Born of Water and Wealth (Percy Jackson and Young Justice)

Chapter 3: Red Hands

Edited On: 5/15/2021

I would like to give a shoutout to jjjmsl who is my best friend and has helped me create this chapter.

Warning! It is dark in some areas that you will not be alerted to.

It's been over a month and all I ever did was train, train, and guess what? Have five-minute breaks between training!

I still don't even know what this special mission was that I was training for! The ultimate one that my Master (A word I utterly despise and try not to use) keeps telling me about how important it is.

The only times I did stop training was for food, sleep, and apparently this thing that Master was having me do after stating I was ready.

Of course, I was out of the loop as to what I was 'ready' for. But all I knew was that some friend of his, Ra's Al Ghul, and some of his students were going to help him.

The only time I did find out what was happening was the day of this thing I was 'ready' for. I didn't like it one bit but was I allowed to disagree that I was ready, noooo.

Whenever I tried to disagree with 'master' I'd either be thrown into my punishment room, which was just a room with nothing in it, no light, no bed, just a stone floor with stone walls. There wasn't even a window to look out of.

Or, I would get whipped, it was technically my choice (sometimes not) and what do you think I always chose? I always chose to be by myself in the shadows, it was how I like it. It was how I thought about my supposed life.

Am I getting off track as to what I was 'ready' for? I totally am, sorry. Apparently, this friend of his, Ra's Al Ghul, kidnapped someone who apparently did something sin-worthy, tied up his legs and hands behind his back.

And then literally my master handed me a sword and told me to kill him. Not something I was really happy about. Especially when the guy was crying his eyes out telling me he was innocent.

I kinda want to go into more details about this so, behold the story of how my hands got tainted red....

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It was night.

I had just gotten out of my little Cell of Punishment for trying to disagree about yet another training choice. I know that I should at least learn how to shoot a gun but come on, I was still learning how to wield a sword (which I was good at).

Two of Masters henchmen were escorting me somewhere, I think it was to the gardens that were in the back of the place he called a house, it was pretty much a mansion. A mansion that I am relatively sure he killed the owner and stole the place from him (though that might actually just be my imagination, he does have money, which he probably stole....).

My weird senses told me there was more than one person out in the garden, it didn't make any sense because Master doesn't like his henchman in the garden and why would he have any friends? Wouldn't he have killed them all by now?

When I was led to the doors of the garden, the two henchmen made a movement for me to go into the place, which was weird because I also wasn't allowed in the place.

Slowly opening the door, I stepped into the garden and felt my heartbeat stutter. There were many people there, mostly wearing black and having katana's strapped to their back. They were behind this one dude wearing green instead of black and was in front of the soldiers.

Next to him was Deathstroke, now I was worried. What was going on? Why were they here?

I got my answer when I finally noticed the poor man in front of Deathstroke and his friend. The man was blindfolded, the suit he was wearing was ragged and muddy like wherever he was, it was raining there.

His hands and feet were tied together as he was sitting on his knees, in his mouth was, was a sock believe it or not.

My heart went out for the man and I almost opened my mouth to ask what he was doing here when Deathstroke appeared in front of me, laying in his hands seemed to also be a sword that his friend's soldiers use.

"What...I." no words could exit my mouth as confusion overloaded my brain.

"It is time for you to kill," was all Deathstroke told me, he handed me the sword without any other words and motioned for me to follow him as he walked toward the bound man.

"I can't...Don't make me." Words fell on deaf ears as Deathstroke took off the man's blindfold.

"Please, please let me go. I didn't do anything wrong." The man screamed for mercy as the gag was removed from his mouth, ugly tears running down his face. My hands trembled but not with any sort of anticipation.

The man's brown eyes suddenly were staring into mine and my hands trembled, I didn't want to do this. No matter the punishment, I would take fifty whiplashes but I can't kill this man.

"Do it," Deathstroke commanded as if he knew what I was thinking, he placed the handle into the palm of my hand, a motion that I hadn't done since he gave me the Katana.

"I...I can't," I said and lowered my head and tightened my handle on the katana.

The sudden sound of a breath being taken but not released made me look up in horror.

The man that I was supposed to kill laid in front of me, Blood was dripping onto the cold hard concrete and his eyes were still open as he laid on the ground in pain. Slowly bleeding to death

"You are right, Deathstroke." Master's friend was saying as he removed the sword as if it being in the body was an inconvenience.

I felt my knees go weak as I tried fruitlessly to stop the bleeding. The man's brown eyes slowly getting white made tears flow down my face.

"This is your fault child," Deathstroke said as he placed a hand on my shoulder like he was trying to comfort me.

The hand that was on my shoulder was suddenly pulling me up as I stared at the dead man before me, I killed him. I was the reason this man had died.

My hands were stained red, that was all I could see. Red.