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Blood drips from his hands as he watches his captive struggle, the boys' blonde hair is dripping with sweat and his bound hands were dripping with the same substances.
"Please," he pleads tears dripping down his face. "Please don't do this."
"Tell me where they are!" he growls his voice cuts into the boy and he winces his head lowers towards his chest where his purple shirt is now darkened by the crimson liquid.
"I don't know!" he cries and he lifts his head his eyes forced shut as the light burns into him.
"Yes you do, Roman." He spits the knife is in his hand and he moves forward his intent clear and the boy tries to move back in his chair.
"Please, please."
Percy grins slightly and he swiftly moves towards the chair and elegantly he is kneeling down beside him a pout on his face as he moves the boys head so that he can get a better look at him, the boy quivers.
"I'm not going to hurt you" he moves the knife to the boys throat and mimics the blade moving along his throat before throwing it and embedding it into the door. "No, but my friends." He shakes his head and tutts loudly. "Sometimes they get a little carried away." The door opens and the boy shivers in fear and looks back towards the man beside him.
"Please, no, please, I'm begging."
"I know," the monsters move closer and so does the man their cheeks are touch and he mockingly soothes the boy. "But." He leans into the boy's ear his back to the monsters and he can hear the way his heart beat speeds up the way his sobs wrack his body. "You didn't tell me where THEY WERE!" He screams into his ear and the boy freezes for a moment before his sobs get louder and louder.
He stands slowly and watches the boy as he backs out of the room. The monsters move forward slowly and by the time Percy is out of the room the screaming starts.
"Gaea wants to see you." A drachne hisses, he ignores the beast and moves towards his room.
He has no need for that woman; he doesn't want to see her to hear what she has to say. He has done well in his missions and he does everything he is told to do and more, so why should he see her if she was more than likely just going to yell at him.
He sits in his room quietly; it's what he does know.
He can't remember much; sure he will remember small pieces of information like how he stopped some monster or something that had something to do with Time.
But he doesn't remember much.
The first thing he remembers is waking up on a bed with an older woman beside him holding his hand, she had explained some things to him sure, but it didn't really make sense.
Nothing did and he was just caught in the motions.
There is another knock on the door and it startles him.
"Come in." He calls and he folds his hands into his lap.
He knows this much anger isn't right and it really just shouldn't be but she whispers in his ear that it is normal and that he should be angry, he should really be thankful that she is there and will always help him.
And yeah he is becoming attached to Gaea.
The same drachne stands at the door her eyes roam the room before landing on him, she does something that Percy believes should be a smile.
"I said Gaea wants you." Percy opens his mouth to object but she interrupts him with a long hiss. "It is a new mission." Understanding floods through him and he nods his head before following her out the door.
They walk in relative silence and it doesn't take long for them to reach the throne room, Gaea sits in her throne, beside her is an empty one.
He doesn't know what it is for but when he asks Gaea about it she replies with a shake of her head that it was for a powerful being, but he changed so there is no use for it.
But Percy finds it odd that she doesn't just remove the extra throne.
"My lady." He greets kneeling by her feet, she smiles at him and orders everyone to leave them, they oblige.
"Perseus." She greets with a nod of her head. "I have a new mission for you."
Percy continues to kneel and looks up from his position.
"I have an agent who I feel has... Lost their touch." Percy looks confused, he has been asked to do many things before but never to a co worker, never has he been asked to get rid of one, he doubts if he would be able to do it. "I need you to get rid of her."
Percy is silent for a moment before he nods his head slowly.
"Yes, My lady, may I ask who my target is?"
She smiles a little and he feels his blood speed up like he has run a mile and is ready for more.
"Kim."
And Percy smiles; he gets the feeling like he never liked her in the first place anyway.
She is sitting at one of the tables, she is young, well younger than him anyway and she never sees him coming, she never looks up to see the sword as it moves down towards her.
Her screams echo in the room.
And for the first time he feels remorseful for a kill.
Months go by slowly and he feels empty, the joys he use to get from killing disappears slowly until he feels like a robot, someone who doesn't feel.
He doesn't like it and at night he is plagued by nightmares of the innocent he has killed, of the children he has slaughtered and tortured as if it was all some kind of game and to him that is exactly what it was.
It was a game.
But he has a feeling he isn't the player, no he feels more like a piece on the game board, an important piece but also one that can be lost without losing.
He wonders how long it will be until he ends up like the girl, like Kim.
It is early one morning and he has just returned from a hunt, his clothes are sticky and his hands smell like sewage water.
Immediately he is in the shower and washing himself off before he moves towards the throne room Gaea is sitting on her chair and he wonders if she sleeps there.
He kneels and she motions for him to stand.
"A camp has been spotted not far from here."
She nods her head thoughtfully and he is frozen to the ground awaiting orders.
"And what do you suggest we do?"
"Send the Cyclops." He says immediately and she quirks a brow.
"Fair enough."
She sends a messenger off and gives her permission for him to leave, he does so and moves straight for his bed, he fears sleep but he needs it.
He pulls himself under the covers and allows himself to stretch, and then the alarms go off.
He is pulling off his armour when he sees an arrow whiz past and strike a hell hound straight into the skull, the best evaporates into golden dust immediately.
"Take Cover!" he calls racing for an up turned table.
"How many are there?" he hears someone shout.
He ignores them and tries to focus on his heart which is leaping out of his chest with the thought of a new challenge he smiles viscously.
Quickly he leaps from behind his makeshift shield and pulls out his sword and he races forward. An arrow just misses his arm as he twists and turns, he is not going to die or be injured today.
Another one misses his leg and he is getting closer to his attacker, his eyes locate it quickly, or should he say her quickly, her silver eyes haunt him and he knows them.
He has to.
They look at him and he looks at them in a question, she raises her bow again and aims it for him, he dives just as she lets the arrow loose and he lands behind one of the walls in the hallway.
He looks past the corner and jumps back as an arrow just misses his face.
"Artemis I presume." He calls out, he can tell that she has stopped launching her arrows for a moment and he smiles.
"You don't remember, do you?" she says instead he can hear the quiver in her voice, and yeah he is confused.
"Remember what?" he calls poking his head out into the hallway, he gets a look at her face and he can't remember anything except for her eyes, he remembers those.
But he could never place them.
"Remember your family, your friends." She states.
He cocks a brow and moves slowly away from his hiding spot.
"I have none of those."
She growls and moves towards him. "Yes you do." Her hand is curled into his shirt and he doesn't like that one bit.
He pushes her and she lands on her back with a wince.
'She wants to kill you.'
'Fight her.'
'Stop her!'
He raises his sword and stalks towards the girl on the ground.
"You won't kill me! You won't!"
He doesn't know if he is convincing her or himself, but when he lunges his mind feels at war.