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      There he stood.
      There I sat.
      His mouth twisting into a cruel scowl, he looked me dead in the eye.
      "This," he motioned towards my wheelchair,"is the hero they sent to defeat me? Just another hero to be brutally killed. But this! This is insulting. A hero that is crippled! Hilarious!" My eyes turned cold as I spoke in a dead monotone,
       "I am not a hero. I am the hero." I said as I pulled my sword from the back of my chair.
        He laughed.
        I didn't.
        No man could defeat him with a weapon, they would always be outnumbered when he multiplied. I prayed that my idea would work as I laid my sword to the ground.
       He looked taken aback, but he thought it my surrender. His first mistake. He laughed. His second mistake.
       I closed my eyes. "You are an outcast. Even to your monster brethren. You never belonged. Never sent to the mortal world. Never allowed to truly kill. You escaped from the underworld. You were not chosen. You never were. Never will be." I put so much pain in my voice that there are no words to describe it, but I will try. I sounded sadder and more desperate than the damned souls themselves. Any human in a mile's radius would most likely die of pure pain. They would give up. Imagine all that, but times how many atoms make up our world. That's what he was hearing. As he backed up, my voice pushed forward. "Back in Salem, you tried to fit in. They betrayed and burned you as they put stakes through your wrists to hang you." As I spoke, his skin began to blister, and blood trailed from his wrists. "Nyx, the mother of all monsters, was ashamed to called you her son. She called you a spawn of Tartarus, nothing to do with her." Blood dripped from his eyes and ears as his body showed signs of decay. I let out a blood-curdling scream to finish the job. He curled into a fetal position, but I was losing my grip. He managed to multiply. Ten swarmed me. I addressed the duplicates,"You all know that you will dissolve when Sytrivies doesn't want you anymore. You'll never come back. No one appreciates you. You are commanded by the lowest of all monsters. You are pointless. Will you benefit from killing me? No, he'll expel you no matter how many demigods you kill." I closed my eyes again. My breathing shallow, I poured all my feelings of pain and depression into them. Or, for that matter, him. I was so glad to be sitting, otherwise, I would have passed out. They would all die within minutes, but they deserved more pain, more of my pain. I had to get it out. Free it so that it wouldn't eat me from the inside. With my anger, their flesh sizzled with the fires of Hell, and they released tortured cries. The original's torso was slowly devoured by my hungry shadows.
I laughed.
They didn't.
My laugh increased in volume. They were in so much pain that I found it funny. Laughing in their faces as they contorted with pain.

I couldn't stop laughing.
I didn't want to.
It was a cruel laugh.
But, not nearly as cruel as their pain.










      "NICO!" A shocked cry came from behind a tree. I ignored it as I slowly wheeled up to their writhing bodies. I kicked the original in his sizzling and decaying arm.
       All these monsters were biodegradable. I found that hilarious and began to laugh. I was cut of by the same yell,"NICO STOP!"
     I whipped my head around to see a sobbing Will. My heart softened. Will didn't shed a tear over much, so I worried for him. A weak croak managed to escape his chapped and bitten lips,"Stop it Nico." Only then did I realize the look of pure terror on his face. I turned my head, searching for what scared him, only to find that it was me. He was cowering in fear because of what I did. He was scared of me.

       I couldn't even blame him. Percy ran up and grabbed the handles of my chair. He appeared as if he was going to push me, but then changed his mind. Kneeling in front of me, he spoke in a low whisper.
       "This is like what happened to Annabeth and I. I was about to kill the Goddess of Misery with her own poison, and Annabeth still has nightmares. You have to give him time to process this. He is scared of you, Nico. You need to show him that there's nothing to be scared of. He needs to know that you're still the person he loves. Annabeth has come to terms with ours, thankfully. Your situation is probably worse, though. Oh my Gods, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that! I-"
       I didn't speak, too afraid of showing my concern. He got up and pushed me back into camp, passing by Will completely.
      He took me straight to my cabin without a word. He knows me so well. I curled up in my bed, waves of pain and raw agony crashing down on me. A quick yelp of surprise escaped me when my hand came away from my face covered in blood. I didn't feel the pain on my face. It felt good compared to the ache I felt. Everything of mine that I forced upon then, relapsed on me. A scream pierced the air. Only later did I realize that it was mine.
       Suddenly, I was in Percy's arms being carried off to the infirmary. I was passed to a new person whose arms were all too familiar. "Will." I breathed, relief momentarily blockading the waves of pain. Then I realized that he was terrified of me. He would leave me. He thinks that I'll kill him. He'll run away. He'll hate me. He will-

Oh Gods.
Not now.
It's not the time!
I couldn't stop it. It's been happening so much mor often then normal. I thought that I was getting better. Apparently not.
Everything happened by count.

1
My shallow breathing shifted to hyperventilation.
2
My entire body shook.
3
I cried out.
4
I curled into a ball.
5
Will held me tighter.
6
He picked up speed into a sprint.
7
He cooed in my ear, but his words fell on deaf ears.
8
Screams erupted as I was placed onto a cot.
9
I screamed for my Will.
10
Calloused hands ran through my hair.
11
Soft lips landed on my forehead.
12
Footsteps stampeded.
13
They stopped
14
Hands touched my freezing legs.
15
Someone spoke.
16
"They're colder than anything I've ever felt!"
17
My heart pounded even faster.
18
Pain exploded my head.
19
I groaped for Will's arm.
20
Everything went dark.



That chapter was so long!!! I can't believe that I managed that! Okay bye!!!

Word count: 1128 words!!!

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