And Then There Were Four

Rascal - All Hell Breaks Loose

What is the "greater good?"

After I killed Annabeth and Kendall the Titan had said that it was "for the greater good" The greater good of who? Society? What makes an act for the greater good better than something that's just good?

While the Titan controlled me when I kicked Annabeth, I was 100% myself when I shot Kendall. And her death, while it might have been for good, was definitely not for the greater good. It might benefit society in the end, but it was more or less for a common good than a greater one.

Yet I fear the greater good that He is planning. If it had to do with what happened to Calypso... I'd have to speak with my boss. While most government jobs wouldn't help in this situation, my boss is a part of... a different type of government. Titans are not normal, but it shouldn't be too far of a stretch

I'm not sure when he decided to use me as a host, but it's tearing me apart. It feels like my whole life is a cover, disguising who I really am. The last few days have been like a roaring wind trying to blow off my cover.

First I met the Doctor, then I told Kendall most of the truth (with a few lies, of course), I killed the inexperienced Jedi, then I kicked Annabeth off of a cliff, shooting Kendall in the process. After dropping Catherine off in D.C. the next day, I picked up a cheeseburger.

Now, I'm sitting In my T.A.R.D.I.S. chilling. It's time to go back for Kendall now. Pressing a few buttons and pulling a few levers, I heard the familiar sounds of the T.A.R.D.I.S. taking me back in time.

He hadn't spoke through me since the other night, but I lived every moment fearful. When we raided Congress; I hadn't carried many weapons for fear that the Titan would take hold of me.

With all my power I held him off. My biggest question now is why me. Of all demigods, why would a legendary Titan choose me as his host.

The T.A.R.D.I.S. stopped, and as I prepared to exit, I had a Matt Smith moment. Here I am, a timelord, wearing blue jeans and a Texas A&M T-shirt. Unacceptable. Moments later, I donned tan slacks, a burnt orange dress shirt, and, of course, a silky white bow tie. But, being a demigod as well, I still wore my bow and quiver.

As I exited, the moon high in the sky confirmed my late night arrival. I needed to arrive in New Orleans after I shot Kendall and after Percy Jackson left. It appeared that I was right on time.

I approached the bench right outside Demi's shop, closed at this time of night, and looked for Kendall. As I expected, Kendall hadn't been moved by Percy. I pressed a few buttons on my watch and my T.A.R.D.I.S., stone grey this time, collapsed into a Lamborghini and drove itself to the nearest parking lot.

Walking over to Kendall, I hoped I had done the right thing. I inspected my aim. Not a bad shot. The first arrow had pierced her right side. Couldn't have hit a better place. But compared to the second arrow that was nothing. I thanked Apollo for such good aim with my bow. The second arrow had found its mark in the back of her collar bone, an impossible shot from where I was shooting.

Suddenly something hit me on the side of the face and sent me flying backwards. She was awake.

"I would prefer if you didn't slap me, thank you very much."

"Rascal?"

"Yeah," I groaned, "it's me."

"Am I in Elysium?"

"Hardly, Elysium is for dead people"

"But I'm dead right?"

"You were"

"But I'm not anymore?"

"Nope, you're very much alive. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but I believe that what actually kills you, if you survive, makes you even more than that." While I don't say it out loud, I wonder if what doesn't kill you makes you more beautiful? Maybe so.