Slavic Huter [OC PJO Crossover]

CHAPTER 15 - When the nightmare comes to life

(A/N) Warning - mature and triggering topics. (I think that's what they called it)

20th of December 2007

All four of us turned in the direction of the voice. Behind us, surrounded by their guards, stood three people, one of whom was lying bound and gagged, at the feet of the others: a blond man with a scar and a giant in a silk suit.
In the prisoner, on the other hand, I recognized the blonde from a few days ago; Annabeth, a friend of Jackson and Thalia, but now you could see a white strand of hair in her hair.
Behind them, a group of dracain held a golden sarcophagus.

- Luke. Let her go. - Thalia grumbled. The blond smiled weakly.
- That decision is up to the General, Thalia. But it's nice to see you again. - He replied. In response, Thalia spat at him. The Titan laughed.
- So much for old friends. But you, Zoe... We haven't seen each other for a long time. How is my little traitor? I'll be glad to kill you.

I controlled myself a lot not to show any emotion after what he said.
- Wait... Are you the Atlas? - Percy asked. The general looked at him.
- Oh, even the dumbest of heroes will eventually add two and two. Yes, I am Atlas, Commander of the Titans and Terror of the Gods. Congratulations. I'll kill you as soon as I'm done with this horrible girl.
- You won't hurt Zoe! - son of Poseidon shouted - I will not let you do that.

Atlas just smiled wryly.
- You have no right to interfere, hero, it's a family matter. If you don't believe it - ask the "lieutenant" and her companion... although maybe not - he will soon have other things on his mind.
- What do you mean? - we asked with Percy at the same time, but each in a different context.
- Jackson... Atlas is my father. - Zoe said gloomily.
- Yes. And as for you, - Atlas turned to me - I have other plans for you. And I'm tempted to give my daughter the best possible view of the upcoming show.
- What kind of show? - I asked.
- Someone reeeealy wants to meet you... "Sergeant". - he replied, adding as much venom and mockery as possible - Someone you haven't seen in a long time.

The monsters parted, letting the hidden figure, dressed in gray and black... uniform. A disturbingly familiar uniform. As the light illuminated the figure's face, I broke out in a cold sweat and the tattoo on my forearm began to itch.
- Meine Liebe boy. - the figure spoke - You really forgot me so quickly?

I clenched my bow tighter.
- Are you surprised, that I did? - I replied.
- Shame, but I have not forgotten: neither you nor your companions. And now I have you all here. That's meine Glück Tag!
- And the one in boots, who is it? - Thalia asked.

I replied, again trying to control my emotions.
- Albrecht Schnitzen - one of the deputy administrators of the KL Auschwitz. And also the murderer of my parents. In short: Verdammter Hurensohn.
- Language! After all, there are non-adults here. - Schnitzen sneered.
- Somehow it didn't bother you when you sent children "under shower".
- Ja, you're right: they should've been shot on the roll - call square, in front of their families.

Only Zoe's hand on my shoulder stopped me from lunging at him. I took a deep breath, then put the arrow on the string without drawing it. Trying (unsuccessfully) to calm down, I half-registered what was being said around me: out of the corner of my eye, I recorded how Luke tempted Thalia; how the liner (at the sight of which Jackson shuddered) moored to the coast; as hordes of monsters came out of its deck. All this eluded me, for all my thoughts began to be filled with a great desire for revenge and justice, even though I was losing the distinction between the two.