The Internship

Why me?

Chapter 9: Milana POV

I hate this stupid world, and more specifically the petty demigods in it. Percy, my foe, had just somehow defeated me again, and it was too much to hope for that he was dead. I sighed and sat down on my dusty couch that was in the loft I haunted. My life was quite miserable, as my only friend's soul had been captured... well and Rani I guess, but he doesn't count.

"Why me?" I asked nobody in particular. I enjoyed talking to myself, it was almost a coping mechanism now, as if I was actually talking to my sister.

"Because this is what you deserve." A voice retaliated.

"Why? What did I do to deserve this?" I tried to say, my lip quivering.

"Your heart is full of hate, for the world and its content. You need to loosen up more, become more accepting of others." The voice replied in the same eerie tone.

"Well how do you suppose I do that?" I asked, slightly terrified of whatever this voice was that I was talking to.

"Don't be afraid of me." It answered, almost reading my mind. The voice started to leave, but I couldn't let it go. Not yet.

"Wait! You didn't answer my question!" I cried out, grabbing air as I tried to catch the ghost.

Then it was gone. My only resource of finding out how to stop this madness was gone. Just like that. What was I to do now? I had planned on getting Percy to surrender for his friends, and then privately murder him for revenge purposes. Now all I have to go off of is a "soul sucking power." What the hell does that even mean other than mind control? Percy could even resist that, so I was defenseless without Tim the whale.

Then it came to me, I had connections, mostly with those who had the same agenda against Percy. So who's to say that I can't team up and take hime down by pure force? It was honestly my best option as of now, and although I prefer to work alone, I'd prefer to kill Percy more.

Time skip to the darkest of pits aka tar tar sauce

I did it. I just created an unstoppable army. Percy thought Tim the whale was a challenge, well he has something coming to him. I have over 50 thousand participants that all have slightly unhealthy obsessions with Percy Jackson, not that it is saying much coming from me. They are all highly trained soldiers, and one would need a miracle to beat us.

"For Milana!" I shouted at the crowd. They were a bit of a mess together, but within my ranks were some very formidable foes such as the Minotaur.

"For Milana!" The crowd yelled back at me. They began to create neat rows, and for once I felt confident in one of my plans. There was no way in hell Percy could stand a chance with being injured. I was finally going to win.

I smirked as everyone started to march through the portal that just happened to lead to where the Demivengers had their new hideout, Montauk beach. My tracker that I planted on Steve, the most oblivious of the bunch who wasn't Percy, worked wonders. It's quite ironic if you really think about it.

My plan started to perfectly fall into place as my minions started charging blindly into what they believed to be a certain win. As long as they were convinced that the match would be a victory, it was sure to be one. Most monsters run on that cocky spunk that gets them through the scary parts in life, such as facing demigods much more powerful than themselves. Well they do say that there is power in numbers.

"Milana, this is for you." I smiled regretfully, rubbing the pendant. I knew that she would have hated the violence I caused because of her, but it was the only way. "I love you." I whispered as a last minute reminder of my cause as I ran through the portal and onto the battlefield.