The Secrets of Death

chapter 12 - Sounds better in my dreams.

A/N Ok so i was looking through my work and thought to my self, hey Kyra, why aren't you including Samuel as much? So this chapter is all his, and for the first time a filler (kind of anyway) :) please enjoy!!

P.S I'd like to thank Caitlin for her comment about thesisterofstranges stories. thanks, it means a lot, really. it's a good feeling to know that someone out there likes what your writting. So once again thanks :) ! 

Chapter twelve……it sounds better in my dreams

Samuel POV

I woke up to the sounds of screaming and fighting. Nothing unusual in my home. I got ready for my day in the space of five minutes, not taking the time to look good. After all, I was just collecting souls. After handing Tomorra over I haven’t felt right. I’ve been empty and somehow un-focused on the tasks I have to perform. I walked down the giant stairs that swirled up into a cloud of black when I froze at the sound of a voice that is not welcomed in this house, according to my father anyway. Zeus’s deep voice made the earth tremble as his spoke to my father. Is voice was calm but full of power. Hades on the other hand was a fiery ball of screaming fits and fury. He was standing in the dinning area yelling at Zeus as he sat and listen to what he had to say. I took cover hiding behind a pillar listening to their conversation.

“Why on earth do you care Hades. You don’t even like the boy.” Spoke Zeus. So this was about me ah?

“I don’t!” He snapped.

“So then what pray tell, is the problem?”

“You took that girl away from me!” he raged lunging towards Zeus, but he swiftly removed himself from the chair and watched in disappointment as Hades hit it head first. With a pained look Zeus shook his head.

“What happened to you brother?”

“You did. You and Poseidon. You locked me away here, never to see the light of day again.”

“Brother it’s not like that-“

“Then what? You saw me as a threat Zeus and that’s all there is to it! And just to be the spiteful person I am you can’t have Samuel for your pathetic needs. He is mine and you will not have him.” He said smugly like he won the battle of battles.  Zeus frown only deepened but he chuckled at Hades.

“Brother, I do not think it is your decision anymore. Samuel, please come here.” Zeus ordered. I was conflicted, disobey him and disappear or face him and the raff of my father. “Now, son. Come here” I waited a few more moments before I walked down into the battle field of hate and regret looking straight at Zeus. I watched my dads face twist with fury, angry and hatred for me, and a sting of guilt tinkled into my chest. I walked up to him with my head high. I was not going to stand in front of the ruler of the gods with shame and discomfit written plainly on my face. I could see a scene playing out in my mind. It would we me squirming and not looking directly at him, and then the next thing you know, BAM, I get hit by lightning. What a bad way to go…

“Yes Sir?” I asked with a stronger voice then I thought I had.

“Nice manners boy. I can assume you learnt them from your mum. Listen, I have an offer to make you. You can either chose to take it or decline. In the few days Tomorra has been awake she has had some difficulties settling in. From what the Fates have told me, you two have some kind of friendship?” My heart rate started to pick up with nerves, wondering where this was leading.

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Well, I would appreciated it if you would come with me and be by her side.” My heart flew out of my chest and decided to run a marathon as a joy begun to consume me. Holy shit. He was giving me the chance to be with her, and to go to Olympus. I begun to think of all the time I would get to spend with her. It’s only been a week since I’ve seen her but…. Dude, you sound so gay!

“Don’t you dare say yes boy or there will be no home for you.” I was slapped out of my daydream, not by my gay alarm but by my father. I looked at him as he smiled. He thought he knew me, that I didn’t have the guts to leave, and it made me question myself. I dreamt of leaving, and everything sounds good in my dreams, but I never really thought about what I would be leaving behind. I’d be leaving my mum, which hurt to do, and that’s what is most properly holding me back. I know she hates it here; she hates it some much that she tried killing herself. At lest then she would have some peace. I was quiet for a while struggling to figure out what I wanted. The conflict must have been on my face because Zeus looked at me with pity.

“What is bothering you son?”

“What about my mother?” I asked.  Zeus thought about it and took a sit. My dad stood and walked over to me and looked me as if I was a piece of rotten meat that should have been thrown away two days ago.  

“By what means, do you think you have the authority to ask such a question? She is mine. And she will be going nowhere.” He hissed, spiting in my face.

“I am no one’s property Hades.” Her sweet liquid smooth voice drifted to us from across the room. Father spun around and looked at her. Persephone is a beautiful women. It sound weird because she’s my mother but it’s the truth. My father should have considered himself lucky to have her here. He should take the time to make her happy, but instead he keeps her in this depressed state. She’s wearing a floor length purple and black dress that sways out from her hips. Her chest nut hair is up in a bun, pinned up and twisted around her head with pearls lining the outer rim.  Her hazel eyes are narrowed with icy daggers directed at my father, they burn with a visible hatred for the man. Zeus turned and longingly looked at her. It’s no secret that Zeus has slept with nearly every goddess, my mother is one of the few who have no yet engaged in the act with him. My mother diverted her heartless look to him and gave him a cold smile. Apart from Hades, Zeus would be the second person on her hate list.

“You wish to take my son, why?” she asked calmly.

“To help Tomorra settle in.” he said carefully.  Three seconds was all it took and my mother made her decision. She took one quick glance and nodded. I heard my father screeching at her as I ran up the stairs and grabbed a bag. I threw four sets of cloths and my toothbrush in. I reached under my bed and pulled my sword out and a few other daggers, and sprinted back down. Mum was yelling at dad and it was amusing to see him scared and cowering away for once. She was that angry that her hair was starting to catch fire. Sparks of orange, red, yellow and blue were leaping everywhere and Zeus took a step back in fear of being hit by one.  I cleared my throat.

“I’m ready to go.” I said. Mum stop and automatically her hair when out. She came over and gave me a hug cutting off my air supply.

“Go get her.” She whispered in my ear just before I shifted to the Gates of the glory land.