OK… First off… This isn't SonofNyxHades. I'm his brother, inheriting his channel… or personal, whatever it is. Second, SonofNyxHades is dead… he committed suicide on 12/13/2016. I've only gained the balls now to post something on this… eh, I'm going to leave it up to you guys to tell me what it is. But… I will continue this story and finish it, I owe it to my little brother.
Thirdly, this will not be the only thing that will be running from me… and indirectly him as well. I'm going to start up another Fanfic, a Fairy Tail one. So, if anyone out there who is reading this wants me to do something special for it, tell me within a month or else I'll just go with my own plan.
Finally, I swear. I'm only updating monthly or bimonthly. Now… My name is the Dragon Slayer of Nyx and Hades, and I present to you Zoo of Olympus Chapter 12.
-In memory of SonofNyxHades
Percy POV.
Everyone in the taxi van that we rented with Thalia up front with the driver, directing him to the general direction of the hunt, Nico and Adam to the left of me with in us in the back, and Clarisse in the middle protecting the duffle bags.
I see Nico taking a nap next to me, Adam playing on an iPod with the brightness at blinding, Thalia was arguing with the drivers, and I have no idea what the Hades they're saying because they are shouting at each other in a different language, and Clarisse…
Wait, is Clarisse drawing in a sketchbook!? I peer over her shoulder, seeing what she is drawing. It's not what I would expect from a daughter of war. I would have thought maybe a flaming skull, or a few swords crossing each other, maybe a piece of armor or an artillery weapon, but I think what she is drawing disturbs me even more than that.
She is drawing Rainbow dash… From My Little Pony… What the fu-
"GAH! PERCY!" Screamed a startled godling of war, which made Thalia jump, who shocked a mortal and crashed the white van that looks like it belongs to a rapist into oncoming traffic, and somehow… I become airborne along with a certain dangerous looking can of mace and moldy skull…
Good to know my cousins still care about me to throw their weapons at me. Good times.
"Percy? You know my old man doesn't like you in his domain, right?" Comes a call from a blonde teen who is floating in mid air with a coin being rolled in between his fingers. He grins, his glasses over his now tan face, which has a deep white scar of a lightning bolt over his eye, a dark grey trench coat over his back, and a purple SPQR polo shirt on. Floating on a cloud next to him was a certain brunette girl of Cherokee descent with a purple hoodie with SPQR on it as well.
"Jason! Piper! Good to see you, but I'm kinda free falling right now!" I shout, and then gravity seems to take hold once again.
Then my face was introduced to the pavement in a quite unpleasant manner.
Will POV.
I was on my way to see how Nico was doing with Percy's little group of renegades, when I see a certain twin on a bench, covered in blood. Connor…
I see Travis and his older brother, Christopher, run up to the wounded stole, with their sister Skylar and the son of Athena, Theseus, guarding a truck.
"Actually, can you pull over here please?" I ask the taxi driver.
"Oh, going to get a bite to eat at Denny's?" Asks the driver.
"Yeah, some friends just told me their eating there." I lied convincingly.
"K, You'll need to pay half though." He says. I slip him two twenties and tell him to keep the change. I jump out and run across the sidewalk to them.
"Will! Thank god you're here, we could use you right about now!" Calls Theseus, who is checking over Connor's wounds. I rush over and gulp. Besides the several minor scratches covering him, the worst of his many batterings is a burn mark over his eye, in the shape of four lines crossing his face. Gods, it looks like someone dipped a hellhound paw in lava and slashed his face with it. It's going to be boiling soon and may burn away more of his eyebrow than it already has if I don't treat it soon.
"OK, someone get me ice, and a towel. I need also some painkillers and a bit of someone's shirt and some gauze, along with some disinfectants and aloe vera." I shout, sending everyone scattering. Christ stands near me, leaning on his sword that seems to also be a guitar case due to the mist.
"Connor, who did this to you?" The older brother growls.
"I-it's… I-i-i…. I-it's a…" Groans out Connor.
"What? Connor, you have to speak up for us to hear you." I murmur, trying to coax him into saying very little but tell him what happened so we can help deal with the damage.
"I-it's… I-it's a tr-rap…" He groans. Then I hear a cry and just when I turn around, I see a pair of arrows enter my chest, and Chris runs forward, and engages the oncoming attackers.
Percy POV.
I groan as I wake up from my… unexpected date with asphalt.
I roll over, and rub my face, and I notice something. I'm not on asphalt, nor am I in a bed. I'm on a black stone floor, probably marble. I see black fog swirling around me, and braziers filled with flames that are also black, but in the center of the flame, I see dark reds and purples. I walk over to a brazier and stare at this odd flame. It's nothing like normal fire, or even Greek fire. It looks more, Underworldish. But worse. It held a familiar feeling, like I've seen this in the pits of my nightmares.
"I see you are awake, Mr. Jackson. Please, join me." A deep gravelly voice booms.
I see a man, his face pale, his complexion almost perfect except for a long scar cutting from his ear to his chin. His eyes are a helix of the same dark crimson and blackish purple, swirling with both kindness and malice at the same time, giving of a strict and dangerous vibe as well. His black hair is slicked back, and goes and reaches his shoulders. Then there is his armor. Its silver, lined with black, and has red faces beaten into it, all of them look like the souls of the damned. A black cloak with a blood red inside bellows down like banner from his shoulders. He sits at the head of a table, with some food such as a turkey, a plate of ham surrounded by potatoes and diced tomato, and a jug of some liquid that isn't water, as I can't seem to control it. I can probably guess who this is, even if I don't recognize his face from the first time.
"Only if you answer my question first. Why am I here, Lord Tartarus?"
Hehe… Gotta love cliff hangers.
Thanks again to the Beta, The Last Renegade. And R&R. Helps a lot, as I am kind of new to this stuff… Hopefully I can fill in where my brother left off.
