If I thought things were chaotic  when I'd entered blasting down it the door it was nothing like when everyone else found out the god in demigod wasn't lost on us just yet. Water poured out from the walls, fire exploded out of nowhere, weapons were smashed, broken and stolen from the monsters faster than my eyes could follow. I got up from where I sat on the ground as monsters turned into piles of dust and gore and dove back into the fight, opting to do things the good old fashioned way (guns, fists and other weapons mortals used) as opposed to the semi-godly powers I'd gotten two hours ago. I didn't feel a whole bunch of depletion from them like I kept thinking I should, but I didn't want to risk it just now.

Monsters I could waste with guns and luck, I'd been doing it ever since I escaped, but trying to take down gods? I had a feeling I was going to have to go beyond the mortal scope to do it. I still had no idea how we were going to even do it, but as I sent a shot of buckshot into the gut of a half-human half goat creature brandishing a barbed sword stopped worrying about it. I needed to deal with one problem at a time and right now it was destroying these monsters.

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I have no idea how long it was like that, fighting a tide of monsters, I sort of fell into a trance after so long. I stopped thinking for the most part and just reacted. If something not mortal came towards me it died. And when the chaos of the fight died down and the only ones left standing where the demigods I'd felt an Earth-shattering pain in my left foot and looked down and realized I was a mess. My jeans had been ripped and burned all to hell,fresh and dried monster blood mixing with my own dried or still oozing blood. My limbs were shaking like I'd downed an entire pack of extra large Pixie Stixs all by myself. My head was throbbing and I tasted blood in my mouth and realized I'd chewed a few holes in my cheek.

My vision doubled as all my injuries and just my own physical tiredness crashed back onto me and I stumbled back, ears ringing and spots dancing into my eyes. Holy shit I was tired...I fell back, falling into a dark place but I still heard bits of everything. Mainly mummers of voices I didn't know, but one I could pick out in Times Square cut into my head like a chainsaw. "Don't even think about it you idiot!"

"Think about what?" I asked but given that I was half awake it sound more like hinkboutwa but Chance got what I was saying and I heard her bark out something at someone though I didn't catch all the words as I fell back towards the black that was sleep and damn I needed to sleep...I felt myself start to fall in that dream-way everyone does at some point and I jolted awake, the aches and pains draining out of my body. I glanced down at my legs and saw underneath the grime my skin knitting back together like I was the Wolverine. "What the Hades?" I grumbled getting back to my feet feeling like I hadn't just broken into a prison, kicked the asses of hundreds of monsters and gotten my own ass beaten up pretty well in the process. "Was I dying? I thought-."

"No,  you weren't dying," said a voice I didn't know and I turned around to see a familiar face. Short, chin length black hair and a scrawny frame.

"Asian Girl," I muttered recalling the farewell look she'd given me when Chiron had told me I was feeding the dogs.

Her thin eyebrows raised, "I now feel better about my name for you," she said with a voice that was surprisingly loud for such a small person.

"What was that?" I asked kind of curious opened and closing my hands surprised that the stiffness I'd had in my fingers five minutes ago was gone.

"Tall White Boy," she replied her cheeks turning a bit red as she laughed. "And no, you didn't die or anything, I just healed your wounds. You should be okay now."

"How'd you-oh forget it," I said before Chance could scold me. "My stupid questions can wait for now we have bigger fish to fry." I looked behind me at the crowd of kids in orange jumpsuits staring at me with wide eyes like I was some sort of legend. Then I realized I sort of was, I'd gotten out of here, made it on the outside and came back in a flash of lightening and stormy winds. To those kids, the ones that endured this Hell and watched me do something like destroying their guards and tormentors...I guess I must've seemed larger than life, same went for Chance.

"What do you mean?" said a new voice, and I turned around to see Fat Blonde shaking as he stared at the bodies of monsters and now that my vision was focused I saw some orange jumpsuits scattered here and there too. I suddenly didn't blame him for looking so scared, staring at the human bodies along with the monsters was starting to turn my stomach too.  "Sure we'll have a heck of a task getting everyone home without a show when we're all in jumpsuits but it's not an issue."

"You're wrong," Chance said flatly, stepping over Chiron's body, wiping blood off her hairline. "That's not our problem. It's getting our parents in their rightful places."

Fat Blonde turned around so fast it was almost like Chance had taken out a pan of brownies, but the fear in his voice just showed shock. "ARE YOU NUTS?! We have to get out, we have to get  home!" I heard a few people nod in agreement and mumbled similar things too like wanting to see their parents or that Chance was nuts.

Her face flushed red and I made a classic idiot move and and sent a bolt of lightening straight into the floor and was rewarded with the screams of every inmate and Chance. When the dust from the split concrete settled I coughed to clear my throat. "Now that I have your attention listen up and shut up," I said using the words of my basketball coach. "Chance isn't nuts, she's right. We have a chance, a small chance to stop them. It's not much but it's more than we have ever had and we have to jump on it now."

"They're gods!" shouted one kid that I didn't recognize, "we have to go before they realize what happened. You want to go through with that stupid plan? Go on, it's your death," he said tugging at his oversized jumpsuit. and I realized the kid probably wasn't older than twelve. "But I'd rather live a few more years."

I felt a stab of pity for him, but I narrowed my eyes, irritated. I was beginning to understand why Chance was so impatient with me. "You won't," I told him, "maybe a few months, but not years. You said it yourself, they're gods and it's damn hard to run from them. Hell I have died three times now and made it back because I'm a lucky son of a bitch. Everything that got me this far is luck and that crazy chick," I said pointing to Chance who gave a jerky wave, face red. "But fact is, you can't run, for a while hell yeah you could do that. But a lifetime? No, you'll be caught, your time will be up and you will die in some shithole on the streets."

I figured out quickly that I wasn't just addressing the kid anymore but everyone and I felt some discomfort at speaking to such a huge group but I forced it down. I was getting pissed at how stupid some of them were. "So you want to live for a few months and die curled up on the ground like a pathetic little victim?" I scoffed, eyebrows going down, voice getting louder. "You don't want to fight and hope that when this is all over you could have  a real fucking life? You'd rather spend your life running like some bunch of cowards? If that's the case I'm ashamed I wasted my time getting you out. You'd be better off here."

"So you would have just let us rot here because we didn't want to go along and get killed? Because we want to live?" asked another voice and I saw I knew the owner. Fat Blonde, an inmate I'd seen the day of my escape.

"No," I said turning to look him in the eye. "I'd have left you here because if you stayed here you'd have gotten what you wanted. See thing is, you bunch of cowards don't want to live, you want to not die.You want to exist, not live, you could have gotten that just fine here. I made the mistake of thinking you wanted to live. That you wanted to go and dance badly at prom with your friends, get your licence, your diploma, make tons of stupid ass mistakes when your drunk in college and laugh about them later.  Major in something really pointless for the hell of it. Get married, have kids, or be that enteral single friend. I made the mistake of thinking you all wanted a life worth living, seems I was wrong. Because the shitty facts don't lie, not a single fucking one of us will get that so long as our parents are running the world."

No one made a sound so I let out a breath and rubbed my temples feeling a now familiar cold sensation. The Fates were watching me again. "I'm scared too," I admitted and I found out it was true by the knot in my stomach that appeared whenever I thought too hard about this whole mess. "I'm scared to cross that river down in the Underworld, to get into the ghoul's boat and never come back. I'm scared I won't see my friends or my mom again. I know  you all are too, I get it." I felt my hands tighten into fists, "But worse than that I am tired. I am tired of running all over the country, I am tired of going to sleep every night and thinking I might not wake up or wake up to something toothy that wants to eat me. I'm tired of being scared, I'm tired of being the gods's victim and for once I have the power to do something out it."

This is when the cold feeling reached it's all time high and I kept talking but the words did not belong to me. My phantom limbs reached into my waistband and pulled out the bronze gun and as the metal caught the dim light of the prison I said a word, "reveal" but even though I knew what I'd said I all so knew it wasn't in English, it was in Greek. The gun glowed and shifted until the handle lengthened and turned from bronze to polished wood, the rest of it lengthened, sharpened and curved until it was three feet long. A collective gasp went up from a hundred or so prisoners and my best friend.

"What the fuck is that?" Chance asked as she got out of her stunned state and forced her way through the crowd with her elbows.

"Kronos's Scythe, this was the weapon of the King of the Titans, back before the gods ruled." I said though the words weren't mine and the story was news to me. "Zeus cut his dad to peices with this and he used it on the other Titans that got in his way. I can use this on them and it's going to have the same effect."

The cold feeling left and Chance was staring open mouthed at me. "Where the Hades did all of that come from?"

"Fate or rather Fates," I said whispering "change" in Greek and the sycthe turned back into a gun and I tucked it into the wasitband of my jeans. I'd change it back when we got closer to Olmypus. "Those of you that want to take back your lives and get a little payback come with us and warn us if you get seasick. Those of you that want to run with your tails between your legs, you're on your own. Just stay in places where the domians of a ton of gods meet, makes it harder to focus in and find you that way. We leave in ten mintues, go around to the yard, kitchen anywhere you could possibly find weapons, trust me you're going to want them no matter what  you do."

The prisoners, the alive ones, disbanded and did what I said, Chance and I were soon alone with the dead bodies of monsters and demigods. I tried not to look at the orange jumpsuits all through the entry hall and looked at Chance.

"Seasick?" she asked, "what did you mean?"

"I mean," I said grabbing the gun again, "that waiting for the gods to come to us is stupid. When we fight with any of them we will use our powers and even if we do off them," I said whispering to the weapon to change it again and I ran my fingers over the razor sharp edge. "They'll find out sooner or later what we did and they'll be prepared, we have the surprise factor and we've gotta use it. I know where Olympus is and we are going to go there on a ferry. You still a good stowaway?"

"Probably but I still don't get what you're talking about," she said her expression much like the one I wore during history and when she was trying to explain the gods to me for the first time.

"They're on Elis Island," I said changing the scythe back again and putting the gun away. "That's why it seemed like the perfect place for the Fates and why Ares killed  you there even though it was a no-mans land. He should've been on you that fast and when he tossed you into the lake he and everyone else was sure you had died even when your boyfriend saved you. You left on the ferry didn't you? Or the next one that came in while he explained everything?"

"Yeah," she said tugging on her hair which she clearly was used to being long. "But how'd you know that? I never told you about the ferry."

"Same way I knew the gun was Kronos's scythe, I was told, the Fates turned me into their mouth piece."

"Why you?" she asked and I kind of wondered if she was all so asking why it wasn't her. I didn't blame her, for a long time I'd wondered the exact same thing. She knew more than I did, she planned better than I did, was smarter about how she fought than I did. Chance was cutout for being a demigod the Fates used as a tool, but after our crazy jump off the bridge I'd found the answer to my own question.

"Because I have faith," I replied cracking my knuckles feeling the pop between my joints, I knew it was bad for me, but it took the stiffness out of my fingers. "I trust in things like fate and destiny and I hope that things will be better before I go out and try to get them better. It makes me more susceptible to their powers than you."

"That....that makes sense," Chance said seeming to work out the problem as she talked. "But to be honest I'm glad it's you, I think you're better at leading people than me."

"I'm not as smart as you," I countered, "how am I supposed to lead everyone? I barely know what I'm doing and when I do it's because you told me what to do."

"Yeah maybe" she said with a shrug, "but you inspire people, did you see what you just did? No one looked at you like you were nuts. You don't bail on people, you stick with them even if their a pain in the ass like me." She nudged my shoulder then and I grinned.

"Yeah guess so," and I glanced over as I heard feet slapping on the floor and I looked to see a bunch of orange jumpsuit clad-kids walking towards me and Chance. Some had guns in their hands, others had just plain old rods of metal, but if the Mafia had proved anything was weapons didn't need to have a bunch of bells and whistles to do serious damage. They had used a baseball bat  as one of their weapons and that caused some serious injuries.

"We're coming with you," said Asian Girl who seemed to be leading the pack. "Everyone else is going to wait til we clear out."

Chance nodded, "Alright raise your hands," the group raised some eyebrows but I sort of glared at them and they did what she told them to do. I heard her mutter under her breath rattling off numbers. "Fifty  of them, so we have fifty-two of us all together," she said with a sharp nod of her head. Clearly not what she was hoping for, couldn't say I disagreed.

"You can put you arms down now," I said and they did that, some with groans of relief. "Okay those of you that are ready to give out some well earned justice follow us and brace yourself to stowaway on a tour ferry, then the real battle starts." It wasn't exactly an army and it wasn't exactly a morale boosting speech, but I didn't want to lie to the people brave or stupid enough to stick around with us and fight back. "Let's get going, jacking a bus is going to be tough so let's get going." I wasn't going to lie about how we were going to get to the ferry either, the shock of it would mess things up a lot if I just dropped it into their laps.

"Did you say jack a bus?" stammered one kid with bad acne who I instantly dubbed Pimple Face. I wasn't very good with names, so I had to call him something else.

"Yes he did," Chance stated, "it's the fastest way because we do not have the ability to pay for everyone now come on." And she started walking out kicking aside Chiron's dead body as she did and I grinned. My best friend was a complete badass.

"You heard the girl, follow her she knows what she's doing," I said moving from my stiff as a statue postion and walked out into the yard after Chance. "Stay back I warned her," grabbing her wrist and  reaching inside my body and grabbing the white hot power inside me and with a scream that was a mix of anger and pain it ripped it's way out of me and smashed into the barbed wire lined wall blasting a giant hole through it. I tried to grin through the choking dust and I walked carefully around the giant chunks of rubble littering the yard ready to work my way to the streets of NYC and go to Olympus and end the cruelty that the gods had become known for.

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This chapter got really long, more so than I thought it would so it seems there will be two more chapters in this book before we hit the end! =D I've broken this one up into two parts! We are still getting close to the finish line guys! I am so excited! =D

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