All Heroes Fall
One water bottle. One granola bar. One more flashlight battery. One more day. All I needed to suffer through, was twenty-four more hours of hell. And then I'd be safe. I'd be home. And I'd be with Annabeth. I had gotten to the Doors of Death last night. All I needed to do was sit, wait, and not drink all my water. The life of a Demi-God sounds real exciting to mortals. Hell, sometimtes it is. But sometimes, it was just downright boring. Like, who would want to sit in Tartarus for a day twiddling their thumbs? Some might think it sounds dangerous, with all the monsters down there and all. But I'd only run into one. I was kind of hoping to run into another one at this point. I guess you could say that I had Cabin Fever.
I lay on my back staring up into the nothingness above me. Down the nearest tunnel I could hear the cries of the lost souls. Talk about creepy. Every few hours, the unbearable heat was turned up just a bit. As a gift from Hades. Sometimes I ran into other people down here who had wandered from the fields of Asphodel. They all had their own stories, but none of them could beat mine in the tragedy section. Except for this one guy. Winchester was his last name. At the moment his first name escaped mine. But he had two adult sons. They hunted things. Demons, ghosts, spirits, monsters, anything Supernatural. A demon had killed his wife when his children were little, and he had been hunting it for years. He finally tracked it down and almost had his son kill it. But he couldn't, so the demon escaped. His boys and him were leaving town, when they were hit by a big truck. It nearly killed his one son Dean. In fact, Dean was about to die. But he made a deal with the demon. He would trade his life for his son's. He would die and go to Hell, so that his son could live. I asked him how he had survived for so long.
"Skill, talent, and bribery." The man who I had now remembered was named John smiled. He told me of all the monsters and demons who were willing to trade mortal things for information. Like where to find food and water. Obviously I asked him, but he said it was on the other side of the Fields of Punishment. He had been there. He knew what it was like. How he escaped from it? He wouldn't tell me. But it was possible. He left after we finished talking. Apparently he was on a mission too. I told him about the Doors of Death, but he told me that no regular mortal could pass through it. Which would make sense. I was sad to see him go. I hadn't had a real conversation with anybody since Annabeth was here with me.
Something hit me. I didn't know what it was, but it jostled me out of my thoughts. I looked around, and saw nothing. Next to the rock I was sitting on, was a stick. What the hell is a stick doing down here? I thought. I looked around and again saw nothing. Wait, yes I did. Yellow eyes peirced through me out of the darkness. Hissing filled my ears and startled me. The large snake figures evolved out of the shadows. Coming closer, and closer. Basiliks. Great timing. Right when I wanted a fight. They sprung at me. And I attacked.
Fire flew by my face as I sputtered back in surprise. I had forgotten just how dangerous these things were. As one snake of the three came at me, I slashed it's head off. The second coiled up ready to spring, but I would let it get that far. I slit the second snake open and flung it across the room. The third snake. That's all I needed to take care of. Adreneline pulsed through my veins as I prepared for my fight. The snake hissed and bore its fangs to me. It charged and I ran to meet it halfway. As it's fangs prepared to cut into my stomache, I shoved my sword down it's throat, instantly halving it.
Breathing hard from my fight I threw the snake parts into the little steam hole by the back wall. I leaned against my rock. This was going to be a long twenty-four hours.
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