Resurrected

Ethan's POV

Kronos wasn’t exactly a solid figure. Nor was he a spirit I could see. Hades, if you think about it technically, he wasn’t even there, in the sense of having a form. But his power, his primordial power, was all around me. That’s when he started to attack.

At first, I couldn’t see it, but after he had ripped through me four times, I started to focus on it. When he attacked, a black mist, like a cloud of flies, would slightly form, indicating where he was attacking me from.

But it was no use, seeing I couldn’t defend myself. Every time he ripped through me, it felt like one of my organs was being cut in half. First my guts, then my heart, then my brain. Everything was paralyzed. I tried to raise my sword, but I couldn’t control anything. That’s when the pain kicked in.

Imagine being stabbed by a sword hotter than the core of the earth on one side of your body, then being stabbed by a sword at absolute zero (look it up, it’s a really cold temperature) on the other side of your body. Now amplify, somehow, that pain by about a hundred. That’s how bad the pain was. And it just kept coming.

So, yeah. I proceeded to get beat up by the embodiment of Time's powers itself. Afterwards, I had thought that I had sweat through my entire shirt, but then I realized that it wasn’t exactly sweat. As I was lying on the ground, anticipating for the coughs to come back, I realized that my white hospital shirt had been tinged completely red with my own blood. I wasn’t coughing because there was literally no blood in my lungs to cough out. I felt underneath the sickly squishy remains of my shirt to feel a series of deep gashes running up and down my chest. I must have looked like the Wolverine had attacked me.

But all of that wasn’t going to matter very soon. I was losing massive amounts of blood, and I knew I would black out or bleed out within a couple minutes. I knew that I had lost a lot of blood when I started seeing things. That’s right, seeing things. And what I saw didn’t make me happy.
Luke Castellan, in his old armor from the Battle of Manhattan, was walking up to me, his eyes more golden than I had ever seen them.

“Ethan Nakamura,” he said like he was greeting a long-lost friend, “how goes life, my friend?”

“Not—very—well,” I coughed, the blood coming from my lungs now. But this time, it wasn’t full of mucus.

Great, I thought, Right as I’m about to die, my cough heals!

“Well,” he said, Kronos’ raspy voice echoing through the woods, “good news. It’s about to get worse!”

“I don’t—see how it—can,” I coughed out again.

“Well,” Kronos explained, “first off, I’ll start by actually healing you.”

He thrust his hand out like he was using the Force, and a fiery pain shot through every vein and artery in my body. My blood boiled and froze at the same time, my heart raced and slowed to a flatline, and I think I had a mini-stroke, but when Kronos stopped holding his hand out, I felt better than I had in weeks.

“Thanks,” I told him, feeling my newly repaired skin. Even my shirt had somehow been washed and pressed back to its old white color.

“No problem,” he said, a tinge of Luke’s voice coming back, “because now I’ll make your life worse than it ever has been. I will poison you with all of the anger, hatred and contempt I have ever held for anyone in the retched Camp, making it impossible for you to resist using your…powers.”

“No!” I said, my voice small from fear, “Please!”

But then he thrust out his hand again, and a black cloud of dust shot at my chest. It hit me like a freight train, knocking me back into a pine tree so hard I saw stars. Then, when I looked down at my chest, I saw a black spot, festering and oozing like a pus-filled wound, growing on my skin.

I screamed in fear, and tried to rip it off my body, but it just stayed there, injecting its poison into my body. Even in mortal fear I could feel Kronos’ distilled anger flowing through my veins and blackening everything inside my soul. I was doomed.

No you are not doomed! A woman shouted in my mind. A woman I all too well recognized.

Nemesis? I thought, and the woman replied,

Of course it’s me! Now fight! Fight the anger! Think of all the good in this world, Ethan! For your own soul’s sake THINK!

So I did. I knew that I only had time to think of one singular thing to hold onto, to remind myself of when the anger would eventually take over my body. It was simple really. I thought of a girl. One girl in particular. Then, I passed out.

Notes

So, Ethan has a Black Spot. *screams* *shakes himself violently while reciting the anti-Black Spot chant* (I love Pirates).

Enjoy,
Grafon