A huntress brother

Hate and Love

"Now, anything you can say without the need of being tortured?"

"Like you would actually do that, you are no torturer, you give even to us monsters swift deaths"

"Wanna bet?" I said applying pressure against her head "Now tell me what you know"

"Like hell i will" She said spitting on my booth

"Tell me" I said as i slowly grabbed her arm and twisting and pulling it 

"Really? You think I'll break just because you pull my arm? You are too soft Y/N, you cant do this"

 As she taunted me like that i moved my booth from her head to her back, grabbing her hand and her wrist and pulling only the hand ripping it off "Tell me what you know"

"N-No..." She said as she tried to crawl away from under my booth, but i stopped her appling more pressure on her back 

"I think I'm going to enjoy this... Now, answer me"

"H-He's back..." She said whimpering 

"Tell me who" I said pulling her  forearm 

"I-I cant!"

"I told you to tell me more, it's an order" As i said so she had a flash where she saw me as Atlas 

"I-I can't General!" As she said so i grabbed her foreharm and ripped it out

"I'm not him, now tell me what i want to know before i leave you here as a worm, but still alive!"

"The one w-who destroyed y-your family!"

"He is death, try again! You are going to be the only one who sees the resemblance between me and my father!" As i said so i ripped her other arm off

"HERCULES! HE IS BACK! HE MADE A PACT WITH YOUR FATHER! THATS WHY THEY WANT YOU ALIVE!" As she said so i let go of her and looked down at her 

"So that's why they wanted me alive huh? A fight between Hercules and me?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Thank You..." As i said so i grabbed my sword and beheaded the last Gorgon, ending her pain 

Percy POV (On Zoe Quest)

We rode the boar until sunset, which was about as much as my back end could take.Imagine riding a giant steel brush over a bed of gravel all day. That's about how comfortableboar-riding was.

 I have no idea how many miles we covered, but the mountains faded into the distanceand were replaced by miles of flat, dry land. The grass and scrub brush got sparser until wewere galloping (do boars gallop?) across the desert.

As night fell, the boar came to a stop at a creek bed and snorted. He started drinking themuddy water, then ripped a saguaro cactus out of the ground and chewed it, needles and all.

"This is as far as he'll go," Grover said. "We need to get off while he's eating."

Nobody needed convincing. We slipped off the boar's back while he was busy rippingup cacti. Then we waddled away as best we could with our saddle sores. 

After its third saguaro and another drink of muddy water, the boar squealed andbelched, then whirled around and galloped back toward the east.

"It likes the mountains better," I guessed. 

"I can't blame it," Thalia said. "Look." 

Ahead of us was a two-lane road half covered with sand. On the other side of the roadwas a cluster of buildings too small to be a town: a boarded-up house, a taco shop that lookedlike it hadn't been open since before Zoe Nightshade was born, and a white stucco post officewith a sign that said GILA CLAW, ARIZONA hanging crooked above the door. Beyond thatwas a range of hills... but then I noticed they weren't regular hills. The countryside was waytoo flat for that. The hills were enormous mounds of old cars, appliances, and other scrapmetal. It was a junkyard that seemed to go on forever.