Dark-Hair, Sea Eyes

7

The siblings were on their knees, their foreheads forced to the ground in front of Boman's Empress. She looked at them, judgment and disapproval passing through her eyes as they knelt there.

"Girl, are you and your brother the ones who killed an officer of Chaos?" Order asked. "We don't kill and tell." The girl sneered, fighting the boot on the back of her head to look Order defiantly in the eyes. The soldier put more weight on the girl's neck, forcing her in the dirt again.

The boy retaliated, but he was still under the influence of the drug that was injected into his bloodstream and couldn't even lift his head from under the soldier's boots.

Order frowned. "They certainly are assassins, but they aren't the assassins we're looking for. They don't have the bloodlust for it." She said. "Tell me, do you kill anyone but your target when on a job?" Order asked. "Hells no, we would not kill anyone we wouldn't get paid for killing."

Boman was surprised at the statement. It wasn't as noble when she put it that way.

"There you go. The last assassin killed several battalions before they killed their target and left. That would require transportation too, so they'd have to at least have a dragon or a griffin. Those two have neither."

"Well mom, they can fly," Connor informed his mother. "Yup. Made it that much annoying to knock them out." Travis said.

Order grinned with new interest. "Really?" She said, her finger tracing her jawline. "Lift their heads. I want to see their faces."

The soldiers obeyed, and forcefully lifted their heads, both of them struggling. Boman looked at his Empress curiously as her grin widened.

"At first glance, I'm unsure of the girl, but the boy, there's no question about it. The electricity too,  I should've known sooner. They're demigods." Order whispered to Boman. "Like...?" Boman asked, moving his eyes towards the three princes. "Yes, like Lukas, Connor, and Travis, along with your forge brats. But these demigods are children of the god who they called the king, the strongest of them all. However, whether they are children of Zeus or Jupiter is unclear." She said.

Order was almost giddy, and Boman hadn't seen her like this since she'd first been crowned Empress. "It seems we got off at a bad start, but we have a common enemy. It seems that Chaos has a few of your relatives in captivity. Are you interested?" Order asked, the grin never leaving her face.
***
Percy's aim rested on Octavian's temple. Percy laid in the grass, flat on his stomach as his blond target started to speak, making elaborate body movements.

Percy's hand rested on the trigger, taking deep breaths, taking note of the thousands of citizens around his target speaking behind the bronze podium.

Percy took in another breath, before he released, pulling the trigger. The bullet spiraled out of his gun, beelining towards his target.

Everything went black as if the sun had burned out.

Percy heard a large thump, the usual sound of a body that had hit the ground, and the sun began to burn again. Where Percy had shot came in to view, and Percy's heart dropped.

Tyson was on the ground, blood gushing out of a wound in his temple. A bullet wound.

"Tyson--" Percy cut himself off. His body turned away from the body of his younger brother and he was face to face with Chaos. His employer handed him a small cloth bag and Percy just knew that it only had a couple of diamonds in it.

"Thank you for finishing the job. I thought that since you had a more personal connection with him, you wouldn't take the job." Chaos said, sick satisfaction glinting in his eyes. "I did what you paid me for," Percy said, turning his back on his now-former client. He grabbed Abyss by the scruff of her neck and dragged her away from Tyson's body.

When he stepped to pass his brother, something grabbed his ankle.

"Brother," Tyson whimpered weakly. "Why?"

Percy pulled his gun again and aimed it at his younger brother. "A job is a job," Percy said, pulling the trigger again.

And again.

And again.

And ag--
***
Percy must've stabbed himself in his sleep.

He laid there, in his bed trying to catch his breath. A knife, possibly just a dull one from the dungeon's kitchen, was covered in his blood. Percy didn't know he had a knife on him when he went to sleep.

Blood oozed from his side as he just laid there, listening to the sound of his own heartbeat before ridiculing himself for doing so.

Yes, Jackson, it's still beating. He said to himself, before sitting up. Ignoring the pain in his side he grabbed a towel and a change of clothes from the closet and tossed the knife in the kitchen sink as he passed it. He turned the water on and stood under the showerhead, sighing as the pain in his side started to diminish before it was completely gone. He cursed his brain for conjuring up that kind of nightmare and the fact that it was a recurring theme that only changed the faces, never the outcome.

Percy had known that being able to be healed by water was the result of him being a demigod, and the god of the sea being revealed as his father was only supported by that.

After he showered and had gotten dressed, Percy walked into the kitchen. He was in the middle of a one-sided debate with himself to whether attempt to make something or just grab a box of pastries and see which ones tasted good when the door unlocked.

Reyna let herself in and upon seeing Percy's larger frame greeted him before setting his sword and rifle on the counter.

"You will temporarily be in the Sixth Cohort. If you decide to stay on Ramonia, you can challenge the other cohorts to get into one." Reyna said.

Percy sighed and opened the fridge, grabbing his new favorite food. He didn't know what they were called, but he had eaten three packs of them. "And a cohort is what now?" Percy asked before plopping five of them in his mouth.

"A Cohort is a military unit, thus why you are getting your weapons back," Reyna said. "So I bring weapons so you assume I can fight? What if I came here to become a merchant? I could be an arms dealer showing off some of my weaponry." Percy said.

Reyna scoffed. "You've said it before. You have killed before."

"Which makes me a certified killer, not a capable soldier," Percy said. "Want one?" He offered her one of his new favorite berries. Reyna rolled her eyes at him but took him up on the offer. "I haven't had blueberries in quite a while come to think of it," Reyna said. Oh, so that's what they're called.

"Soon you will be moved into a barrack, and you will train with your fellow cohort members. Slacking off won't be tolerated. You will have a strict schedule. I'll be here with Lupa to expand on that." Reyna said, completely disregarding what Percy had said earlier. "So I basically have no choice," Percy said.

Not that it mattered to him, as he would be gone soon enough. "This planet is at war. Military power is a must and we don't have many fighters left. As a son of the Earthshaker, you could be useful." Reyna said, leaving after making it clear that that was what Percy was. Useful.

"You aren't wrong," Percy agreed with her under his breath. Depending on his mood and the price, Percy could be useful to anyone, really. He'd kill anyone.

His dream replayed itself in his mind.

He frowned slightly. 

Wouldn't he?

He tossed a couple of more blueberries is his mouth before Chaos appeared right in front of him.

And that's the end of this part!

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