Son of Chaos (A PJO/HOO Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-One - Blood

Omega's POV

Wind rushed at my face as I ran through the streets, pushing people out of my way and my shoes pounding on the pavement. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew that I needed to see Mom. If what Linda said was true, then she and Paul were still alive. They had been living and breathing for the past five hundred years I was gone, and I hadn't even known.

It took twenty minutes before exhaustion started to come over me. Sweat was starting to form on the side of my face, and the pace at which I was running was starting to slow. I stopped running and put my hands on my knees, gasping for air.

It was already late at night, and the air felt chilly, even though I still had a hoodie on. I looked around, analyzing my surroundings and realized I was close to the apartment that my mom and I used to live in. It was quiet and peaceful here, and it didn't feel natural. The only people around the apartment buildings were a teenage couple strolling through the streets, and a hunched over homeless man that sat on a bench near the shrubs. He was looking at me when I stood up and his stare followed me as I walked towards the doors that led to the interior of the building.

It didn't seem like he was staring at me out of curiosity.

The clear doors of the building started to close as I entered, and I still felt the stare of the man on my back. I walked slowly toward the elevator that lay next to the stairs. A creepy feeling started to settle over me as I pressed the the button labeled 6, the feeling raising the hairs on the back of my neck. It felt like something bad was going to happen.

Soft jazz music played as the elevator moved up from the first floor to the sixth. There was nobody in there with me, but abruptly, the elevator doors stopped at the fifth floor, letting in an extremely large man in a large trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat. He gave a quick glance at me as he entered, but didn't say anything as he pressed the button to the first floor.

The doors closed once again, and the air started to turn tense. After a few seconds of standing there in awkward silence, the doors opened to the sixth floor, where I immediately stepped out to escape the stifling elevator.

As I walked away, the man's eyes stared holes into my back and as the doors closed, the eyes under his large hat started to turn red.

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I knocked on the door of the small apartment, then waited a few seconds to see if anybody would open it. Nothing happened, and I didn't hear any movement behind the door.

I knocked again. Nothing.

A sudden thought popped into my mind, and I knelt down to welcome mat that lay beneath me. Grabbing the key that was hidden under it, I dusted off my hands and used the key to open the door.

"Hello?" I asked tentatively.

I walked slowly into the apartment. Everything was dark. There were no lights that were on and everything was completely silent. It felt eerie in here.

"Mom?" I asked. "Paul? Anybody here?"

Nobody answered. I walked slowly forward, and that was when I smelled it.

It was the metallic smell of blood.

"Mom?" I asked again, more frantically. "Are you here?"

The apartment was bare. The furniture that was there before was taken away, and the walls that used to be covered with pictures were stripped bare. The tiny coffee table that we used to have was no longer there, and laying on the carpeted floor were the corpses of my mom and Paul.

The sight shouldn't have bothered me. I had seen multiple people die in front of me and dead bodies so gruesome they could've made somebody in an insane asylum cry. But this was my mom and stepdad laying in front of me. And the sight looked horrible.

Their faces were slashed to the point where they were barely recognizable, but I somehow knew that it was them. Deep knife marks littered their bodies and their flesh was jagged and torn apart. Both of their bodies had a very large incision that went from their chests to their stomach, and their insides were taken out and placed on top of that wound. Blood covered the floor around them, and made the carpet a deep crimson.

The sight made me sick to the stomach and I suddenly felt like throwing up the brownie that I ate a few hours ago.

I knelt next to my mom and Paul and stared at them. The smell of the blood that now coated my clothes suffocated me, and I noticed the tears that ran down my face from before.

No normal person could have done this. A human being had enough humanity to not do something this horrible and sickening, even though some of them were extremely awful. This wasn't the work of a human.

Instinct told me to grab my mom's hand, and as I did, I saw a small dark line that was hidden under her sleeve. It didn't look like much, but as I raised the sleeve to get a better look, I almost recoiled in horror.

Burned onto my mom's arm were the words, End is coming.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS!

This is my Christmas gift to you guys, and I hope you guys like it, even though it isn't very good. I worked really hard on it for the past week, and yesterday, I was really sick and kept throwing up, but now I'm fine. Honestly, I had a bit of writers block for the past few months, and I didn't really know how to start the chapter, but I came up with this a week ago, and I'm pretty happy with how it came out. I tried to make it a bit creepier and sadder than my past chapters but I don't think that worked.

But anyways, I hope you guys have a nice Christmas break and with finals over (which I'm really happy about, because I was going to die from stress that week) I hope you can now relax from school. New Years is coming up and it's going to be 2016 soon! Yay!

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