Tales of the Demititans

The rain poured down, just like any other day. A cloudy Seattle day, no rays of light peaking through the clouds. The streets were empty, void of any signs of life. Except for one man, running through the rain, a large needle sticking from his shoulder and multiple cuts running along his limbs. His name was David. David Banner. People called him Dave.And he was dying.
What was usually a busy street was now a ghost town. He wasn't sure why, but the mortals all seemed to know to stay away from here.
The death of a demititan was no easy thing.
He panted heavily, his breath crystallizing in the air. Though he hadn't seen it for almost a half hour now, he knew the chimera was still following him. There was only one place left to go, the only open area available. He looked up, spotting the CenturyLink stadium in the distance. Just one more turn and he'd be there.

Unbeknownst to him, a woman sat at a nearby cafe, watching the young man run down 1st avenue. The corners of her mouth slowly poked downwards, the sadness overcoming her. Despite the heavy rain, she was untouched, her long black hair braided perfectly behind her back, ending at her waist. She stood slowly, dressed in a silver dress. Nothing extravagant. V neck opening, long sleeves that ended at her wrist, the train trailing behind her. She closed her eyes before placing three fingers to her chest, pushing outward in a ward against evil, before disappearing in a cloud of silver.

Dave's breathing had become ragged, but he kept running. Survival, that's all that mattered to him. He was going to go home. He was going to see his daughter again. He wasn't going to die. Not today.
He turned left down the street, the entrance to CenturyLink Stadium open for him. Welcoming. Almost warm in the cold rain. He rain for the main entrance, taking shelter in the halls. Just as the streets were, the stadium was empty. Concession stands closed, lights off, an eerie quiet settling over the building. Dave looked around, ignoring the pain in his arms and legs, begging him to collapse, to surrender. Through the blood in his eyes, he spotted the hall leading to the field, making his way through. If all his years had taught him anything, he knew to get into an open area and hold it, to avoid any ambush, any sneak attack.
His final stand.
He shook his head harshly as he limped down the halls, banishing the thought. The hall opened up, putting him to the field. He limped outwards, the pain beginning to set in now that his adrenaline was gone. The stadium was covered so no rain could get in, but he could still hear the hard hail of water beating down on the cover, threatening to break through and flood the stadium. In the center, a bench sat solemnly, offering a place for him to sit, to rest. Despite his instincts, he brought himself forward, sitting down with a wince. He looked down at his hands, his arms and fingers covered with his own blood. They were so red, he wasn't entirely sure where the difference was between cut flesh and blood stained skin.
He struggled. Of coarse he did. What man wouldn't? The feeling of despair began to catch up to him, tears pricking his eyes. He grit his teeth to hold beck, wiping his hands on his pant legs. Without warning, the speaker system crackled to life, Dave's hands covering his ears as a soft guitar rift began to play. He looked to the sound booth, but no one stood inside. Not a soul. A mans voice began to sing, echoing Dave's sadness through his lyrics
'I hurt myself today. To see if I still feel. I focus on the pain. The only thing that's real.'
"...you're kidding...you're kidding!" Dave jumped up, floating upwards about 20 feet in the air, shouting to the sky. "IS THIS SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE?! YOU'RE HILARIOUS ZUES, LAUGH IT UP, YOU GOT ME!"
Thunder gently rolled across the sky, the lyrics continuing
'The needle tears a hole. The old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away. But I remember everything.'
"DON'T EVEN TRY IT BUD!" He floated back down, holding out his hand and making himself a sword, swiping it at the air in retaliation. "YOU SENT THAT THING AFTER ME DIDN'T YOU?! CAN'T COME AND FINISH ME OFF YOURSELF?! WHAT ARE YOU, SOME SORT OF COWARD?!"
'What have I become. My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end.'
"THAT WASN'T MY FAULT!" He shouted, tears carving paths in the dirt on blood on his face. "THEY WEREN'T MY FAULT! I TRIED TO SAVE THEM! THEY WENT ON WITHOUT ME!" The memories of his family flashed through his mind. Isaac, Adam, Paris, Lilith, Kain, Kira, Alex, Eliza, Shane...Avalon. All of them, gone. "THEY DIED WITHOUT ME! I COULDN'T SAVE THEM, AND BELIEVE ME, I TRIED!"
'And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt.'
The Jumbotron turned on, showing his home. His old home. Camp Half-Blood.
'I wear this crown of thorns. Upon my liars chair. Full of broken thoughts. I cannot repair.'
"No...no, don't show me this!" He covered his ears, turning away, trying to tune it out. Though he couldn't see it, the memory was still there.
He flew so fast that day. Faster then he had ever flown. The iris message didn't say much, but it said enough. "Camps under attack. Get over here."
"THAT WASNT MY FAULT!" He turned to yell at the screen, stopping when he saw it. The monsters over powering the barrier, his family being outnumbered, his friends being torn apart. By the time he arrived, the only one left was Avalon. And after all she saw...she didn't want to hold on. All his begging, his pleading, his promises, she couldn't hold on. She had to go with them. With him.
The next image on screen was two graves. Hastily made. Simple stones to mark where they lie. Shane, and Avalon.
'Beneath the stains of time. The feelings disappear. You are someone else. I am still right here.'
Dave fell to his knees, curling in on himself, remembering the rage of that day. All the monsters he killed. In his bloodlust, the people he killed with them.
"Please...no more..."
'What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end.'
"I'm sorry...I tried to save them, I couldn't..."
'And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt.'
He chocked on his tears, wrapping his arms around himself. He laid on his side, listening to the music and the rain as the song began to finish.
'If I could start again. A million miles away. I would keep myself. I would find a way.'
The song ended, te screen turned off. The only sound in the stadium the echoing of the rain and the soft sobs of a broken man.
"Please...let me die already..." He begged the air, his sword clutched in his hands. His limbs began to turn numb, darkness dancing around the edge of his vision. He closed his eyes and sobbed softly.
When they opened again, he saw feet. Different pairs of feet standing around him, the only visible features the sandals they wore and the cloth of robes hanging around their ankles.
"I'm so scared..." Dave mumbled, the cold of the rain setting in. "I tried to live like a hero...why couldn't I die like one...?"
"You will, David Banner. More then once, despite your origin, you have helped us Olympians and our children," a mans voice spoke softly, reminding him of his fathers, "You will rest soon, David Banner." The source of the voices feet moved in front of him, a black robe surrounding its feet. "I swear to you, you will be given peace, as you and your family deserves."
Dave nodded once, barely processing what he said. Peace...that sounded nice. Maybe, a quick nap before he went

The Seattle police received a call days later. The custodians at the CenturyLink Stadium had found the body of a man, later identified as David Banner, CEO of Banner industries, laying in the football field, a coin between his teeth. No physical signs of wounds, but he was very much dead. The funeral was brief, the ceremony small. A younger woman, only about 17, was the only attendant besides the police. Aurora Banner, the mans daughter. Most everything was left to her. Except for one object, and a check. A knife with a signature in Greek etched into the hilt. And a check for 100,000 dollars. The blade was given to a baby girl, named Avalon, along with a note. The check to her parents. The note said only a few words, signed in David Banners handwriting
"I'm glad you got a second chance. Maybe we'll meet with mine.-Superman"

Notes

I know it's dumb but the song Hurt by Nine Inch Nails (cover by Johnny Cash) really inspired me. So, I thought it was about time that I...that I kill off David. Through all my years of roleplaying and the occasional writing, he's been my center point. Every character has been his name, his face, his personality, no matter the fandom, even my own original stuff. So, I thought I'd give him a proper send off for this fandom. All the stuff I put him through, it was time I lay him down to rest, for real this time. No coming back.
Pill miss him, but I'm glad I could give him peace in his final moments
His name was David. David Banner. I called him Dave. And as weird as it sounds
He was my friend