Beelectric
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- Posted: Thu, 24 Jan 2013 00:51:28 +0000
come ride with me through the veins of history. i'll show you how god falls asleep on the job.
and how can we win when fools can be kings? don't waste your time or time will waste you
the time has come to make things right. you and I must fight for our rights, you and I must fight to survive
and how can we win when fools can be kings? don't waste your time or time will waste you
the time has come to make things right. you and I must fight for our rights, you and I must fight to survive
❝no ones gonna take me alive❞
This shouldn't have happened for so many reasons. The murder. The loss. Three months its been without any word or trace of the people he used to see every day. People he used to train with. Laugh with. All of it. Gone. Aside from Troy, who's been following him around ever since he was seventeen, he has heard no word from the others. Henry now assumes they are either dead or captured...and those who have escaped...he guesses only 30 of them may have survived. They are severely outnumbered, and out-gunned. With the forge at their disposal, they can have any weapon that they choose or are talented with. By some stroke of luck, Henry managed to keep his sword and Troy, his bow, but what about the others? And if it is lost or broken, it's not like Henry can just go to the store and buy a new one. Even if he could, there'd be no money he could spend. Only a child of Hermes could pull that off. They were trapped, all of them, but a son of Zeus will never say its hopeless. Not even on his dying breath.
"He's not dead. He can't be...I won't break my promise."
His brother was somewhere. In Manhattan, New York. In Houston, Texas. St. Louis, Missouri. Henry didn't care. He would find him. There was a promise he made. A promise he swore he would never break. His brother was not as strong. He was not as brave, but that does not make him less bold. Marcus isn't afraid of anything. Their father made sure of that. Marcus is intelligent and strong-willed. He would never give up...and neither will Henry. Troy doubts it. He's never said anything to Henry about it because he knew it would lead to a fight. Henry would never admit that his brother could be in the Underworld. It wasn't an option, neither was it something he wanted to talk about. Ever. But Henry isn't stupid. He knows what Troy thinks. Marcus is a lost cause. There's no way he'd still be alive as he's not strong enough. He was killed in the purge, never even escaped. There's no hope, he thinks, Henry can see it. Perhaps he's right. Perhaps hope doesn't exist out here. Not anymore, and possibly never again. That didn't matter. You rely on hope, you end up losing everything. No, it wasn't about hope. It was about a promise, and Henry would not stop until he saw the dead body of his brother. Then, and only then, would he ever stop.
There was a subway that was not yet finished. Still under construction but, that could take years. It was an abandoned project by the looks of it and Henry and Troy had been living here for just over a couple of weeks. They didn't stay in one area too long but this was the first place in a long time that was starting to feel like home. It was safe here. It never rained. It wasn't too cold, and no one could find them unless they were trying to. Henry was just outside it, keeping guard, really. They didn't much much to worry about. Any time either of them got injured, Troy just worked his magic and healed them. Wasn't much to fret over, and it came in handy. He might not've been useful with a sword, but at least he was good for something. Henry always teased him about that. Outside of his vision, he heard something. Some kind of footsteps. It was probably nothing but Henry has been surprisingly on edge (no surprises there) and so he left to go see what was up. Good thing, too. What he saw almost made him smile. There was a person walking up to Troy, and Troy had his back turned. Must not have heard him, which is plausible. The young boy was very quiet. Stealth was no stranger to him. There was no need to jump to conclusions that the boy was a demititan. Perhaps he was just a needy, hungry young man. He thought that for a while...until the boy pulled out a sword.
"What do we have here? The son of Apollo without a bow in his hand?"
Definitely a demititan. Without even a thought, Henry crept up behind him and pushed his sword, quickly, into the guys back. Gritting his teeth together, Henry twisted it a little and pulled it out just as quick, the boy falling onto the floor. He nudged him with his foot until he was fully satisfied that he wasn't moving, and even if he could, would not go far. Then, he looked over towards Troy and managed to smirk. "How many times have I told you to not let that bow out of your grasp for a second?" It was said in a playful tone, but also with a very serious one. Troy was Henry's best friend. They'd been through a lot together, ever since they met. He better not die. Looking down at the boy, he sighed and knelt on the ground, feeling his pulse. Nothing. He couldn't tell who the boys parent was, not that it mattered, but Henry would've liked to know. It wasn't Iapetus because the boy was still dead. He looked in his late teens, making Henry feel a small twinge of guilt for killing him...but it won't be the only child he's killed, nor would it be the last.
"You know it's been three months today," he said, quietly, still knelt on the ground. Henry stood up and put his hands on his face, frustrated. "And all we do is run and hide and run and hide...I can't keep doing this! What if that's not what we're supposed to be doing?" He was losing his temper with himself. It's happened before, mostly when Henry just doesn't know what to do. Frustration is his bane. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing. There was no guarantee that his brother was at the camp, or even alive, and he had a little more sense than to think he'd get there unscathed. That would be suicide and could be all in vain. What was the point of raiding the camp to find his brother if he was dead, instead? They'd need more demigods to attack the camp, but just what else were they supposed to be doing? Demigods are hard to find to begin with and when they're hiding, it might as well be impossible. For the past three months, he's seen no one he recognizes nor any sign of one being alive. It would be too dangerous to cast a thunderstorm in the middle of no where so they could find him, because that would only lure the demititans there, too. He couldn't take any more bloodshed.
"We have to leave. Today. Now. No more hiding." He looked at Troy with a blank expression on his face, taking a long deep breath in. "We're going to find survivors...or we're going to die trying."
ooc; it's a little long but it's my first post. I promise they won't all be this long. haha. Hope you like Henry! I actually really like this post. Turned out better than I thought it would.