Catherine - A Message and a Challenge

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By now, I hated running from the police. Rascal was the best bad driver that I know. And trust me, I know, after all I'm from Han Solo's galaxy.

First he had stolen a Corvette. Not using mind tricks. He just walked up to the owner of a random car dealership and asked for the car. Of course the owner said no, so Rascal pulled out a mace, swing it around his head David and Goliath style, and whacked the helpless man in the head. The poor man dropped to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around his head. All Rascal had to do then was take the keys... which he did by killing every employee and civilian in the ship in various violent ways.

We spent the night in the lobby of the Winter Quay hotel in Manhattan. Rascal never told me why we didn't take the elevator to a decent room.

Since then we had evaded the police for our entire trip with the radio on full blast. Rascal snaked through highways, back roads, busy intersections, rush hour traffic, and even managed to stop for a drive through in the city of Nikihcromtae (I think it was a some native cow raising town.) Now with the police nowhere in sight we pulled up at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

"Ok," Rascal said as he exited the Corvette. "We came here first because Congress is in session today and probably won't be for another 5 or 6 months. All we have to do use mind tricks to get in then we kill the President and leave."

"I love how you made that sound so simple."

"Let's roll," he then 'destroyed the evidence' by blowing our ex-ride sky-high.

Being a son of Ares, I'd have thought he would have brought more weapons. Yet, he only had a gold sword. He didn't even have his lightsaber. I didn't know much about the mythological gods, but I didn't think he was a son of Ares. He showed too much reckless control. Reckless, but nevertheless control. I would guess a major god. Poseidon, Zeus, or maybe even Hades to match his eyes. Or maybe... I gulped. Jupiter. I tried to read his mind but it was very interesting. In the end I couldn't read his emotions, as if he was choosing to cover them.

Moments later we were inside a live session of Congress (probably at the expense of a few security officer's jobs). They were deciding on whether or not to ban the future production of nuclear weaponry such as Tesseract powered weapons in the U.S.

"Ok, Rascal whispered, "Now is the time. I cause a distraction, you kill the President"

"Woah, I'm killing him?"

"I've already got enough blood on my hands from the dealership. It's your turn." Rascal abruptly left to prepare the distraction. After that everything happened so fast.

I found the President preparing to step up to the podium and speak. I mapped out my plan of attack. Then it hit me. I had a plan: attack. All of a sudden I wanted to kill everyone in the room, not just the President. Was Rascal a child of Aphrodite using charmspeak? Silly me, I can't be influenced by charmspeak if I can't hear it. Or can I?

Leaping out of my hiding place, I took out four top officials with a single lightsaber spin. Panic erupted. Not missing a beat I hurled my lightsaber through three secret service agents and ultimately through the President. As I retrieved my lightsaber, I saw the President drop to the ground. Dead.

While I couldn't find Rascal, I went into action. Bullets whizzed past me as I blocked some them with my saber. Ducking and dodging fists trying to hit me, I ran through the House. But, I must say, I treated Republicans and Democrats with equal amounts of mercy. Which was none. The lightsaber became a part of me and combat an extension of my being. I leaped up to the podium and forced the only journalist who was alive to broadcast a message for me on national TV. Unsurprisingly he complied.

He got the camera rolling and gave me the countdown. "I am Darth Ohemca and as of right now there is chaos. Tony Stark, Percy Jackson, and Kendall Brown meet me at noon tomorrow at Alabama's abandoned amusement park formerly known as "Styx River Water World" tomorrow so we can talk peace. Otherwise," I held up the nearest person to the camera with a powerful Force choke, "there will be more of this." I broke his neck.

Just then the FBI, SWAT, CIA, and Secret Service poured into the room. I rushed into a corridor behind me and saw Rascal climbing out of a hatch at the top of the building. How had he gotten up there? Child of Zeus/Jupiter maybe?

"What the heck are you doing?"

"Leaving. There are things I must do. Fight for the Sith and stay strong."

"SWAT will be pouring through that hatch any second now."

"That's no problem, for me at least. Let's say I have 'quick modes of transportation' also known as as a T.A.R.D.I.S. Perks of being a time lord."

"What? But you're a Sith stand and fight with me?"

"Rule #1: Timelords lie. All Sith have yellow eyes, did you notice that mine are mostly black and slightly tinted red? It's a gift from my father."

"Ares?"

"About that... what was Rule #1 again?"

I knew it. Well, Aphrodite is ruled out because he said his father gave him his eyes. Could he be a... "Are you a son of Zeus?"

"No. Don't worry, you'll eventually get it. You know what they say, 'All roads lead to Rome' you'll find out I'll make sure of it. Your road will eventually lead there. It's just not there now. For now, let's pretend I was never here in the first place."

With that he pressed a button on his watch and disappeared. Not a second later SWAT flooded the room and handcuffed me. The next thing I knew I was out cold.

I awoke in a high security jail cell without my lightsaber. For fun, I read the minds of the prison guards. They were relatively strong minded for a human. But they were still weak. Yet, one guard, who had just returned from his honeymoon at Disney and was worried about his credit card and student loan debts, had an interesting feeling. It was the same feeling I had felt when I read Rascal's mind only this man was weaker and easier to read. That's when I knew what Rascal was feeling in the White House and probably why he took off so quickly. Rascal was in love.

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