Assassin of Worlds {Percy Jackson Fanfiction} 🗸

Chapter 4 - Getting Kidnapped is NOT Fun

68 Years Later

Theron sighed as he took out his bow that hung on his back. He held it up to and pulled back on the string. As he did so, an arrow appeared perfectly placed in the center of the bow, waiting to be shot. The bow itself was hand made. It was made from a certain wood found on a planet called Thiotis. Theron had personally enchanted it so that the arrows would appear whenever the bowstring was pulled back. 

This time, Theron was hunting a group of rebels on the planet Culara. The leader, Altair Dock, was wanted all across the Universe for murder, theft, kidnapping. Theron applauded the man for outrunning him for so long. However, his evil days were about to come to an end.

Theron let go of the bowstring and watched as the arrow flew silently to his target and hit him right between the eyes. Over the years Theron had come to love using a bow. It was a lot more accurate than a dagger and it looked so much cooler.

Altair Dock's lifeless body fell to the ground with a THUD. His days of terrorizing were now over. Theron walked up to the body and picked it up. Whenever he was dealing with wanted rebels, terrorists, criminals, etc. he always brought them to the closest Outpost to show the officials that another criminal was off the list. 

Theron's power had grown over the years, too. He could now Vapour-Travel, Shadow-Travel, and Flame-Travel with ease. He could also use almost every weapon like he had been using it for years. To make the long story short, he was pretty much unstoppable to any mortal, and even some immortals.

Vapor-Traveling was Theron's favorite way of traveling. Making every particle of your body water vapor was difficult. However, it was totally worth it. It felt like you were free and nothing could stop you. You could float like that forever and never care about anything ever again.

However, even after all this time, Theron was still severely ADHD. 

Slinging the body into a fireman's carry, Theron Vapor-Travelled to the nearest Outpost, which just so happened to be Stradus M3RB.

Most Outposts were small. Stradus, however, was one of the major Outposts and had many guards and workers. Theron walked into through the entrance, Altair's body still flung over his shoulder, and continued over to the receptionist desk.

The reception was caught up in a lot of paperwork, a huge stack was piled up next to her. Seeing the shadow of the assassin, the receptionist looked up and gasped.

She honestly looked like a fish, her mouth was opening and closing repeatedly and it looked like she was trying to swallow a mouse.

"So...are you just going to stare at me?" asked an impatient Theron.

This brought the receptionist out of shock, "Uh, y-yes s-sir."

Suddenly, a door burst open and ten people walked in. Ten of them had cloaks on so there faces were covered, the tenth, however, was standing cloak-less glaring at Theron.

Chaos.

"Oh," said Theron, calmly, "Hey, Chaos. Glad you could join me. I didn't want to fill out all this paperwork on Altair's death alone. I see you brought some friends this time."

Theron studied the hooded figures who accompanied Chaos.

Chaos, who was still glaring at Theron, spoke up, "Theron, we have come to take you to the Chaos Palace. You will either come willingly or forcefully, either is fine."

"Oh, sorry Chaos. That may be a problem, you see, I'm a little busy at the moment, but I'll talk to you as soon as I can." Theron said while propping up the dead rebel's body on the wall.

The receptionist came back with a folder full of papers, seeing Chaos she froze again.

Theron walked up to her and plucked the folder from her hands before taking a seat and pulling out a pen.

The hooded figures looked at one another with unease, was this really the assassin everyone feared?

Chaos sighed, "Theron, you can complete the paperwork inside the Palace."

"I could, couldn't I? Or I could complete it at my base where I won't be disturbed..."

Suddenly, the cloaked figures surged forwards and surrounded Theron in a circle.

The assassin smirked and started fading away into a cloud of mist. The key word here is trying.

One of the cloaked people pulled out a blowdart and quickly shot it at the assassin, solidifying his form.

Theron turned to the person who shot the dart.

"What did you do?" he growled.

"Oh nothing, I just temporarily disabled your powers. You'll get them back tomorrow... I think." she responded, smirking.

The assassin growled before twisting a ring on his finger, a pure black sword appeared in one hand, a matching dagger in the other.

The hooded figures pulled out weapons of there own; three held swords, three daggers, and three bows. 

Theron rushed a guy with a Silver and Gold sword. The assassin charged the guy with amazing speed that would rival Hermes. The cloaked figure managed to hold his sword in front of him just in time. Theron struck, again and again, each time stronger than the last. The other hooded people were also trying to land hits on him, the archers were trying to shoot at his legs and arms, trying to slow him down. Meanwhile, the figures with hand-held weapons charged, attacking in groups no bigger than three.

Theron held his Galactic Obsidian weapons, his sword, Vortex in his right hand, using it for offensive moves. In his left hand, Theron held his dagger, Serene, using it for defensive purposes.

Even though Theron was outnumbered, he was destroying the cloaked people. He was ducking under volleys of arrows and sliding under sword swings. These guys were getting absolutely destroyed by one man.

Theron just blocked off another attack by a cloaked figure and grabbed the person's cloak, pulling them into a headlock. With Vortex at his throat and Serene at his back, he had no choice except for dropping his weapon and stopping the fight.

Theron was backed up against the wall, holding the guy who was obviously their leader, in a headlock.

"Now," Theron said, smirking, "You're going to do what I say if you want your little friend here to live, okay?"

The others nodded their heads, some more reluctant than others.

Theron grinned, of course, they couldn't see that under his cloak.

"Excellent! Now, you're going to let me leave."

He looked individually at each figure, daring them to disagree. None of them did, of course, but Theron's assassin instincts were going off like crazy. Something was not right. He looked at the figures again and noticed that there were only eight instead of the nine that were originally there.

He quickly grabbed his hostage and attempted to run, but it was too late.

A person flew down and hit the assassin's head with the blunt end of his dagger. 

Theron looked at his attacker before collapsing. All he could do was think of one word to describe his attacker's silent skills.  

Dam.

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Words: 1181

Completed: June 2nd, 2019