Title: What the Hades has happened to this world?
Author: Holic.
A fanfic of PJO.
All the characters, places, things happens in this fanfic belongs to Mr.Rick.
Plot: A college student named Holic accidentally killed a fugitive, who was actually a son of Apollo. And later came more trouble.
Chapter 1: "I see angry monsters."
Not the monsters from those crappy low-budget movies. Real, I said, real monsters! And many other crazy things like talking snakes, lighting speed people, children with deadly weapons figting monsters...since I was a child.
And guess where I've seen them?
In the everyday places, guys! The supermarkets, drive-through restaurants, freeways, dark alleys...The places you might pass everyday. And when I see them, you guys, Idk what to say, pretend that there's nothing wrong! Are you people all blind? There they are! Those supernatural stuff! How can you not see them? Don't you see that kid just flew like Peter Pan from that 50-story building? Oh, god! I have to ask those questions everyday! And you all look at me as if I was crazy! I'm not crazy! I see no illusions!
What the Hades has happened to this world?
The day I found the answer, I knew I would die. My name is Holic, and welcome to my nightmare.
It was a gloomy Saturday night when I visited that doctor's. He was an e-pal of mine. And he seemed to know my problem when I told him about those Greek supernatural stuffs. "I can give you the remedy you need, Holic. Just come to my clinic."
And here I am, in front of a...nasty building behind an extremely dark alley. Did I come to the right place? My conscience said yes. Ok, here I come.
I opened the door and walk right in. The door shut immediately after I was inside this rat's nest. "Hey, who turned off the light? I can't see a thing." I complained.
"So, you see dead people?" A voice came behind me. I turned back and see an old man on a rocking chair. It was hard to describe his face, since I couldn't see it. But I could hear his voice so cleary that I knew he was not a native English speaker. And he had to be really old. Or maybe it was just what he wanted me to think.
"No, not dead people," said I. "And are you Mr. Agon? Funny, like "agony"."
"Yes, yes I am. I'm your doctor. OK, lets get things straight. You told me you had seen a man on a flying motorbike last week, with a sort of sword on his back?"
"That's right, before that I'd seen much more stuff like that."
"Tell me more about that man, Mr. Holic."
"Like I told you, he wore a silver, I think, armor, with a golden helmet. Greek, maybe. I studied Greece in my archaeology class, I recognized the paiting on that helmet. And about the flying motorbike, I know it sounds weird but..."
"But what?"
"I think it wasn't from this world."
"Of course, a flying motorbike is not from our world."
"No, I mean, the style, the way I think it was made...is much more sinister and superior than ours. I had never seen that kind of motorbikes before...like it was an upgraded version of Apollo's flying chariot."
"And what do ya think that man was doing?"
"Running away."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I didn't tell you this, but..I saw flying horses, and something like a chariot was chasing that motorbike, and that man too, of course. When I told my friend to look at them, she saw nothing and asked if I was crazy. I don't know, doctor. That's why I need your help."
"You're not crazy, Holic, I know. Because when I looked at you from my flying motorbike, I knew you knew."
The light was on and I could see the face of the doctor. It was him. The man on that flying motorbike. And a golden sword was on his hand.
"I am a demigod. A runaway demigod, I must say. I was framed, Holic. They think I killed my friend and want to catch me. I had no choice but to run. Away from them. Those demigods on that flying chariot you saw were on a quest to arrest me. I knocked them out, and they are in the basement right now. And you're the last witness I have to take care of. Have no choice, since you can see through the mist."
And I knew, from that very moment, my life would end.
"Hey, wait," I said, trying helplessly to survive. "You don't have to do this. No one's gonna believe a word I said. I'm not a...demigod, you said, and I don't have any superior power like you or your friend...I'm nothing on you and them. Why kill me?"
"Well, better be careful. Since you and the guys in basements are the only ones who know where I am. You can see through the mist, so maybe you're a demigod or something. Maybe someday you'll come to camp half-blood and tell them about me. I've chosen Ho Chi Minh City to be my home for the rest of my miserable life. This is my hometown and I don't want to leave because of you or those crazy gods. Got it? Can I knock you out now and tie you with the guys downstairs?"
I took out my gun and shot him.
He fell into the ground and...no movements. Did I kill him? Maybe. Would I be in jail? No, it was self-denfense. This guy was trying to attack me. But if I ran now, I would be in jail. I had to call the police. But...My curiosty told me to wait, so I came to and checked him. Dead. Just what I expected. I killed...a demigod? Wait, if he was some kind of gods, how could he die? Weren't the gods in Greek Myths immortal? Wait, demigods...demi...hmm, OK, I killed this guy, gotta do something. Wait. Look at his sword! It was golden, man. And the images on it, so...Greek!
Though I preferred Roman, but I had to say the sword was nice. I liked it! I wished to have it. But for sure it would be kept as an evidence, I might not touch it.
BANG.
Something broken, I thought, so I took out my gun again and pointed at the direction of the sound. It was the basement's door. And came out 2 kids, a boy and a girl. Just a few years younger than me. They dressed in some kind of camping uniforms. And they were armed with Acient Greek weapons. I was, too, but with a Colt 45, fully charged.
We stared at each other for a moment, then they looked at the body lying on the floor, then back to me.
I wanted to start a conversation, but now they were looking at each other. The girl nodded her head and talked to me: "Sir, can I have the gun?"
Later I knew it was charmspeaking.
I gave her the gun immediately. She gave me smile. And before I could smile back, the boy knocked me out.
Author: Holic.
A fanfic of PJO.
All the characters, places, things happens in this fanfic belongs to Mr.Rick.
Plot: A college student named Holic accidentally killed a fugitive, who was actually a son of Apollo. And later came more trouble.
Chapter 1: "I see angry monsters."
Not the monsters from those crappy low-budget movies. Real, I said, real monsters! And many other crazy things like talking snakes, lighting speed people, children with deadly weapons figting monsters...since I was a child.
And guess where I've seen them?
In the everyday places, guys! The supermarkets, drive-through restaurants, freeways, dark alleys...The places you might pass everyday. And when I see them, you guys, Idk what to say, pretend that there's nothing wrong! Are you people all blind? There they are! Those supernatural stuff! How can you not see them? Don't you see that kid just flew like Peter Pan from that 50-story building? Oh, god! I have to ask those questions everyday! And you all look at me as if I was crazy! I'm not crazy! I see no illusions!
What the Hades has happened to this world?
The day I found the answer, I knew I would die. My name is Holic, and welcome to my nightmare.
It was a gloomy Saturday night when I visited that doctor's. He was an e-pal of mine. And he seemed to know my problem when I told him about those Greek supernatural stuffs. "I can give you the remedy you need, Holic. Just come to my clinic."
And here I am, in front of a...nasty building behind an extremely dark alley. Did I come to the right place? My conscience said yes. Ok, here I come.
I opened the door and walk right in. The door shut immediately after I was inside this rat's nest. "Hey, who turned off the light? I can't see a thing." I complained.
"So, you see dead people?" A voice came behind me. I turned back and see an old man on a rocking chair. It was hard to describe his face, since I couldn't see it. But I could hear his voice so cleary that I knew he was not a native English speaker. And he had to be really old. Or maybe it was just what he wanted me to think.
"No, not dead people," said I. "And are you Mr. Agon? Funny, like "agony"."
"Yes, yes I am. I'm your doctor. OK, lets get things straight. You told me you had seen a man on a flying motorbike last week, with a sort of sword on his back?"
"That's right, before that I'd seen much more stuff like that."
"Tell me more about that man, Mr. Holic."
"Like I told you, he wore a silver, I think, armor, with a golden helmet. Greek, maybe. I studied Greece in my archaeology class, I recognized the paiting on that helmet. And about the flying motorbike, I know it sounds weird but..."
"But what?"
"I think it wasn't from this world."
"Of course, a flying motorbike is not from our world."
"No, I mean, the style, the way I think it was made...is much more sinister and superior than ours. I had never seen that kind of motorbikes before...like it was an upgraded version of Apollo's flying chariot."
"And what do ya think that man was doing?"
"Running away."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I didn't tell you this, but..I saw flying horses, and something like a chariot was chasing that motorbike, and that man too, of course. When I told my friend to look at them, she saw nothing and asked if I was crazy. I don't know, doctor. That's why I need your help."
"You're not crazy, Holic, I know. Because when I looked at you from my flying motorbike, I knew you knew."
The light was on and I could see the face of the doctor. It was him. The man on that flying motorbike. And a golden sword was on his hand.
"I am a demigod. A runaway demigod, I must say. I was framed, Holic. They think I killed my friend and want to catch me. I had no choice but to run. Away from them. Those demigods on that flying chariot you saw were on a quest to arrest me. I knocked them out, and they are in the basement right now. And you're the last witness I have to take care of. Have no choice, since you can see through the mist."
And I knew, from that very moment, my life would end.
"Hey, wait," I said, trying helplessly to survive. "You don't have to do this. No one's gonna believe a word I said. I'm not a...demigod, you said, and I don't have any superior power like you or your friend...I'm nothing on you and them. Why kill me?"
"Well, better be careful. Since you and the guys in basements are the only ones who know where I am. You can see through the mist, so maybe you're a demigod or something. Maybe someday you'll come to camp half-blood and tell them about me. I've chosen Ho Chi Minh City to be my home for the rest of my miserable life. This is my hometown and I don't want to leave because of you or those crazy gods. Got it? Can I knock you out now and tie you with the guys downstairs?"
I took out my gun and shot him.
He fell into the ground and...no movements. Did I kill him? Maybe. Would I be in jail? No, it was self-denfense. This guy was trying to attack me. But if I ran now, I would be in jail. I had to call the police. But...My curiosty told me to wait, so I came to and checked him. Dead. Just what I expected. I killed...a demigod? Wait, if he was some kind of gods, how could he die? Weren't the gods in Greek Myths immortal? Wait, demigods...demi...hmm, OK, I killed this guy, gotta do something. Wait. Look at his sword! It was golden, man. And the images on it, so...Greek!
Though I preferred Roman, but I had to say the sword was nice. I liked it! I wished to have it. But for sure it would be kept as an evidence, I might not touch it.
BANG.
Something broken, I thought, so I took out my gun again and pointed at the direction of the sound. It was the basement's door. And came out 2 kids, a boy and a girl. Just a few years younger than me. They dressed in some kind of camping uniforms. And they were armed with Acient Greek weapons. I was, too, but with a Colt 45, fully charged.
We stared at each other for a moment, then they looked at the body lying on the floor, then back to me.
I wanted to start a conversation, but now they were looking at each other. The girl nodded her head and talked to me: "Sir, can I have the gun?"
Later I knew it was charmspeaking.
I gave her the gun immediately. She gave me smile. And before I could smile back, the boy knocked me out.