Project Mythology

Percy

"How long have you been in this industry?"

The blue bird hero- Nightwing, as I have come to know, pondered a little before answering.

"9 years"

I nodded in understanding but nevertheless stayed focused on my task- crush the enemies.

It wasn't as hard as taking down a monster, these mortals were weak and most simply ran off at the sight of my wolf-glare. But their numbers just keep rising. I know I will get tired of fighting eventually, I'm still weak. Even with the help of the six heroes I was not certain that we would make it out alive, but I had to try, I have come so far, I will not die at the hands of the mortals.

It will bring shame to the half-bloods if I do that. And my fatal flaw will never allow them to die when I still have the strength to fight.

Curse to Fates.

We stopped in front of a large room. In front of us stood more guards and scientists. I do not recognize the majority of them, but one of them made my blood boiled.

He backed away a little as I stepped forward, a look of surprise on his face. I smirked, guess they didn't expect me to be still alive in that ice. Too bad.

"You...You are Project 1723... The Project Mythology! How is this possible?!"

I took another step forward, time to repay the debt. This man was there when I was sealed in that ice, I remembered him, he didn't looked so scared back then, well let me fix that.

My fists were clenched, I let my emotions flow. The pipes groaned and the building shock. The enemies backed away as they looked around frantically. I smiled without humor.

"Let the fun begin..."