Friends or Enemies || Kane Chronicles and Percy Jackson

Chapter 15 ~ Eye for an Eye

*Disclaimer: I do not own the Kane Chronicles, Percy Jackson and the Olympians and The Heroes of Olympus series and its fictional settings, characters and story line. This is merely a Fan fiction written for my and the readers enjoyment. Due to changes made, this story now covers the timeline from The Lightning Thief to The Crown of Ptolemy. Magnus Chase and The Trials of Apollo are not included.*Chapter 15 ~ Eye for an eye

Carter Kane

I stood at the char burnt ruins of the Brooklyn House. In what used to be a huge building was nothing but vast emptiness with large chucks of what used to be part of the building scattering the ground. I walked carefully through the ruins with Zia following behind me. Some of the areas were still burning with Greek Fire, the mortals either couldn't see the flames or they got scared when the flames wouldn't go out and ran away.

I pointed my staff at one of the burning areas "Maw."

My voice sounded dry and empty but water shot out of my staff towards the flames which swallowed it like dry kindling and burned even more brightly. Zia stared at the flames with mixed emotions "They'll get stronger with water. We just have to wait it out."

I reached the center of the ruins, where our technical living room was supposed to be a few floors above. There I found what Zia had a few minutes ago. In the middle of a much wider space, there was a huge chuck of burnt cement, a silver dagger was buried half way into the middle. Around the dagger, words were burned into the cement "If you run, you won't see me STAB you! ~ ADC"

Goosebumps went up my skin as I read it. I carefully touched the hilt of the dagger and jerked away quickly from the heat. I shook my hand in the air to cool it as I asked Zia "I suppose you know who ADC is."

She nodded "I've seen them everywhere. But the thing is, some mortals can't."

I waited for her to continue "ADC stands for Academy Du Couteau. Translation from French; Academy of the Knives. They are in almost every city, hidden from mortals view with several ads claiming they only accept the best and the gifted."

I this time called on Horus' power and encased my hand in a Hologram like hand before pulling out the dagger, this time it was much easier "So, you mean Percy is part of them?"

Zia explained "Some mortals would pass by like they saw nothing, some would pause but walk away like nothing happened, others would enter carefully, very little would enter like it was natural. I tried but, it disappeared right in front of my eyes."

The dagger was pure silver, meant for killing Lycanthropes, the edges were still sharp that could cut skin at the slightest touch. I asked, my voice low "Why didn't you tell me?"

She didn't keep her eyes off the dagger "You told me before about the Greek stuff. I thought it was one of those things so I kept away, I thought it was for the best."

Academy of the Knives... Existing in almost every city, training demigods as gifted killers. I felt a sudden rage, to myself for being rash. To Percy for the destruction of my home. To Sadie for allowing herself to be captured by me.

I didn't know where Sadie was, I had no clue where she was. There was a whole army of killers that exist in every city hunting me down and Percy Jackson is part of it. The Brooklyn house was gone and I haven't found ways to contact the members. Worst... the mortals news has announced no expected survivors.

The next thing I knew, Zia had pried the silver dagger from my hands. I snapped back into my senses and saw Zia panting as clutched the silver dagger now tinted with red. I turned to my own hands and saw they were deeply cut, crimson lines spilling blood slowly. I didn't try to stop the flowing, I let the blood drop on the ground and sizzle on the hot stones.