Chaos Bringer (Percy Jackson; The God Slayer From Another World)

Chapter 14 Secrets unfold, Ryan's past

"What do you want?" Percy asked him and sat back on the edge of the Empire State Building.

Maxx shook his head. "What you are doing. What you are going through. I get you my friend."

"Did you lose everything?" Perseus asked in rage. "Did you see the last look on your mothers face as she died."

Maxx held a hand to his glowing eye. "Yes, in fact I have, multiple time. Everytime I open these cursed eyes, I see my mom, my father and my brothers faces when they were all slaughtered in front of me. Do you know what that feeling was like?"

Percy didn't meet his eyes. He instead looked back down at the city streets of New York. "I felt useless. With all those powers, I felt useless"

"The difference between you and me," Maxx said. "Is that I did something about it instead of wallowing in a cave like a spoiled kid. I didn't push away anything I had left. I embraced it."

But then he saw Percy face. The tear that ran down his face. "Oh no. No no no. You didn't. Tell me you didn't."

"I couldn't control it,"Percy said in a low voice. Not sad but in a way to seem he was angry with himself. He pointed to the downtown area. "She died in that fire. I killed her myself."

"You didn't kill her," Maxx assured him. "That thing inside of you. He is the cause of all that destruction. What path that Ryan had led you down, it has made you that much worst."

"It was what made me stronger, He helped me understand what chaos was. It made me a counter balance."

Maxx sighed. "Let me show you something about Ryan so you can better understand your situation."

"What do you mean?" Percy asked as he stood.

Maxx smiled a little. "I am the godslayer of sight. Slayer of Prometheus, Apollo and Artemis. My eyes can see the past, the possible futures, and anywhere in the present. You'll see as well."

Maxx sat a hand on Perseus shoulder, and his eyes grew brighter.

They were suddenly in a stone room. Percy was spooked when he looked around, and saw the drad bodies of children, their blood forming puddles on the floor. And huddledd in the corner was a sobbing figure. Percy immediately recognized him as Ryan. Except much younger. He was standing over the body of what appeared to be a girl about his age. And his tears dropped onto her lifeless body as he cradled her into his arms.

"So it was you?" He strained. "Why . . . didn't you turn yourself over? Why . . . did you have to die? And why does it hurt so much?"

A door opened, and a women that looked a lot like Ryan moved into the room, steppibg over the bodies with no acknowledgment. She walked to just a few paces before Ryan, and looked down at him with no emotion.

"Excellent," she said. "I knew you would be the last to survive. Now that the mole is dealt with, we can move on to the next part of your training."

Maxx suddenly pulled the event away, and they were shifted to another time. This time, it was in a small house, and Ryan was looking down another group of dead bodies. But he did not cry. He did not sob. He did not look traumatized. He just looked angered. Just bitter.

"A while ago," he told them. "I thought that there was nothing else worth living for except for my mission. You made me feel that I can lead a normal life. . . my friends. That I can finally achieve peace."

A tear fell from his cheek, and he turned to the door, as rapid footsteps approached them.

"But once again she has rejected me," he said. "So now, I will reject them all. This world"

"Ryan is like me," Maxx said to Percy. "The war when we were children, caused by the Holy Knights, forced everyone to act. We have both suffered because of it. I lost my parents. He lost his innocence. Tell me how one was suppose to get that back?"

"But why is he so . . . wrong," Percy added as Ryan walked out of the house to the approaching horses.

"Ryan had strict morals," Maxx said, looking back at Ryan. "His sister was the pinnacle of what was considered evil. But, even we now acknowledge that her motives, and possibly her end games, were just and noble. And there was a possibility that it would have been a peaceful resolution. It took him ten years to see that. But, what makes him dangerous to you and the entire multiverse, is the kind of methods he ensure that someone like his sister is ever brought to life again."

He waved his hands once again, and the world changed, and Percy immediately looked confused. It was a nursery, full of babies fast asleep. It was completely dark, and not a single other person was around.

"What is this place?" Percy asked.

"This was the nursery where you were sat after were born," he said. He pointed across the room, to Ryan crouching down at an infant.

"Little hero," he said to him. "You are destined to do great things. I don't really care for this prophecy nonsense. Not really fair if you ask me. Because it doesn't determine who you are really. I can't wait for you to grow up, and save the world once or twice, so I can have a discussion with you. Hero to Hero."

He held out his hand over the child. "You will use this for great things. Little hero, you will be my way, of preventing new monsters like me, and like you, from being born."

Percy could barely breathe. His entire world seemed to be tearing away at him at the seems.

"St-stop it now!" He yelled. "What . . . happened. What did he do?"

"He made you a Plithos, with the sole purpose of harnessing it, so he may one day use it to "save the world". But, Ryan did not expect it to grow so quickly. And by the time you were a teenager, your spiritual pressure began attracting monsters of higher tiers than what is normally acceptable. And when you were twenty two, it grew too powerful for your body to control."

He sighed andthe visions stopped. He closed both his eyes again. "He did this for his purpose. Whatever that is, we must stop him."