Fortunate Son of the Sea God chapter 11
A/N: So excited to introduce my O.C. to you guys! This is also the last of the "introduction" chapters. Sorry it's taken so long to get to the real action but I really wanted to not only show the war, I also wanted to show life back home with all the anti-war movements and the way people were living. Also, check out Together Forever by Yoshi208. You'll spot a familiar character in it.(it's totally not David) I also have a bunch of other ideas I want to experiment with in the future. One of them is a Western/cowboy A.U. with the Seven and another is a mobster drama set in Chicago. Give me some feedback in the reviews if you would like to see this.
See you guys in Vietnam!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except the story and my O.C.
Chapter 11: Sweet Home Alabama
David sat in his granddad's rocking chair, leaning back and forth with his trusty shotgun in his lap. David just got back from basic training and it was hell to say the least.
It all started when that smart ass Percy Jackson decided to go and soak the drill instructor on the first day. The strange part was that Percy was one hundred percent dry. Percy didn't stay around much longer after that, David spotted some guy in a wheelchair talking to him before he left. Apparently, he was transferred to some "special" unit that David had never heard of.
Things at boot camp only got worse after that, the grunts had to endure intense training that pushed them to their limits. David originally came into camp with a lot of confidence, he was a star football player for his local high-school in Alabama and was the most athletic guy on the team. He was drafted after his senior year and sent to Parris Island. David was furious that he couldn't go to college to play football, it had been his dream ever since he could walk to play college football for his favorite team, the Auburn Tigers. As a result, David often didn't give it his all throughout training and this led to several of the tough instructors riding him pushing him to the extreme.
In the end, David eventually got with the program and became the most lauded soldier in his platoon and David outwardly embraced it. The truth though was that David wanted to part in it and just wanted to get back to his farm in Alabama. There were only two places that David felt at home, on his dad's farm and on the football field.
David's last training exercise was the last straw for him, they were doing a live-fire exercise with M-16's, rocket launchers, and other weapons. He had been focusing on getting through the drill as he sat in a foxhole when he heard a cry for help.
He peeked out of his hole and saw a fellow soldier had been shot in the foot. David ran out to save him when he heard a man yell near him.
"Rocket! David look out!" A soldier yelled.
David saw a rocket from a rocket launcher coming right for him and before David could leap out of the way, a bunch of thick vines sprouted out of the ground protecting him for harm.
After that incident and when he finished training, David was allowed a brief visit home. He had got home that day and after sharing a beer with his dad, David volunteered to keep an eye out for any critters or thieves.
So there David sat, his overalls hanging loose off his body as he scanned the fields around the house. The crickets were chirping as they always did and the moonlight illuminated everything for David to see.
David continued rocking back and forth in his chair until he heard the sound of crops rattling. Someone or something was moving through their crops.
David shot up out of chair and checked to make sure his trusty shotgun was loaded before he stepped off the porch towards where he heard the noise.
"I'm giving you to the count of ten to show yourself before I show you true southern hospitality!" He yelled as he trained his gun at the crops.
"1...2...3...4...," David started counting until a familiar man in a wheelchair emerged in front of him.
"Put the weapon down David there's no need for violence," he said in a surprisingly calm tone.
David was confused, this was the guy he spotted talking to Percy before he left, what could be want with David?
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing on our land?" David growled with the gun still aimed at the man in the wheelchair.
The man let out a sigh, "My name is lieutenant Chiron and I've come here to recruit you for a special division in the army," he said.
David hesitantly lowered his gun, but kept his gaze on the man. "What makes you think I'll join this army?" David said with a growl. He didn't trust this guy one bit.
"I've brought company in case you had doubts," Chiron said as he let out a whistle.
Suddenly, eleven people around David's age all emerged from the crop field. Each one having a different appearance. (A/N: I'm not describing them all I'm pretty sure you guys know who they are) David took a step back in fear and raised his gun again, aiming it at several of the intruders.
"Get the hell away from me!" He shouted.
"Woah dude! No need for violence! We're your friends!" a guy with curly brown hair and an elvish face yelled.
"Friends?!" David spat back.
Chiron started to move closer but David pointed his gun at him again freezing him in place.
"David, you must calm down, we aren't going to hurt you," he tried to assure him.
"I don't want anything to do with you or your damn army Chiron!" David yelled. He was still scarred from his brush with death during training camp. He didn't want to go back.
Another one of the eleven stepped forward except this one was a girl with black hair that was braided over her shoulder. She had on olive drab fatigues and David could read the name on the front of her uniform,
RamÃrez-Arellano
David immediately pointed his gun at her but she continued slowly walking towards him. Her expression was caring and full of sympathy.
"Stay back! Or I...I'll shoot!" David yelled as his lip trembled.
"David...," the girl spoke.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" David screamed so loud it frightened some birds nearby.
David went to pull the trigger but he hesitated, his whole body shook. He was scared, terrified even at what had happened to him. He was emotionally damaged and the girl knew that.
David dropped the gun and fell to his knees and buried his head in his hands as tears started to form. The girl sat beside him and placed an arm on his back.
"It's ok, David, we can take care of you, I promise," she said in a soothing voice that helped calm his nerves.
He looked up from his hands and got a good look at the girl. She had obsidian black eyes that were friendly and made David feel warm inside. He wrapped the girl in a hug and cried into her shoulder. For some reason, she reminded him of his mother whenever she would comfort him as a young kid.
"Are you sure about this guy Chiron? It looks like he's been through hell," a blonde haired guy asked.
"I'm more than sure Jason," Chiron answered.
David detached himself from the girl and gave her a nod of appreciation before standing up to face the other demigods.
He took a deep breath to try and clear the negative thoughts he gathered from the incident at training camp before speaking.
"I'll join your army Chiron, on one condition," he said.
"What would that be Mr. Everson?" Chiron asked.
"If anything happens good or bad while we're over there...I can choose to return home whenever I want," David said in a stern and confident voice.
"Very well, Mr. Everson, I grant you permission to drop out whenever you choose to no matter the scenario," Chiron answered after a split-second of thinking.
"Then count me in," David said.
Chiron smiled before pulling out a cigar and lighting it. After he exhaled the smoke he turned his attention to the other demigods still standing behind him.
"You heard the man, 2nd Platoon has been formed, you are all to report to Fort Half-Blood immediately for training!" He ordered.
The demigods groaned before making their way back the way they came into the crop field.
"David, Reyna, you two come with me," Chiron ordered them as they followed him.
"It's time to kick some ass," he said with an evil smile.