ICE'S POV:
I was running faster than wind, making no sound at all. In fact, the only sounds were coming from my victim, the slaps of his feet hitting concrete, his rugged breathing, his out of control heartbeat. I heard it all. We were in the middle of an abandoned street somewhere in Quebec, Canada. I was chasing Edgar McGillan, the infamous thief that had been annoying my master for ten years. I had been after him for a couple of days, as it never took long for me to catch up with my prey.
I put on a burst of speed, which he hadn't been expecting, and he let out a scared whimper. I grabbed him by the hair and slammed him into the concrete, my black jacket was wrapped tightly around me and kept out the cold Canadian air and my hood was hiding my upper face. I placed a combat boot clad foot on his chest to prevent him from getting up.
"I am sorry to say, Edgar, that I am to kill you. Chaos's orders." At that I smiled. I bent down and drew a dagger across his throat, effectively cutting off his scream that pierced the silent night air.
I stood up, victorious in my kill.
But you don't know who 'I' am, do you? I am Ice, personal assassin of Chaos, and commander of the Legion of Chaos. I have been so for 200 years. My name is widely known to all of the crooks and monsters. I used to be known as Percy Jackson, before I left Camp Half Blood, but I hardly ever go by that name anymore, as only Chaos knows my true identity. Everyone else under the command of Chaos just calls me Ice or Commander.
Wanna know why?
I got my nickname from my eye color. Yeah, I know, it sounds like a stupid thing to make a nickname out of, but if you had my eyes you'd understand. They were icy crystalline blue, and had tiny white lines going through them, looking much like a spider web. To make things short, they looked like ice and had the ability to make you freeze (not literally, geez) on sight, that's how scary they were.
I joined Chaos for a reason you know.
~~FLASHBACK~~
I woke up and looked around; noticing my jerk of a half-brother John was already gone. Good. He had the BIGGEST EGO EVER! He thought he was the gods' gift just because he killed one hydra. News buddy, been there, done that, done MORE than that, never doing it again. But that didn't matter. Everyone loved him, and I was quickly replaced. All of my friends couldn't give me the time of day if they tried, which they didn't. Only three stayed faithful to me, though. Thalia, Nico, and Annabeth. But Thalia and Nico were always gone, so I mostly only had Annabeth with me. I was fine with that.
I walked out of my cabin smiling, about to go see my girlfriend Annabeth. We had been together for a week now, and were practically inseparable.
I walked down to the beach and saw John. Awesome! (note the sarcasm) I saw him and some blonde bimbo (probably from the Aphrodite cabin) making out. Whatever. I kept walking and I heard the blonde say something interesting.
"Promise me you won't tell Percy? Please? He's such a drama queen. He makes a big scene out of everything. I mean—I guess I love him and all, but he never really shows emotion. When we kiss, it's like he's not really into it. I get so bored with it!"
"I promise Annabeth, I will NEVER bore you."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I stormed over to Annabeth and her eyes went wide.
"Percy I-"
"Save it Annabeth, I don't wanna hear your crap."
I slapped John for good measure and he went sprawling into the sand. I hope he liked being slapped by a brick, I really do.
I turned and ran to my cabin, packing all of my things and smashing all of the pictures of me and Annabeth. Glass littered the floor. I raced out of camp unseen. I was always unseen these days.
If I was no longer wanted here, then I wouldn't impose any longer. I would disappear.
~~FLASHBACK END~~
But that's okay. I couldn't be happier now. I loved my work.
Now that I was finished with this one, I was to report back to Chaos. He said he had another job for me.
I hopped on my motorcycle that I got in my first year of being an assassin. It was a Japanese motorcycle that was all black and extremely awesome. (A/N here's a link to show you what it looks like: /blog/2008/02/28/new-honda-dn-01-to-be-launched-on-march-7th-in-japan/ ) and I loved it more than anything. I hopped on and sped at an incredible speed towards Chaos. He and his army stay in Canada, because there everyone is weird so no one suspects anything. Yeah, I'm serious.
After an hour of riding I reached the border and sped to the warehouse. I walked in and the sentries bowed to me. I gave them a curt nod. I strode in to the throne room. It was black and looked like stars were woven in to the very walls. Chaos sat in his throne of black night sky and watched me aproach. I stopped ten feet from the throne and fell to my knees in a bow.
"My Lord."
"Ahh, Perseus. You finished your job?" he said.
I sucked in a breath and bit my cheek rom making a witty response. He knew I hated it when he used my real name, even if no one was around.
"Yes Sir, success once more." I said proudly. He nodded, not in the least surprised. I never failed to finish a job.
"Good. I have a new one for you."
"Yes, my Lord?" I said hesitantly. He usually gives me a little break in between jobs.
"Gaea is rising, as you know, and Camp Half-Blood needs help. I have offered to send you and my troops. I know I promised you would never have to go back there once I took you in, but this time it is necessary."
"Fine." I said. My face was devoid of emotion. The only way you could tell I was boiling inside was that I hadn't said 'Sir' or 'My Lord'.
He smiled sadly. "Go make a good entrance, Ice."
