Percy Jackson and the Dark Elites

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Percy

Percy let the anger surge through him as he reached for his powers. His real powers. 

He blasted the intruder with as much force and power as he could muster. It seemed overkill at the time, but what Percy was looking at was overkill. This strange blond boy was a threat.

Unfortunately, Percy was right. When the current stopped, the man was gone. Omega looked up and saw him actually flying out of the garage. 

"Get some rest," Percy said through grit teeth. 

He summoned four pieces of metal and stacked two under each foot. His wrists already hurt from the effort. But Sustenance fed on anger, it fed on pain. And Percy was very angry.

As his friend and partner, Charlie fell to the ground with exhaustion, Percy commanded the metal under his feet to fire him up into the sky.

Needless to say, it was a bad idea. Percy's legs bent from the pressure and he had no other support. He used the extra two he packed and ordered them to rest against his upper and lower back. 

He could see the blond warrior a couple hundred feet away. He was lowering himself onto the roof of the complex.

What was with the riders positioned here? Had none stayed to guard? Now he had to do all the work. This wasn't even his job. He was supposed to run missions for chaos, no questions asked. It seemed like a bad deal, but he got to do whatever he wanted. In whatever way he wanted. 

If he was going to clean up the Riders mess, he was going to do it on his own terms. He wasn't about to follow protocol now. 

When the blond one landed he was out of breath and shaken up. 

"Problem?" Percy announced himself as he was three feet above the roof's surface. 

He stepped off of the slabs of metal and onto the roof. He commanded them to take position behind the man. 

Superman spat water onto the ground. He coughed, then spit again. 

Percy was sure he was wrong, but the man didn't just look beat, he looked broken, but Omega forgot all about that a second later.

"Holy crap," Percy narrowed his eyes. "You're a demigod."

It wasn't too shocking, considering the Roman Prisoners of war being held in this compound, but they were supposed to be in the basement. Unless...

Percy took a detour over the side of the compound, sure enough, the fence had been compromised. His escape was a result of the attack from the outside. But this wasn't like the Dark Elites. They were stealthier, quicker, and certainly quieter. 

Percy turned back to the demigod. He had his hands on his knees and was sniffing. 

"Too much water?" He mocked. "Kind of my specialty. You're from Camp Half-Blood?"

The demigod looked at him and fell onto the ground. That's when Percy saw the tattoos, SPQR, he groaned. That was such an Idiot move. But he was sure he could brush it off. 

"Your friends are. And they're working for the Elites. Good for them." Percy paced around the demigod. "Good. For. Them." 

"We don't work for anyone." The demigod coughed, looking slightly comfused.

"He speaks. Thank god for that. Name?"

He shook his head. He rolled forward and put his hands on his knees. 

"Alright if you-" The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He could feel the shock before it hit. 

He ordered the metal to fly directly behind him but they didn't fly faster than lightning. Percy took the full affect blow. Thankfully, the demigod was tired from blasting Percy's Riders to death a couple minutes earlier.