Prologue:
I'm not like them but I can pretend
The sun is gone but I have a light
The day is done but I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb or maybe I'm just happy
I think I'm just happy
I think I'm just happy
I think I'm just happy
My heart is broke but I have some glue
Help me inhale and mend it with you
We'll float around and hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down and have a hangover
We'll have a hangover
We'll have a hangover
We'll have a hangover
The song echoed through his ears, as he layed on the soft grass. He appreciated the dark night, he always felt comfortable in the darkness.
Skin the sun, fall asleep
Wish away, soul is cheap
Lesson learned, wish me luck
Soothe the burn, wake me up
He inhaled the smoke from the cigarette that was in his mouth. Then he adjusted his headphones on his ear.
I'm not like them but I can pretend
"I'm not like them but I can pretend."
The sun is gone but I have a light
"The sun is gone but I have a light."
The day is done but I'm having fun
" The day is done but I'm having fun."
I think I'm dumb or maybe I'm just happy
"I think I'm dumb or maybe I'm just happy."
I think I'm just happy
" I think I'm just happy."
I think I'm just happy
" I think I'm just happy."
I think I'm just happy
"I think I'm just happy."
He sang along with the song after he puffed out the smoke that he has inhaled.
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
"I think I'm dumb." He sang along again.
After the song ended, he opened his eyes to look at the sky. No stars today. He thought sadly. He sat up from the ground and looked around him. It's probably gonna be here any second now.
Suddenly, a strange flash of light flashed on his face.
"Get this light off my face!" He yelled at whoever was flashing that light.
"This is private property, what are you doing here?" A very authoritarian voice spoke.
Great, a security guard. "Just appreciating the fresh air." He replied sarcastically.
The security guard then took a good look at him. "How old are you?"
"My birthday day was last week so... Ten, I guess." He replied in a bored expression.
"Ten?! What are you doing at a place lime this at Three AM?" The Security guard asked in confusion.
"I'm waiting for a monster," He answered with a lazy smile.
"Where are your parents?" The Security guard asked, not even caring about his answer.
"You guess is as good as mine." He answered sarcastically while putting the cigarette on his mouth again.
"Hey! Put that down! " The Security guard ordered him.
"Why?" He asked as he inhaled the smoke.
The Security guard then grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, tossed on the ground and stepped on it.
"Come on, that was my last one." He whined.
"What is your name?"
He sighed. "The name is Zachariah Roosevelt, and you should really get out of here." Zachariah tried to warn him.
"You're the one who should get out if here and go home, otherwise I'll h-" He was trying to say something, until he noticed something on Zachariah's belt. "Put it down!" The thing on his belt, was a holster that had a revolver on it.
"I can't, I'm gonna need it." Zachariah tried explained. But before he could say anything else, he saw the thing that he was waiting for. "Oh, there it is." It was walking towards their direction.
The security guard turned around to see what it was, but when he did. Zachariah delivered a kick into the back of the guard's knee and hit him in the head with his foot. Should have just walked away.
He then looked as the monster that he was waiting for approaches him. It looked like a man from afar but Zachariah knew exactly what it was. Although the monster had no idea, who it was dealing with.
"I found you, half-blood." The demonic looking man hissed at the young boy.
"I was waiting for, you know, it's kind of rude to let people hanging like this." Zachariah replied as he stretched himself.
The demonic like man looked confused, like it wasn't used to this type of reaction when coming into contact with him. "Are you mocking me, little godling?"
"No, I'm just a little annoyed." He replied. "Now, would you please assume your real form so we can get started?"
The man looked even more confused, but decided to do what Zachariah said and assumed his monster form. Which it turned out to be a Manticore
"A Manticore ? Oh man, I was hoping for something else." He complained.
But that complain seemed to have enraged the Manticore and it roared at Zachariah in response.
"Hold up second." Zachariah reached for his backpack that was on the ground and pulled out a small orb. He squeezed the orb tightly which caused to form a strange pole at his hand that was engulfed in darkness. The pole then revealed itself to be a Scythe. The Scythe was very strange, the grip resembled a spinal cord, with the top resembling a skull with the blade coming out of it's mouth. I was going to test my new weapon but a Manticore is just not worth it. He thought in annoyance. "Wait, a second more." Zachariah told the Manticore, who looked extremely confused.
Zachariah then put on his headphones back on his ears to listen to another song.
Crawling in my skin
Okay, there it goes.
Zachariah then swinged his Scythe at the Manticore, who just jumped out of the way .
These wounds, they will not heal
Then he swinged downwards in such a speed that the Manticore nearly wasn't able to dodge.
Fear is how I fall
The monster then tried to stab Zachariah with it's tail, but he easily dodge the attack and stab the tail with the Scythe.
Confusing what is real
It yelled in pain when it felt the blade piercing it's tail. But Zachariah quickly pull it out and swings at it's head.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
But the Manticore managed to evade the blade and tried to charge at Zachariah.
Consuming, confusing
He jumped out of the way by jumping to the side, before pulling his revolver and shooting at the monster's leg.
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
The bullet landed perfectly and quickly did damage as the leg gave out and the monster fell down into one knee. Zachariah then put the revolver back into the holster.
Consuming, confusing
Zachariah then walked towards the Manticore and looked at it's face.
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
He raised his Scythe.
Controlling
He descends it
I can't seem
The blade pierced through the monster's head, which caused it to become a yellow powder and vaporize on the spot, leaving a smell of sulfur. That Zachariah personally liked.
Too easy. Zachariah thought in disappointment as he pulled the headphones off his ears. He squeezed the Scythe's grip which turned back into a orb.
He walked towards his backpack and put the orb inside and the holster with the revolver as well. Can't walk around with a revolver on me, and I'm gonna have to get myself more bullets. Why did Celestial bronze had to be so rare?
"Uuuhh." He heard someone grunting.
Oh, he's waking up. Zachariah decided to hide behind a tree that was close by.
"Uhhhh, what?" The Security guard spoke out loud. "Ahhhh, dammit!"
He probably remembers, what I did." Zachariah thought as he hides.
The guard then grabbed his radio and called someone. "Alert, a child attacked ne over."
Does he realize how dumb that sounds?
He heard someone speaking on the radio. "It's a ten year old child, he has light brown hair in a caesar haircut and blue eyes." He started to describe Zachariah. "He's wearing glasses, a black hoodie, a long sleeve stripped shirt, vintage blue jeans, gray skateboard shoes and a army backpack."
Wow, pretty good memory for someone who got kicked in the face.
"Because he had a gun! A revolver!" He yelled at the radio.
I guess I better get out of here. He thought, before he decided to sneak out of that place. I'm gonna have to find a place to sleep for the night. Zachariah thought as he was leaving that area. But I really need to be back at the camp before morning, otherwise Thalia and Annabeth are going to kick my ass. He thought in worry as the last beating he got from them for sneaking out of the camp was pretty brutal.