House of Heroes: The Child of Death
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The field trip to the brooklyn museum was a bore. I mainly stayed back and tried listening to music, but with my luck I got stuck next to the eager freshmen. Literally, this kid wasn't even a cool looking one. He had on old people's clothes. A old windbreaker, a button up green shirt, a pair of khaki slacks and dress shoes from the nineteen ninties. It was disgusting.
Not to mention he had on hipster glassess and the most precious haircur a mother could give. Rolling my eyes, I glanced back at the front, where Mr Dynimo, was giving a lecture about "The strongest man alive". And I wasn't talking about Chuck Norris.
Pulling out my earphones, I decided to move closer. In the front was this weird kid. What was his name again? Max? He had jet black hair cut back superman style, bright blue eyes almost like lightning bolts and was always known for his good jumpshot, and cross over. Max wore a pair of western AE jeans, a plain orange tee with a star on it and some fresh kicks.
Turning his gaze at me, he wondered. Max was surely intuative. But the other thing about him that was weird, was all the strange anomolies that happened when you were around the kid. Even being in the same room with the kid struck up tension.
Focusing my attention back at the teacher, I realized he had moved onto a history lesson on some dude named Porphyrion. Aparrently, according to Mr Dynimo, Porphyrion was the one Gaint that rivaled Zeus, the king of the Greek Gods. He even said that if it wasn't for Hercules.
Ugh vay, going back to Hercules . . . we get it already! I thought. How many times is this guy going to speak about Hercules. He wasn't the first demigod.
When Mr Dynimo finished his lectures, we finally decided to have lunch. Pulling out three bags of chips and a bottle of Powerade, I sat down at the highest steps of the museum. Taking a bite on the chips, I gazed across the open street traffic. I never noticed how dead the area was. Not many people were out, and aside from the ones that were not many drove past the Museum on the last few weeks of school.
After lunch I caught Max gazing at me. He was definitely interested in me. It was weird, Max rarely cared about others muchless a kid like me. I was an orphan, didn't have any friends, thanks to my weird powers and if that wasn't enough I didn't know either of my parents before they died. . .
With a faltter, Max walked into the museum.
When I got inside, a gaint stood before me. He had harsh gray hair, sparkly eyes and pale skin like snow. The man looked familer. I had seem something like this before. I didn't know where but I knew It was true.
With a thick smile, the man approached me. "Finnally a challenge." He said. His thick accent was ancient, from the sound it seemed Greek. "I've been waiting for a child like you to appear. A child of the eldest. The spawns of unimaginable power. I had hoped you'd know who you were, but somethings aren't always perfect."
Confused I stared at him. "Dude, I'm not in the mood, come on out. I know you're here Max!" I called suspecting Max to pop out like Ashton Kucher does on his tv show. Sadly, nothing happened. Tentively, I gazed around realizing everything was covered in ice.
"I believe you're not familiar with this world." The man smiled. "I am your doom. I am Icaris, the frost of the storm. A stormspirit. Nice to meet you, half-blood." With a quick strick, the man swiftly punched me directly on the jaw. Flying across the halls, I landed on the floor backfirst. Rising up, I noticed Max beside me.
"I knew you were different." He said. "You're a demigod. You have that look to it." Max finished.
Icaris smiled. "Not just that, he reaks of the smell. He's probably been around another like himself before. But he smells tainted in a good way."
Raising up to my feet, I smiled. "I'm sorry if I stink, but you can't get good soap at an orphanage nowadays. Icaris is it?" I mocked. "My name is Xero, so if you're trying to freeze me to death, it won't work. I'm the absolute zero." With a smile, I charged at the giant knowing that I was going to get a beating.
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The field trip to the brooklyn museum was a bore. I mainly stayed back and tried listening to music, but with my luck I got stuck next to the eager freshmen. Literally, this kid wasn't even a cool looking one. He had on old people's clothes. A old windbreaker, a button up green shirt, a pair of khaki slacks and dress shoes from the nineteen ninties. It was disgusting.
Not to mention he had on hipster glassess and the most precious haircur a mother could give. Rolling my eyes, I glanced back at the front, where Mr Dynimo, was giving a lecture about "The strongest man alive". And I wasn't talking about Chuck Norris.
Pulling out my earphones, I decided to move closer. In the front was this weird kid. What was his name again? Max? He had jet black hair cut back superman style, bright blue eyes almost like lightning bolts and was always known for his good jumpshot, and cross over. Max wore a pair of western AE jeans, a plain orange tee with a star on it and some fresh kicks.
Turning his gaze at me, he wondered. Max was surely intuative. But the other thing about him that was weird, was all the strange anomolies that happened when you were around the kid. Even being in the same room with the kid struck up tension.
Focusing my attention back at the teacher, I realized he had moved onto a history lesson on some dude named Porphyrion. Aparrently, according to Mr Dynimo, Porphyrion was the one Gaint that rivaled Zeus, the king of the Greek Gods. He even said that if it wasn't for Hercules.
Ugh vay, going back to Hercules . . . we get it already! I thought. How many times is this guy going to speak about Hercules. He wasn't the first demigod.
When Mr Dynimo finished his lectures, we finally decided to have lunch. Pulling out three bags of chips and a bottle of Powerade, I sat down at the highest steps of the museum. Taking a bite on the chips, I gazed across the open street traffic. I never noticed how dead the area was. Not many people were out, and aside from the ones that were not many drove past the Museum on the last few weeks of school.
After lunch I caught Max gazing at me. He was definitely interested in me. It was weird, Max rarely cared about others muchless a kid like me. I was an orphan, didn't have any friends, thanks to my weird powers and if that wasn't enough I didn't know either of my parents before they died. . .
With a faltter, Max walked into the museum.
When I got inside, a gaint stood before me. He had harsh gray hair, sparkly eyes and pale skin like snow. The man looked familer. I had seem something like this before. I didn't know where but I knew It was true.
With a thick smile, the man approached me. "Finnally a challenge." He said. His thick accent was ancient, from the sound it seemed Greek. "I've been waiting for a child like you to appear. A child of the eldest. The spawns of unimaginable power. I had hoped you'd know who you were, but somethings aren't always perfect."
Confused I stared at him. "Dude, I'm not in the mood, come on out. I know you're here Max!" I called suspecting Max to pop out like Ashton Kucher does on his tv show. Sadly, nothing happened. Tentively, I gazed around realizing everything was covered in ice.
"I believe you're not familiar with this world." The man smiled. "I am your doom. I am Icaris, the frost of the storm. A stormspirit. Nice to meet you, half-blood." With a quick strick, the man swiftly punched me directly on the jaw. Flying across the halls, I landed on the floor backfirst. Rising up, I noticed Max beside me.
"I knew you were different." He said. "You're a demigod. You have that look to it." Max finished.
Icaris smiled. "Not just that, he reaks of the smell. He's probably been around another like himself before. But he smells tainted in a good way."
Raising up to my feet, I smiled. "I'm sorry if I stink, but you can't get good soap at an orphanage nowadays. Icaris is it?" I mocked. "My name is Xero, so if you're trying to freeze me to death, it won't work. I'm the absolute zero." With a smile, I charged at the giant knowing that I was going to get a beating.
Notes
Xero, a half blood of the eldest gods.Max and Xero know of each other, but aren't friends yet.
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2/11/14