The Wave to Recovery (pjoxyj)

chapter 11

Ughh!

My head hurts like fuck.

I blurrily open my eyes, seeing a concrete room, a table, and a cloak wearing man standing beside it.

Confused, I go to slap myself to make sure this isn't another weird-ass demigod dream.

But nope, my hand apparently doesn't feel like cooperating sinc- OH GODS WHY AM I TIED UP!!

Snapping awake immediately, memories start flooding my mind of my latest mission. Including the strange man with red eyes that is now in front of me.

I glance to my hands to find them chained above me, same with my legs on the ground, spread out like a star. A very depressing, non glowing, percy-like star.

"Ah! You're finally awake." The hobo says.

"Wow, really? I had no fucking clue." I retort.

This seems to fire him up because he raises his voice, "Do you have any idea who I am, you puny mortal!"

"Okay, first off- you have your hood on. Am I supposed to have x-ray vision and magically see what you look like underneath that? Cuz' surprise, I don't." I laugh, doing my best jazz hands on 'surprise' with it chained up and everything. "And second, there's like a 73% chance that I have no fucking clue who you are. So don't get your hopes up buddy."

"I see you're as infuriating as the tales sought you out to be. Well then, I guess that'll make this even more enjoyable." He says and glances at the table, which I now notice has various very sharp looking objects.

"If you've heard so much about me, then you should know you won't get anything out of me with those." I gestures with my head towards the torture devices.

"Yes, but my goals are a little... different per say. Anyway, I'm sure you're wondering who I am and what you're doing here." He says, turning his attention back to me.

"Not really." I mumble, though I'm sure he heard.

"You see, your little heroics ruined my rise to power. And now you're going to pay for it." He keeps going, ignoring me.

He then throws down his hood, revealing a very pale looking guy who looks in desperate need of a vacation to the Bahamas. His black hair falls to his shoulders, and his red eyes now more prominent against his white skin.

He waits a second, as if expecting me to recognize him. When I keep staring blankly at him, he throws his arms in the air and exclaims, "Does that stupid camp teach you guys nothing!"

Now my suspicions of him being from Greek Mythology solidify. With his red eyes, knowledge of my 'heroics', and mention of camp. Now to figure out, is he a monster or a god? Or something else?

"I am Alastor, God of evil deeds and family feuds." He booms. Huh, guess that answers my questions.

He spreads his arms out like he's expecting some sort of applause.

Well too bad for him, he chained my arms apart so that isn't possible. His fault.

But Alastor does ring a bell...

...

Ooooohh, he was one of those minor gods that Annabeth made me read about. I swear the book took me at least a week to read. Though, I guess it was worth it. Too bad they didn't include mug shots in case we were to ever run into them on the way to school.

Or in this case, when you're searching an abandoned warehouse for an evil organization that recruited gangs that are specifically targeting me.

Evil organization...

Wait a dam second- hold up. Hold your fucking horse.

The mysterious guy is this dude!

Gosh Annabeth would be so proud.

I remember Alastor's symbol is a pitchfork on fire. And the gang members have that tattooed on them. So I guess he's using those gangs to get back at me.

"You mean minor god?" I reply a couple seconds later.

He seems annoyed at my very helpful correction

"For now," He growls out. "Once my plan is fulfilled, my power will grow until I become as powerful as the Olympians. I had a taste of that during the last war. All the evil deeds and family drama fueled my power. I was growing stronger! That was, until you ruined everything by making peace and settling everything. You made me weak, but not for long. I will use you to make myself reign."

"Yeaaa sure. And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

"It's simple really, I'll inflict injuries only a god can make. And when a god finds the precious savior of Olympus all bloodied up, it'll create a war between the Olympians. Fingers will be pointed, things will be said, actions will be taken. Since they're the most powerful family, the tension between them will be enough to make me powerful."

"Cool, very cool. If that'll be all, I have a date with a couple people and a lot to explain, see ya!" I say, and before he can comprehend what I just said, I vapor travel the fuck outta there.

While he was going on and on about his evil plans, I used the water vapor to unlock the celestial bronze shackles holding my limbs. I couldn't vapor travel with them on, which was the reason he put those on instead of regular metal in the first place. But I guess no one really knows the extent of my power anymore (being god-free for the last couple months) so he had no clue I was able to get out of them.

People tend to underestimate me.

And when I got all the information I needed, I yeeted myself out of that creepy as fuck torture chamber and to the mountain where a team of very worried looking young superheroes were situated.

"Wassup?" I greet before I'm attacked with questions, concerns, and a very adorably worried Roy.

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Hoia

So I know some of this stuff might not actually be true or make sense in the world of mythology. But for the sake for the story, fuck sense.

And now y'all know who the evil guy is. Were you expecting that? Who did you think it'd be instead?

I know I've kinda been out of it, but turns out I actually have a life. Who knew? I've been traveling a bit so I haven't had time to write as often as I'd like to. And it also turns out that I have friends that actually want to spend time with me, so there's that as well.

So yeaa, not sure how often I'll update but I'll try!

Bya

-Hunter