Thousand Faces

by SeaSpree

The annual Thousand Faces Celebration is here, this year being held in Manhattan New York. The one thousand most famous people in the United States are invited to the week long party, and awards included. Among the mix are some demigods, who aren't only famous in the mythological world, but the mortal world as well. How do the mortals view them?

3. Chapter 3

This is so short, and I apologize for it. I had this idea, but wasn't sure how to drag it out. I should be updating another chapter on here as soon as I get the idea. Also, some of you wanted a real celebrity's POV. I'm not doing that, since I know I would hate it someone wrote about me, and got my personality all wrong. I will have real celebrity's portrayed in the fanfics though.

Bruce Lareson

Someone had set up a brawl in the middle of the celebration. It really was just a "for fun" thing, but being a pro wrestler, Bruce was excited.

Especially when he's in the ring, undefeated, having gone through at least fifteen opponents.

"Who's next?" He thundered. Many of the people surrounding him were young celebrities, childhood stars, and teenagers. The others, old people, were probably wandering around.

A scrawny Latino guy with curly hair and mischievous face got pushed up by the crowd. He looked about twenty, and was smiling cheesily.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at the scrawny boy. He could beat him in less than half a second.

"What's your name?" He asked. The twenty-year old man answered

"Uncle Leo at your service," the man said, giving a dramatic mock-bow, which sent the crowd into laughter and turmoil. If this hadn't been THE Thousand Faces party, Bruce could almost believe that they were all at some teenage hang-out.

Bruce was about to turn the kid (he might as well be, so scrawny) into a grease spot, and he wouldn't get in trouble for it. They were all famous. The few officials wandering here would turn a blind eye. Especially when all these people gave them a thousand dollar check.

Bruce cracked his knuckles. This would be an easy win.

"Uncle Leo" didn't seem afraid though, he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, and near him, Bruce could see a group cheering for him.

Bruce (although he didn't watch much TV, or read the news) recognized some of his friends too, some of them were universally famous, like Percy Jackson, or Annabeth Chase, or Piper McLean.

Bruce bounced a few times, and then charged forward. "Uncle Leo" dodged swiftly out of the way, and grabbed his head. He was unbelievably strong, when his arms were no thicker than chopsticks.

In thirty-seconds, "Uncle Leo" wasn't the one that went down. Bruce Lareson was.

Terrifying.

Bruce ended up spending the rest of Day Three's celebration hidden in shadows.

SeaSpree