (continued)
He was flashed away, as you may called it, to a place where he had no idea about. It was a place where he felt it familiar, yet so strange in the same time. It was like a mixture between a Roman temple (hey, who said a soldier isn't allowed to learn?) and a barrack.
Why? He spotted marble columns on the outskirt of the room, just like the way he saw them when he visited the temple of Athena in Greece (he had to blow up its underground system, poor Greeks, they couldn't found out why their underground water system disabled for nearly a week). And why it looked like a barrack? Weapons were hang on the wall with strategic war plans. Some came from great battles. Yorktown, Stalingrad, Pearl Harbor,… and he spotted 2 from his homeland: Dien Bien Phu and Bach Dang River.
Who the hell had put hose on the wall? This man was, obviously, had no sense of humor
Where the fuck is this place? I swear, I'll make that freaking man answered for this!
Yeah, and that man in black. Who was he? Why was he there? And why, and how, did that idiot bring him to… this bullshit.
First thing first. Identify immediate threat. He looked around the room again. Just the same old things: marble columns, torches laid equidistance along the wall which was covered by weapons and war maps. Nothing was worth considering a threat, not even a potential one.
Second, figure out a way to defend yourself. His AK-200 (A/N: This is the fifth generation of the AK assault rifle, the first one, well, you probably know it, AK47. AK200 has been developed by Russians for quite a while) was strapped behind his back. Since when? The last time he checked, he was holding HIS AK200. The one which was attached with red dot/scope (A/N: The type of aim system which was introduced in the first level of Call of duty 8: Modern Warfare 3. Its name was hybrid) and a 12 gauge shotgun. Sighed, he checked his sidearm, a 9-mm pistol. Still wrapped around his right thigh. Ammunition? Strange… it was full. Five magazines for his assault rifle, three more for the shotgun and four for his pistol. It couldn't be refilled by itself. Someone must have done that.
Hmm, what was the situation? He was probably stunned and knocked out by that man. He might have used some kind of nerve gas, or sleeping gas. Then, that guy rang some friends and, bang, he was brought here. But, the smell of the battle was still on his clothes. His sweat, his comrade's blood… and his friends' name tags – their identification discs – were still in their places. It wasn't possible. Unless those guys were master in making fraud items, whom he had met a lot of times.
OK, third step. Blast the way out if there was anyone, sneak out quietly if there were too much hostiles. If there was no one? Take the front door. So, front door it is. There was a corridor which had torches on both sides. It led to a huge door, the type you usually see in movies which described castles and stuffs like that.
Even he knew there was no one there but him, he still walked quietly. Who knew when the patrolling soldiers would come back? He opened the door, to reach another room. This room was even stranger. It was empty, and had a very high ceiling. The floor was shined, which allowed him to figure out its width and length. The room must be at least 500 square meters, no, more like 625. As he estimated, it was a square room, 25 meters each side. But he couldn't find out how high the room was because there was no light on the ceiling. He bent sown and touch the floor. It was dust, no, it was phosphorous as it saw it dim lightly in his hand. No wonder…
Suddenly, he felt a breathe of cold air coming. Gun pointed at the direction, he saw nothing but another sector of the floor. But something was different. Someone had entered the room. Five years in combat and hundreds of battles allowed him to sense strong auras. And he felt a powerful aura in the room, high above. Adrenalin rushed through his body. Fight or flight. His first lesson in Academy. Gun raised, he turned around to get a 360 view. His sense suddenly sharper as he identified the position of the aura.
10 o'clock high, approximately 35 meters away. But no visual contact. He was the prey, that aura's owner was the hunter. If he, or she, launched an attack, he had less than 2 seconds to pin point the location and strike back.
Out of the blue, a voice in his head:
'Hero, my daughter believed in you to complete her duty. Prove to me that you are worth it'
'Who the fuck are you, bastard? She said you weren't there when she need you most! You have abandoned her! And I have nothing to prove. You've kidnapped me, an officer of UN Peace Keeper Special Force. I demand you to release me now, or you will have to face the court'
'Very brave. At least now I've figured out why she chose you. And, to answer your question, no court can judged me. Neither can you. And you'll have to prove yourself, right here, right now. No matter you want it or not'
As soon as the voice finished, the aura moved to one end of the room with an enormous speed, clashing the floor with a thick yellow smoke with the smell of sulfur. When the smoke clear, a monster came out. He was shocked. What the hell was that? A product of a biochemistry company? A fault product? What kind of creature which had the body of a bull, a face of… whatever it was, a scorpion's tail? Whoever made this have to pay.
'It's not a genetically modification creature. It's a manticore (A/N: have I spelled correctly?), hero. Face it. Use your dagger'
That voice again. Damn, when he came through this, that guy would have a lot to explain.
The monster raised its tail and… WHAT? It can shoot? A dart barely missed his neck. Shit, if that dart hit me, I'd became one hell of training target. Before I figure out about this monster, I'd have to flight. But as soon as he moved, the monster threw another dart at the direction where he wanted to move. This bitch was good. Really good. Try distraction. Move left first then turn around quickly to move to the right. That tail was like a shotgun, it couldn't behave like a machine gun. He tried for it, and failed. The monster fired two darts to both sides of his. Fuck
So, flight wasn't an option. Fight it was. He may failed again, but die on your feet is better than live on your knees. A saying from his homeland. Quickly draw the pistol, double-tap his head. That was his plan. Quickly and accurate. He kneeled down as fast as he could while drawing the pistol out. Unlock the safety pin, aim, fire. His instructor's voice echoed in his mind. The monster was hit, of course. He had never missed one shot in this CLOSED range.
The monster's head exploded into dust and the body slammed to the ground, leaving a big, stinky shell. Just like the video games he had been playing since secondary school.
'Trust me, hero. It isn't like what you have been thinking. Nothing is as it seemed'
As soon as the voice finished, the monster's head reformed and soon, a roar came. It was a roar which can scare the shit out of every one. Even him. He could see his greatest fear coming to reality. The fear which he had been trying not to think for years. His heartbeat increased rapidly, allowing his adrenalin to rush through his blood once more. This time, he knew it would be a tough fight.
Tough fights need big guns.
Just hope that his .30 assault rifle could handle this crap. A three-round burst screamed out loud. The monster was hit. But as quick as it was destroyed, the monster regenerated itself, becoming a much MORE annoyed beast.
He put everything he had left into the monster. The entire thirty-round magazine empty itself in less than 5 seconds, even with his three-round shooting style. The monster, who was really, really, really, REALLY pissed off, launched forward. Its tail shot darts continuously, forcing him to flee and run around the room. The darts were coming. Left, right, left, duck, left, right, duck…
His instinct led him through the room. Years of training and combat had sharpened his reflex, helping him to live a little longer.
But he had less than one hour to think. If he couldn't, he'd become monster's breakfast, something which he doesn't want to imagine.
And, yeah, its roar was pain in his ear. He could be deaf before his death came, ironically.
Fighting in close combat, obviously, wasn't an option. This beast had both shooting tail and razor sharp teeth. If he fought in close quarter, he'd be able to smash its teeth with a frag, short for fragment grenade, or a HE, short for high explosive, but its tail would stab through his body, from head to toe, before he had any chance to kill it. If he used guns to take advantage of distance, well, he did it and it didn't turn out well.
If the monster kept chasing him, it'd be a matter of time before he was caught and… Let's not think about it.
The ONLY remaining option left was straight forward attack, using the element of surprise. He knew he had less than 3 seconds to approach, put a few rounds in its head, and smashed its tail. But he had to be as light as possible, which meant, he had to leave his assault rifle, bulletproof vest, grenades… and just kept his dagger and handgun.
The monster was closing in. Just 10 meters away. One shot only. He pulled out his pistols, with a full magazine and one round in the chamber, with the right hand and a dagger with his left. By smacking a button on the vest, all equipments went down, freeing him from six kilograms extra weight.
No time to waste.
Put a few rounds in the monster.
Jump on his head.
Use the momentum to move to its tail.
Cut its tail and turn around while airborne.
Put the rest in its body.
It was useless, using his guns. But at least, he died with tons of fighting. Better die on your feet and on the front line.
The first step went as he expected. The monster's head was bashed into dust, for a while. And it still marched forward to him, just as he wanted. Jumping on his head was easy, just like his training in FOB Phoenix. The monster was bashed down to the earth, its movement was interrupted, but in a short time only.
In front of his eyes was its tail. Like a slow-motion movie, it came slowly. Just like the time was slowing down…
Wait for it…
Wait for it…
Wait for it…
SLASH!
He was able to cut through its tail, and to his surprise, its tail was cut off from the body, entirely.
Before he had any chance to investigate further, he had to rolled on the floor, which he did easily. Of course, there were still one more job: turn around and put the rest of his pistol – eight 9-mm rounds – into his fucking butt. The monster roared with pain, of which he didn't know. Its tail or its butt. And he didn't want to find out.
The monster turned around, with its bleeding tail. And it was bleeding, bleeding the green blood
YUCK!
The monster couldn't talk, but with a glance at its eyes, he knew exactly what it wanted to say: 'I'll eat you alive, slowly, so I can enjoy every moment of your last minute'
But somehow, his gut kicked in. He knew what to do.
His left arm jerked back, and like a ninja, he threw it. The dagger, wonderfully, smashed right between the fucking monster's eyes, causing the entire monster blown off into dust.
Its tail, which was 5 feet away, turned into something like a paddle of oil. Shit. His dagger was in the middle of that paddle. He stood up and took it back. It looked like the monster had shit on his dagger. But that was strange. He was holding a golden dagger. And he knew one thing: his dagger WASN'T made of gold
One more thing for that fucking voice to explain. But that would be later, he had more important things to do at the moment.
He just stood nearby the paddle, watching the pile of dust continuously.
Three seconds…
Five…
Seven…
Eight…
Nine…
Ten…
Eleven…
…
Fifteen…
The monster didn't reborn. He let out a sigh. And only after then, he realized how tired he was. But he couldn't rest. Not yet.
Suddenly, a chilling sound came. Not a monster, please.
No, it wasn't a sound of monster. This one was more like the sound you get when opening a goddamned door which hadn't been oiled in… 10 years?
Torches were lit up, he could see an opening door, at the end of the room, behind the monster when he first saw it.
No way back. No reason to hang around. He had to move forward, just like his fore: Special Task Force. But he had to take his belongings first.
He walked slowly to the door, with his rifle's muzzle pointed forward. His body was forced to stay strong and sharp, regardless the tiredness.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw a corridor. Just when he planned to went back and place a few traps, the door closed right behind him with a sweep sound. No way to retreat. Only forward.
Hell.
-_-Time skip-_-
Ten fucking silent minutes had passed and he had never encountered with any hostile, nor see any door. He had to stay focused, but the image of his commander – the girl the love – just coming in.
Out of the blue, he remembered that that strange voice told him that she chose him. He remembered that day, when entire team was pinned down by a lot of machine gun nests. There were five of them, as he recalled it. Five was downed. Ten more were wounded, including three needed urgent medic. It was desperate situation. He must did something, and fast. His instinct led him to the right of enemy crow nests. As it turned out, it was a trail to enemy positions. What would come must happen. All enemy position were neutralized, allowing trauma team to reach the team's co-ordinate. His commander told him then: 'I've promoted you to my dad. You seemed to be his champion, King'
He didn't pay much attention. There were rumors that she was some four-star general's daughter, but no one knew the fact. No one but her, and she hadn't said a shit about that.
Was there any chance that that general was living there? Probably. One more thing to find out.
He glanced up and immediately alerted. The corridor was about to ended, and it led to a huge door. No immediate threat after this door? Hard to say. He inched to the right, where the door's hinges were installed. From there, he could open the door and still be able to defend himself, more or less, from the firepower coming from the room.
'Come in, don't be afraid hero. You've passed my test. Come in and earn your reward'
It was that mocking voice again.
If he found that man, he'd smack that goddamned person and put his fucking dick in that asshole's mouth. And he'd do it for fun, which will allow him to enjoy every moment of it (A/N: Don't think he is a violent man/boy, he had had a bad day, dude)
The door opened slowly, revealing a shocking view, in his point of view.
A man, wearing Canadian Special Force uniform was sitting on a… throne? Based on the uniform, that freaking man must be a colonel. But some how, he felt it strange, as soon as he looked that man by the edge of the eye, it turned out that he was wearing a golden armor. A GOLDEN armor, he couldn't believe it. The gold used to make the armor alone must be 200,000 USD, the technology, the craft, the secret and all that jazz made the armor worth at least 500,000 USD total. Yeah, that was his minimum guess. And he didn't want to know exactly the price of the armor.
The man looked at him with a look filled with… Amusement? Proud? Surprise? Could be all those three. Someone needed to get a pill, and quick
The man opened his freaking mouth:
'Good job hero. You have proved yourself for the last three years. You have earned one of the greatest honor of the history. It is to be my champion'
'Who the fuck are you togie? And I ain't accept any shit from you until I confirm your ID'
'Son, it is ver…'
'Don't call me son, old shit. Cuz' I'm not yours. Clear'
'Copy. SO, what does an English say? Back to square one. Let's introduce ourselves, shall we? Can you begin, soldier?'
'My real name is classified. Less than a dozen know, half of them are, well, not in this world. I'm known as Rikimaru, or Knight. I can go with either of them, some call me Rik9. I'm 20 and 3 months old, nationality, um, officially unavailable but I'd like to list it as Vietnamese (A/N; I'm Vietnamese and this guy gonna be myself in bad mood. No question asked, OK? Good, let the story continue). Being enlisted in Special Task Force of UN Peacekeeper for two years. Rank Lieutenant so don't call me soldier or I'll snap your fucking neck. Now, identify yourself'
'Alright. Have you ever heard about Greek/Roman mythology? I come from that'
'Cut the crap and tell me your name, dickhead'
The man in toga didn't answer. Well, it should be said that his face made every one think that he had just eaten something sour. But he kept silence. Instead, he stood up from his chair and walked to the other man, the Riki-knight. With a snap of fingers, Knight's gun dropped to the ground, leaving a dumbstruck officer. Then, all of his weapon was laid on the ground as soon as the mystery man clapped his hands.
There, two men were just a feet from each other (or, 30 centimeters), the man in toga spoke slowly:
'Easy, officer, I just want the next part of our conversation will be held in peace. No violence action is accepted. Thoughts, on the other hand, well, just say that no one can alter thoughts. OK? And, um, you will be dizzy a bit. So, hang on something strong. OK?'
The man reached out his hand and placed it on his head. Like a priest to a Christian believer. But this time, it wasn't that easy.
Images filled his mind. The birth of Romulus and Remus. The stealing-Apollo's-cattle incident of Mercury. The contest of Minerva and Poseidon… Somehow, he had two knowledge in the head at the same time. May be three, if you count the knowledge of the modern world. He learnt about Greek and Roman mythology through a touch on his head. Freaky? That man gonna be slapped in the face in…
Five..
Four…
Three…
Tw…
!
Fuck! That man was Ares/Mars. The god of War. Mars Ultor. That was his name, at least in this form. Mars the Avenger. One of the most important gods of the Roman empire. Used to be in the first Triad and then lost his position to Minerva. He could sense the god's displeasure and respect in the same time. Damn, his day just got better and better
The mysterious man retreated his hand and said:
'Now, I think you've found out who I am, haven't you? You are blessed with knowledge which will help you claim honor and glory. You are also blessed to become my champion. It's your duty, your only choice, if you want to get her back'
'Her? You mean…'
'Yes, Major Katelyn Rose. Your commander. Your crush slash lover. And she is my daughter'
Something was in the god's eyes. Pain? Proud? Sadness? Hope? Hard to say. Gods are freak. But hang on. He is HER father and the freaking god of war. And yet he did nothing to protect her and his team. Something exploded in Riki9. Pain and anger.
Without a second thinking, he lunged forward, attack the god of war. What was he thinking, you might ask. He didn't think, he just do it. There was no room for thinking in revenge, at least, not now, when the target was in sight. He got the chance and he must take it.
With a small trick he learnt from the Academy, he kicked his foot on the floor, causing the pistol to fly up, right to his hand (A/N: Don't ask me how he did that. Cuz' this is a fanfic) Moving forward, the gun's muzzle was raised up, aiming at the god's right shoulder. He couldn't kill a god, but hurt them seriously? Yeah, he could do that as he was doing it.
A scold appeared on the god's face. With another snap from the god, his gun dropped to the ground and fell to parts in action. Rounds, magazine, spring, firing-pin,… all of them were pulled apart and laid on the ground, in perfect order for assembling
Now, he wasn't annoyed or pissed. He was mad. That gun was his prize, his gift, his…
'Your, um, how can I put that? Proof of love with my daughter? Stay still, officer, it is for Jove's sake that I haven't blasted you into pieces of ash just because you love my daughter. You have to listen to me. Katelyn should NOT join the army, she should have joined the Camp Jupiter – Camp for Roman demigods. I didn't like her choice, but I respect it. Every one has their own pathway. And no gods, goddesses, major or minor have the right to interfere with mortal's destiny. It is because of…'
"Morai sisters in Roman mythology, an the Fates, in Greek. Hang on, how the fuck do I know that?'
'My bless, remember officer. You are my champion now. You have served well in Special Force, you will serve well for the gods. And trust me, you will find peace and love again. I'll bring you back to your comrades, that's the least I can do'
With a flash of light, Riki9 turned dizzy. The next thing he knew, he was in hospital, and as the doctor and his Lieutenant Colonel said, it was a 'miracle' for him to survive. He was offered the chance to discharge from duty and he took it…
-_-Time Skip-_-
(One month later)
It was one month since that incident. He hadn't told any one about that.
He had no one to tell about.
His family was killed in a car crash when he was just six and a half
His friends and comrades were massacred one month ago
His love was killed, right in front of his eyes
He must take all of his will power to live, so that his platoon – Pegasus – wouldn't be shamed of their last survivor. He sighed. But life was never easy. He couldn't get rid of his friends' images out of his head, even though he was thousands of miles from the front line.
Thanks to his Lt. Col. 's 'strings', he was asked to be a teacher at a high school in Redding, California. A PE and a History teacher. Just as his specialist. He didn't like it but he had to accept, some how, the bless from that freaky god had affected him a lot.
He grew up a little taller. Instead of 5ft4 (approximately 1.5 meters), he turned into 5ft8 (approximately 1.76meters). Not to mention that he was more muscular, and stronger. That was just one month. Luckily, that growing had stopped, if it didn't, he would have become Green Hulk by himself.
He glanced at the alarm: 8.30AM. Normally, it would be the time when the classes started, but it was Sunday, and there was no class. He stayed at home to honor his friends and comrades. It was one month after their death after all. He should do it, as it was his traditional belief.
It was nothing special. Some fruits, some chip-chip and jelly beans (some guys never grown up), some beer cans, sugar liquid (he had never understood why the Gunner enjoy drinking that), two slices of pizza (always two slices for each of gang member) and strawberry juice for her. He put all of those on the altar and mumbled words, hoping that they would have a better life afterwards
He sighed, ready to back on regular activity when he heard a voice:
'Don't worry officer, they had a really good life after all. They were brought to Elysium, in terms of Greek and Roman. I believe that back home, your people call that, what, back to the gods'
'Something like that, Marsy. What do you want from me? More training? I did well last time'
Being called Marsy definitely wasn't a good thing to Mars Ultor. But he had seen his champion on rage once and, yeah, the god himself was caught in action, which was really hurt (and it was a long story, happened just one week after the incident)
'No, I got a warning for you. You will be informed a choice in the next fifteen minute. You have two choices, one is extremely dangerous, but you'll make your platoon proud and find peace again. The other one, not so much, you won't have to do anything but you'll still suffer from this sadness. Trust me. Goodbye and good luck. Oh, and choose carefully, my champion'
With that, Marsy disappeared in the flash of red light
-_-Time skip-_-
(When the choices came)
He was resting on his couch, reading some books then. Somehow, words on pages always eased down his mind. He was reading jokes from Russia (in Russian, he was quite talented in languages) when there was knocks on his door. As a good man would do, he approached and opened the door. And he was shocked
He saw a woman standing in front of him. She had blond hair and grey stormy eyes. Just by looking at those eyes, he saw some knowledge escaping from that. It looked like he could saw words in that: Ни шагу назад. Not one step back, in Russian. But why she showed him that?
'You must be Mars's champion. Rikimaru. Am I correct?'
'Yes, and you are…' he scowled as images flashed through his mind. And he hadn't been used to having that. He still felt like being hammered in the head 'Minerva or Athena? You are quite the same in both culture'
'Right now. I'm Minerva. And I have a quest for you. Do you accept it?'
'I can't say anything when you haven't given me a single information about it. So, is there anything I have to know?'
'Seem Ultor has chose the right man. You are the first who wise enough to evaluate the risk. Not bad for a war man' The goddess seemed to impress with him. He was the first to question a quest given by a major god after all 'Well, fair enough. I have one champion en route to Camp Jupiter. And I want you to escort her to safety. She will meet you in fifteen minutes. So, what's your answer? You take it or not'
'Where is Camp Jupiter? It's in California right? So, I'll be back by this evening. Am I correct?'
A nod from the goddess confirmed his thought. He continued:
'But why should I, not some son of Jupiter, Poseidon or Hades (A/N: You guys know who they are, right?) accept this quest? I've just found out about this mythology world for just one month for God's sake!'
The goddess of wisdom said nothing. She just kept silence, watching the officer with eyes full of amusement. Her eyes sent him a message: I know something you don't know. Then, the goddess slowly opened her palm, letting a mist going up, forming a small cloud right above her hand. It just liked a TV, apart from the fact that there was no plug in it. And Riki was stroke in awe immediately
'Is that your champion? She…'
'I know. Mars told me. So, tell me. What's your choice? Escort her to safety or just abandon her?'
The officer just stared at the mist. Something was up in his mind but he couldn't tell it. Something was odd…
Eventually, with one deep breath, one deep, slowly, peaceful breath, he nod his head:
'I'll except this quest. Now, I'll pack my stuff. Be ready in T minus 5 minutes. What is her checkpoint? I mean, where will I meet her?'
A smile dimly appeared on the face of the goddess. She said:
'Here. In your room. She will be safe, until then. After her arrival, your quest will begin. Watch out, hero, as you will see the real lost soon'
And she just disappear.
Trying to recover from the shock, Rikimaru just went back in his bedroom and started packing. Just a few pack of snack, 2 bottles of water and a few bandage. But something was wrong. Since the incident with Mars, his senses were sharper. Especially his sixth sense. He didn't know why but his instinct told him to prepare harder. Fuck. He just swore in his head. He didn't understand why he except his quest from the very first place
Damn them. He couldn't understand why they couldn't send a rescue party – the Mike as the US Rangers call it
Wish they eat their own butt. And he was caught between two worlds
Shit
And there, he had finished his packing. Two sets of clothes for himself, another set of clothes with smaller size for, um, the champion of Minerva. Food for two days and water for three. Medical aid, from both mortal world (like bandage, 70 degree alcohol, antibiotic pills…) and from the world of those dickhead (how do they call it? Nectar and ambrosia?)
Why did he packed so much in his old war backpack? His instinct told him to. And back in the Academy, he was taught to trust it. Now, it'd be a nice time to test that theory
A glance at the clock helped him to recognize that he still had quite a lot of time. Enough for shower. And he just did it. Just in time
There was knock on his door as soon as he finished changing his clothes. With a few steps, he was at the door. With the peek hole, he was able to see the person ringing the door. As it was her. The same person from the mist that Minerva had shown him. And, just like…
He shook that thought out of his mind and opened the door. The girl walked in and looked around the room. After a few moment scanning, she dropped her last glance on him and said, rather than asked, in a very very very very annoying tone:
'So, you must be the guy with the nickname Rikimaru. How old are you to get that name from a video game? Thirteen, fourteen, sixteen?'
'Aye, this is not nice. I haven't known your name yet! Speak your name or you'll go to Camp Jupiter alone!'
"Easy officer Hot-Head!' – The girl said slowly, as mocking Riki, which was exactly what she was doing – 'I'm going to tell you something about me. Name Mimi, age 17, born in Carson City, attending High School there when Lady Minerva spotted my talent and made me her champion. That was two weeks ago. Two weeks fighting monsters dear. So, bodyguard, what about you?'
'Nothing much. Former militia, rank Lieutenant, discharged from duty one month ago due to severe heroic actions, which couldn't save my platoon. What a pity'
He left a low sigh at this. The girl's eyes were widened with surprise. Clearly, Minerva just tell her that she'd get a bodyguard. Rikimaru just glanced at the girl and take that as the hint to continue
'My real name, um, the last time some one knew about my real name, just say that a lot of fucking butts in some governments were thrilled and sent some killers. I used the name Rikimaru then. Age 20 and 3 months. And yeah, I'm the champion of Mars, he took me in after putting me with a monster which I couldn't blast it with my trusty gun. That's all…'
ROAR!
The conversation was cut off by the roar of a monster. Judging by the loudness, it wasn't good. Both of them turned to high alert. Rikimaru blurted out:
'Quick, go into my room. There's a trapdoor below my bed. It led to underground system, we can lose them there'
'Them?'
'Yeah, them, monsters as in plural. I spotted at least half a dozen of them coming this way. And they are armed. Quick, I'll buy sometime for you'
'How?'
'Some perks of being the champion of Mars…' Rikimaru said with a chilling smile. It was an evil smile, Mimi felt lucky that she was on HIS team. If she wasn't… 'One of those perks is that I can summon a little explosive. And that's the good news'
'What the bad news?'
'I have done it only once so… Yeah, don't wait for me. Once you down there, just follow the sign, remember the signal in shape of two old-fashioned rifles crossing each other. The other end of the tunnel ends at Lancaster, just about 100 miles from Camp (A/N: I just take a random name in California State when checking the map. Just assume that I'm correct. OK?) Hope you can be there'
'What about you?'
'If I'm alive, I'll catch up after blowing this end of the tunnel. If I'm not, I'll blow up the entire building. Die in battle. That's the way I was trained. Now, go!'
A roar at the front door was surely the best way to pushed Mimi into the bedroom. She found the trapdoor easily, just under the bed as Rikimaru had described it. She opened it and a tunnel revealed in front of her eyes. Lights were lit up immediately
This guy has prepared for everything
She said to herself. But she just stood there, waiting for Riki to go down. He was supposed to bring her to Camp, which meant he had to go with her, no matter what.
Above the trap door, on the floor, unknown to her, Riki was mumbling:
'Don't worry, I'll be there in time. Just go'
He was holding a PKM – Belt-fed Machine Gun – a gun which didn't appear a few seconds ago.
A perk of being the champion of Mars.
But it wasn't the original gun. It had been modified. The gun's wooden butt was replaced by a foldable steel frame. The barrel was also made shorter. And a dozen things more, including the fact that the 'belt-fed' system was converted into 'backpack-fed' system with the belt going out from the backpack he was wearing.
Another perk. He kept that hilarious thought for himself
But he hadn't mastered the skill. He must channeled every moment of focus to this. Or else, the gun would vanish. And the next thing, well, it would be fucking the crap. he learnt it the hard way two days ago. Luckily, there were two demigods in the area. Luckier, they didn't found out that he was a champion of Mars
Not important. At least I can buy her some time. And these monster won't go down into the tunnel. I'll make it happen
He kneeled one leg down and aimed at the front door. The roar was extremely loud now. A monster's head smashed through the door. He just squeezed his trigger, the rain of death was released with a continuous sound of a machine gun. He released everything he felt into the shooting. Rage, hatred, pain and most of all, his new protective sense of Mimi. He swore that he would bring her to Camp, no matter what.
In the tunnel, Mimi heard nothing but the dim sound of battle. Her face turned white in a moment of seconds.
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