Betrayed and Alone

Pity- I Don't Need It (35) Omega's POV

         Ugh. My entire team (not including Spike) was following me around like a bunch of creepy stalkers, trying to throw me a pity party. "OMG, I can't believe that they did that to you!" Silena sympathized. I gritted my teeth. I hate being given words that just meant that they pitied me. The rest started nodding and showering me with pity. Finally, I just couldn't keep my temper in check. "GODS DAMMIT!!! CAN YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND STOP GIVING ME YOUR PITY?!" I yelled. Silence.

         Then Leo shrugged. "Okay. We'll just give you our sympathy." I feel anger fill me. We are the Commander! We should be treated as such! Not some pitiful weakling that needs sympathy, we don't need sympathy! WE NEED RESPECT!!!! Storm howled. I agreed. I felt the rage fill me to the breaking point. "I DON'T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY OR PITY! I NEED YOUR RESPECT! I AM YOUR COMMANDER AND WILL BE TREATED AS A COMMANDER, NOT SOME PITIFUL WEAKLING THAT NEEDS SYMPATHY AND PITY! SO JUST STOP TRYING!!! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" I roared, power and rage filling my words.

        My team stopped. Leo opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked panicked. Oops. Must've accidentally made that an order. Well. At least I get some peace. Then my team walked a short distance away. FINALLY. Some scribbling. Then they come back. I squint at the hastily scribbled Greek writing. A document? I reach out and grab it. This is exactly what it said:

"We the Elite Team wish to be free from Percy's- no Omega's- curse or at least allowed to talk and give him our pity and sympathy. Otherwise, we will quit and find another rank. Omega needs to allow us to destroy this horrid camp,  Camp Half-Blood, or else risk the loss of our service. We will find a way to overthrow Omega if our requests and demands are not allowed to happen.

Leo (Flame)

Calypso (Trapped)

Hero (Luke)

Forge (Beckondorf)

Beauty (Silena)

Revenge (Ethan)

Death (Bianca)

Star (Zoe)   "

       I gazed at the pitiful wanna-be US Declaration of Independence. Wow. I threw back my head and laughed. My laughs sounded crazy and insane. "Well, if you want to give up your ranks and immortality, all you have to do is destroy this camp. Of course, I would have to kill you all as that would be seen as treason." I chuckled. They looked shocked. Didn't they know all of this? "Well?" I said, tapping my foot impatiently. I snapped my fingers and gave them the ability to talk again. 

       "NEVERMIND." Leo squeaked. I raised my eyebrows and shrugged. I tore the pitiful document into tiny little pieces. Then I snapped my fingers, causing a small flame to appear in the palm of my hand. I tossed the pieces into there. I watched as they burned. There was something fascinating in watching things burn. One sentence claimed my mind: User of Star Fire.  

        I gazed at the blue flame. I let it roll around on my hand, crawl up my hand, and turn into a fire. My team backed away with a yelp of terror. My vision was blue, and I realized that I was on fire. I felt no pain. In fact, I never felt more powerful. Lightning flashed, and when it was gone, a gorgeous blue motorcycle stood in it's place. It was on fire.

     Wow. I feel like the demigod version of the Ghost Rider. 

(Imagine the fire is blue)

      The design was the same. It seemed to call to me. I walked forward. I ran my hand along the smooth metal. It seemed to purr. I found a note: I hope you like this motorcycle, and I hope you don't mind that I chose you as my Star Fire user. But yeah, beat up Kronos for me!

Your great-grandfather,

     Ouranos

          SWEET!!!!!!!

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       So what do you think? I just randomly made this chapter out of random stuff.... Soo.... yeah.... BYE!