The Son of Hades

I place my gun in its holster that is located on my thigh. I quickly unstrap it from its place on my leg an swiftly put it away in my duffle bag.

I let out a puff of air, relaxing my muscles. Wishing for a nice hot bath to help un-knot my stiff muscle's, but that's not going to happen any time soon... I hoist up my duffle bag of weapons and clothing. Holding it close to me, as if it is a child and I am its parent. I do love my weapons. And I don't want anything to happen to them. I may be able to kill anything with my bare hands, but sometimes I like to take the easy way out.

I march strait pass Thalia's tree, never making a sound. I look out in the wide open space of the camp. The grass, the sun, and the glistening waters off the horizon. Its all too bright and happy colored to me. I am in need of some black, and dark grays. It seems I am going to have a shitty time at Camp Half-Blood.

Right now I know that everyone is in the mess hall eating as much food as they possibly can. Eat it while you can, you all can not hide from your fate. I, Think to myself.

I walk past there, heading towards the cabins. The Aphrodite cabin repulses me, to the point I'm about to regurgitate my nonexistent food I had on my journey here. The Ares and Hades cabin are not half bad. I would head to the Hermes Cabin, but I rather not stay in a cabin full of ass wholes. I know they are, because I used to be just like them.

I would stay in the Ares cabin but they tend to have a lot more kids than the Hades cabin. And I only know of two Children of the Hades, and Pluto genes. So I'll stay with the smaller company. If there is any to stay with.

Before I come on a mission, I get as much info as possible. And Camp Half-Blood is full of dirty little secrets. I hike up my bag, and push my way threw the door of the Hades cabin.

I can sense a child of Hades in the room. I guess he didn't see or hear the door open cause he sits on the edge of his bed. Running a blade horizontally across his already bleeding wrist. I raise an eye brow at the scene before me. I decide that I should at least make my presents known.

" You know, if you are trying to kill yourself. You need to run the blade vertically on your arm. And might want to lock the door too" I say to the very pale, skinny, black haired boy on the bed. He drops the razor on the ground with a soft 'Clink' and jumps so far in the air, I could have sworn, his head almost hit the ceiling.

His reaction from my sudden outburst actually brings a small lopsided smile on my face. But I quickly wipe it off. I haven't smiled in a couple centuries. I will not start now.

"Wh-Who in the name of Hades are you. An-And why are you here." The boy stutters out. His dark eyes are wide with question. I almost thought I could get lost trying to tell which color of gray it was. But I stopped myself.

"My name is not for your ears. And the reason I'm here is that, every other cabin here sucks and has a bunch of hero wanna bees. Who may never get there time to shine, occupying them." I say in a dark deadly tone, I call my voice.

He looks at me, surprised. He opens his mouth. "Are you child of Hades?" He asks. He then looks down at his black and completely warn out Converses.

" No." I bluntly say. In a way. But not really. I just have the powers of one. My bright glowing green eyes are just one obvious thing that I don't belong.

" Then who?" He says picking at his black ripped skinny jeans. I take a minute to actually fully look at what he is wearing. He has a aviators jacket strewn on the floor, a black tee-shirt with a white skull on it, his ripped skinnys, and the warn out Converse. His black and rugged hair falls over his eyes. We are similarly dressed.

I have my black leather jacket hanging over my duffel bag, a My Chemical Romance band tee, with ripped at the knee black skinnys, pair of brand new Joker themed Converse, toped of with multiple tattoos, band themed bracelets that cover up my own self inflicted imperfections, and lip, nose and eye brow piercings. And Gages. I'm proud to say I have evolved my look over the years. I have pin straight black hair, that is intentinaly messed up that curves over one eye.

" You wouldn't even be able to guess." Is my simple answer. Its true, no one can guess my true parentage besides the ones who 'created' me. Because I behold all of the twelve, plus my mothers powers, you wouldn't even know where to start.

He gives me a funny look. I give him one back. He can give me looks all he wants. It not going to get anything out of me.

I set my duffle bag on the floor where another bed lay. I put my jacket on and head towards the door.

" Where are you going, its after curfew? And everyone is in bed." The boy asks me as my hand touches the handle. I stop and look at him.

" Where I go and what I do is none of your concern. But if you must know, I'm going to sneak in the Hermes cabin, take a few bills and head out to a McDonald's." I look down at his blood dripping arm. "Get me a bowl of water, a towel, and I will let you come along." I say surprising myself. This boy seems to be a loner. So if I use one of my powers, it won't be like he has anyone to tell. So I might as well help him. Plus it looks like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

The boy nods his head and gets me the stuff needed. After sitting on my bed for three minutes he comes out to me. I take the things out of his hands.

"Sit." Is all I say, he listens. I think of water. All the power it possess. I do a little flick of my wrist. And the water covers the boys bloody arm. Slowly it cleans the wounds and washes away the blood. I hear the boy gasp. I don't fully heal his wounds so they will scar. He wanted his reminder of pain. So I'm letting him keep them. I wrap the towel around his arm and dry up all the bloody water.

With him still gaping over his arm, I get up and dump the rest of the water and put the towel in the clothes basket.

"Let's go, I'm hungry. And I sure as hell know you are too." I say opening the door. He quickly grabs his jacket and follows me to the Hermes cabin.

I stop us an tell him to stay here. I quietly without making a sound, slip the window. Because I can sense no one is awake, before I fall I think of the air. Making me float. I quickly fly over to a red headed boy who is laying on his stomach, his wallet in his back pocket.

I swiftly take his wallet and pull out five ones. I put it back and move onto my next victim.

In three minutes I went to five different people and got Twenty bucks.

I fly to the window and crawl back out to the boy waiting outside.

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So this is my new PJO, w/ HoO book. Hope everyone enjoys it.