Roman Storm lunged towards his target. She raised her hands in defense and then, he felt nothing. His vision went black. The soldier felt a warm presence in his head and his mind was launched into his past. He caught a glimpse of what looked like a god, before he hit the ground, slipping into dreams. His mind replayed memories he didn't know he had. A whole life surfacing.
His name was Jason Grace?
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The last thing Jason remembered being full in control of himself was for the battle against Caligula. Jason had held eye contact with Apollo for a moment too long. Watched moment too long. Waited for his plea to sink in a moment too long. He saw the shock and desperation in Apollo's face and the piercing pain in his back. He pitched forward, pain shooting through him. As life fled his body, he couldn't die knowing Piper, Apollo and Meg could die here tonight. They had to live. He had to protect them. With a struggling breath, he begged Tempest to save them. Then, he hit the deck, seawater lapped at his cheek but he didn't have the strength to move. Caligula drove the spear through his back and Jason lost his last grips on the world. He remembered the fear on Piper's broken face as he watched her get whisked away.
Caligula kicked him over and tutted in pity.
"Such a shame," he drawled, "Zeus' brat. What a waste."
Lightning flashed above in the night sky but Jason knew that he was alone and he wasn't going to make it. Not this time.
This was his end.
Caligula's sneering face dissipated and Jason thought he was dead.
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From there, Jason could remember snippets, flashes of labs and screens. Doctors bustling around him. Blinding pain shooting through his head. Dull throbbing pain in his chest. Screaming, restraints and a logo. A glaring skull with tentacles that haunted his mind.
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Electricity coursed through his body, shocking him into reality. Jason gasped, his eyes bolted open. He tried to move but found himself strapped to a lab table, shirtless. Jason's mouth was covered what felt like a muzzle. Looking down, his supposedly fatal stab wound was gnarled scar and he was alive. How was he alive? How long had it been? A white man with glasses strutted around the table, studying Jason.
"Is he prepared?" the man asked a woman wearing a surgical mask in a white coat.
"Code words implanted, Dr. Whitehall. Awaiting activation, sir," she replied.
"Very good," the man replied.
"Sir, are you sure about leaving his memories behind? It could weaken the program-"
"Our partner was quite specific on that detail. It's not your place to question," Whitehall answered.
"Yes, sir," the woman said, retreating to a safer distance.
Whitehall turned to Jason and smiled, sending shivers down Jason's spine.
"Mr. Grace, you pissed off a very powerful person. I will enjoy watching your journey...soldier."
Jason tried to talk to scream, ask where he was, who these people were. Why did they have him? The words got stuck in his throat, dying before they saw daylight.
The doctor pulled his glasses off and wiped them, keeping eye contact with Jason. Jason struggled as much as he could, twisting his arms desperately.
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