Son Of Chaos - One Shots/Mini Stories

In and Out

The mission was simple.

In and out. 

Unseen.

An easy task of assassination.

But intel was wrong.

Turns out it was a trap from the beginning.

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Luke was probably in the worse shape he has been in for quite some time. His side was burning from a gash by a grazed bullet, his left leg had been shot and he could feel dried blood down his face from where they knocked him out. 

He was leaning up against the back of the cell, trying to muster up some energy to move.

To his left was Annabeth. She had been beat up but no bullet wounds. She had a few cracked ribs and some heavy bruising freshly forming on her face where she was punched. Able to stand, she was up and glaring at the idiotic individual who captured them. 

And well, Percy being Percy, wouldn't let Annabeth go on a mission alone. Yet that was what they had planned.

He was currently held down securely on a slab of black marble with ancient writings in the center of the brightly lit room. Chaotic Silver shackles bound his ankles and wrists, keeping him in place. His wings were no help with no room to move.

He also had some dried blood on his face, and had multiple wounds from bullets but all had mostly healed before they strapped him down while he was unconscious. Only two remained fresh and bloody due to the lodged bullet. 

Percy was currently struggling to break free. His eyes would glow for the second and then fade as he tried to use his powers. But Chaotic Silver acts as a prohibitor. A restistion.

Annabeth was silently working on a plan of escape but much of the factors were against anything she came up with. Luke was basically out of commision and she had no way of breaking out of the chaotic silver cell.

The man standing in the center of the room seemed to be enjoying the moment. 

"My, my, my, this went quiet splendidly." He acclaimed.

Annabeth didn't respond but a flash of panic crossed her face as he turned his attention to her husband. 

"Now, the reason I need you son of Chaos is because of your power. See, I have a goal of world domination and I need a power source to help me accomplish that."

Percy sneered. "I won't help you do anything."

The man shook his head. "Did I ask for your permission?" 

He then turned to the others around the room and nodded. One person walked up to the man with a skillfully made dagger, along the blade ancient text was inscribed. The hilt held a single polished white crystal. Another walked forward with a golden staff featuring a large rounded polished crystal, matching the other, on top. 

Annabeth gripped the bars with white knuckles ass thoughts for what they might be planning filled her mind. Luke grunted as he tried to stand again and failing. 

"Leave him alone! What do want!?" Annabeth yelled.

The man didn't even turn towards her as he grabbed the dagger and stalked up to Percy. 

Percy glared. 

The man approached calmly, "now let's get this underway officially." He grabbed Percy's hand and dragged the dagger easily across his palm.

Hot liquid flowed along the blade beautifully. 

Percy hissed in discomfort but nothing he wasn't used to.