The Titans

Fallen Gods

I walk into my apartment and gaze out at the city I have called home for the past few years. I have lived on my own for the past two years, training mainly. We Titans tend to split up as soon as it is possible, to draw less attention from the well-connected Olympians.  They have always found themselves the ear of someone powerful in order to try to hunt us down. We are often labeled criminals, outlaws, terrorists, any horrid term that comes to mind. I walk slowly to the window, peeling off my hoodie and draping it over one of the chairs in my living room.

"You're doing quiet well for yourself, Zane." A voice says from behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see a form sitting on the railing of the second floor. "Love the view, must have been quite expensive though. Where oh where did you get the cash?" Asks one of the youngest Olympians I have ever seen.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my home?" I turn and ask the young Olympian as I cross my arms.

"Who me? I'm just here to deliver a message! Zeus is very displeased with you, says that if you don't stay out of this, He's gonna send Athena and Hera next." The young Olympian says with a smirk. I sigh and shake my head, much to his confusion.

"Haven't you learned yet? Those are nothing but empty titles. Athena is merely the smartest of you Olympians, and Hera is whoever your current leader, Zeus, is in a relationship with. The same stands true for us Titans, few of us even come close to the power of the old ones. And you, foolish child, chose to visit one of the few who can match the original Titans." I state slowly, drawing my dagger slowly, and starting towards him. I watch as his gaze falters, and true fear sets in.

"P-please don't kill me! I was just sent to deliver a message!" The young boy begs. As I get closer I can see that he can't be more than sixteen years old. I grit my teeth as I stare at him, before sheathing the dagger.

"The next time I see you, I will end you, Olympian." I state coldly, as I pick him up and toss him off of the second floor. He lands, and immediately sprint for the door, moving so fast as to be difficult to see.

As he rushes out I turn to my bedroom and walk in. I go to the closet and grab a prepacked duffel-bag, and a backpack, and walk to my dresser, pulling out a pistol and slipping it into the back waistband of my jeans. I walk back to the closet and pull out my favorite jacket, a hooded bomber jacket with two ancient swords, and a spear embroidered on the back. I slip it on over my black shirt, and put the backpack on as I grab my phone. I open it and quickly scrolled through the numbers listed, before finding the one I am looking for. I quickly hit call and put it to my ear.

"Hecate, it's me. They know where I am. I need a plane ready to go from JFK in fifteen minutes." I say quickly, picking up the duffel-bag and walking out the door.

"One will be waiting for you. Be safe, I fear they may be coming after you for vengeance. I'm going to have one of the other trueborns in the area accompany you, we need all of you alive. He will meet you shortly." She replies easily, and I hear her typing away on her computer. "His title is Perses. Call him Will though, like you he is not too fond of his honorary title."

"Alright, have him call me, and we will arrange a rendezvous location." I say as I step into the elevator and press the button for the first floor. "Thank you Hecate, I will see you soon."

"You are coming here, finally? I will see you soon, then. Goodbye, Pallas." she says and hangs up. I grit my teeth and stalk out of the elevator. The doorman looks up in surprise.

"Going someplace Mr. Evans? Do you need any help?" He asks worriedly. I flash him a fake smile.

"No trouble Robert, your concern is always welcome. My mother is ill, and I need to go visit her. I will likely be back in a week or so." I say easily. I will never return here until all the Olympians are dead. I suppress a grimace as I walk out to my truck and drop the bags in the backseat while I climb into the driver's side. As I turn the keys my phone rings, and I look at the caller ID, which just says "Perses". I flip it open and answer. "Greetings Will, where are we meeting?" I ask.

"No need, I'm already behind you. you really are actually quite easy to find." The voice replies, and I can hear the barely restrained violence in the voice. I can't help but grin at that.

"You truly are deserving of your title. You know our destination?" I ask as I pull out onto the road.

"Yes, and I'll be leading, if you don't mind." He replies before hanging up. Just then a Challenger comes peeling out from behind me and swerves in front of me easily. I see our symbol on his back window, much like I have on the rear window of my truck. It truly is amazing the Olympians haven't picked up on that yet. The symbol is little more than a Greek shield with a T printed on it.

I rev the engine and follow closely behind him. We weave through traffic and arrive at the airport about twenty minutes later. As we pull into the parking deck and wind our way up to the top floor, where we both park our vehicles and climb out, carrying our bags with us. I walk up and set down my duffel and extend my hand. He drops his bag and shakes my hand with little enthusiasm. "Let's just get on the plane already." He says, barely containing his explosive power. He stands about six foot, but with powerfully built shoulders, and arms that would dwarf most NFL players. He was everything I expected for the bearer of the title Titan of destruction.

"Well well, look here Athena. Two Titans at once. Isn't this perfect?" A feminine voice calls out from behind us. We both turn quickly, and our eyes land on two Olympian females leaning back against a Camaro. "Pallas was it? You killed Ares. One of the twelve. You will have to be punished for that. In my three hundred years on this earth, only four times have I been called upon to kill one of you infuriating Titans." Says the one I assume to be Hera. Athena stands on the other side of the car, a short sword in her hand, and black sunglasses hiding her eyes. Both of the Olympians push off of the car and begin advancing towards us.

"Leave Hera to me." Perses declares coldly, and reaches down to his bag, pulling out a wicked looking mace, which he hefts and twirls with ease. At this, I see Hera's eyes widen slightly before hardening.

"Very well, Athena, you will have to deal with young Pallas here." Hera states coldly and draws a dagger from a thigh sheathe. both begin advancing towards me as I draw my own dagger, and watch Athena closely.

She begins to swing the sword in lazy arcs as she advances, and I dart in quickly. I am stunned when she manages to block my blade with her own, but her reaction is much the same when her blade bounces harmlessly off of my skin. We stand there glaring at each other for a moment, until I strike again, pressing her blade outwards.

"You have already lasted longer than most Titan, but I believe it is time for me to kill you." Athena says in a cold, impersonal tone.

"I hate to say it, but I think you're wrong. Here's why." She looks down at the pistol pressed to her gut as I pull the trigger, before I stab my dagger through her heart. Hera whirls towards me as she watches Athena fall to the ground lifeless, and lets out a howl of rage, only to be struck down by Perses, nearly ripping her head off with his mace. I put my weapons away as he does the same, and I turn towards him. "Impressive work with that mace, I've never seen anything like that." I say, as I pick up my bag and begin walking towards the elevator, him mirroring my movements. He merely grunts in reply, pressing the ground floor button. We walk easily through the airport, right onto the runway, and into one of the planes owned by the Titans. We drop our bags, and settle in for the long flight from New York to California.