Olympian's Blood 1x1

Maroe peered into the doors, noting the lockers along with the benches, as her nose curled at the smell almost instantly. "Ew. I think this is some sort of locker room instead. 60 year locker room funk just smells gross." Glancing back to Aron, she waved the girl over. "Hey bring me the flash light willya?"
 
Aron giggles, and plunges her hand into her pocket, taking out a flashlight the size and shape of a pen. She pointed it into the room, and flicked it on, and the light flooded into the room. There was a single figure it the room, at the opposite side of the room, slumped against a bench.

He was pale, and a puddle of dark red liquid beneath him. His wrists were sliced, a beautiful razor glinted from the boy's hand, in the other, a crumpled piece of paper. contrasting against the grotesque scene. His body was dry and sunken, his abdomen sunken in and his skin sagged. His head was slumped over, staring at the ground in a timeless competition, and Aron turned pale, tears rising to her eyes. She clicked the flashlight off.
 
Maroe almost jumped when she saw the figure sitting near the end of the locker room, slumped against the bench. Her hand automatically went to her sword, until she saw the state of it. A boy with ash-paper skin, petrified mops of hair, coated in dust and a pool of long dried blood soaked beneath him. The razor blade clutched in his mummified fingers spoke of suicide which struck her as grisly, and yet strange. If Theo had suppoesdly killed everyone, who had been left to commit suicide? They could have been out on a mission like alias-of-the-year-girl but they had obviously not been immortal like her.

The light clicked off and Maroe looked to Aron, who had tears glinting in her eyes. It was only a corpse, and Maroe should have been more disturbed by it, yet she wasn't. The boy wasn't the first she had ever seen.

"Stay here and keep watch," Maroe said, with a half baked smile of encouragement, "I'm going in to take a look and put him to rest." Even if it wasn't any major find, she had the ability to grant the poor kid some peace.

She took the flash light from Aron with a gentle hand, and pushed her scarf up to her nose to block out the smell before clicking on the light again. The scene still made her slightly nauseous, but this needed to be done. Her boots left distinct foot prints in the dust layering the tile floor as she walked over ane knelt next to the mummy. "Lets see what you can tell us before I let you go. Hope you don't mind. I'm pretty sure no one got the chance to read this." Holding her breath, she carefully reached out and tugged at the stiffened note in the boy's hand only to have give grip a little too tight. The smell of stale death wafted up and she grimaced under her scarf. With a tug, the note came free along with a few of the fingers. The digits crumpled to the floor and Maroe winced again as she opened up the blood spackled and time yellowed note. "Ooh, sorry."
 
Aron hiccuped, holding back tears, as she looked at Maroe with widened eyes, her small figure trembling in the darkness. Her flashlight nearly fell out of her hand when Maroe took it away, and flashed it upon the remains of the boy. Aron turned away, sighing, blinking the tears away. She turned back to the body, stepping closer, but never nearer than Maroe was to the body. Her expression was hard to see in the dim light, but her eyes were still wide, and her body was stiff and still. She nodded at Maroe's words, and gazed at the man, and the note he had, flinching when a few pieces of him dropped to the floor.

Not much time. Something happened. We're all going to die. The gods are to blame.

-Joseph Arnold

The note read.
 
She read the note aloud and frowned. This kid couldn't have been a little more descriptive? He had time to find a razor blade but not enough to make a decent note with his last words in the world? Still, it was better than nothing. Whatever happened was sudden, and terrifying enough that even a demi-god couldn't hope to combat it. It also told her one more thing. This was not Theo's doing. At least not directly. The gods are to blame.

"Well, it's a start," Maroe sighed as she carefully folded the note and stowed it in her breast pocket. Glancing to Aron, she nodded to the girl. "Let's give him a burial of sorts. Don't worry, you won't have to touch him. The human body is mostly made of water and a few other things... ..carbon... nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. Things like that. Most of the water is gone here." It didn't strike her how creepy she sounded until she thought about what she said. "Um...but those are all good things."

Maroe took a deep breath and let her 6th sense reach out to the corpse, stale as it was, and let him slowly disintegrate as she separated the different components. The clothes left behind sank slowly and the razor blade clattered to the floor with nothing left holding it up. "Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. Rest in peace now, Joseph Arnold, and thanks."
 
Aron watched the corpse dissolve before her eyes, blinking her tears away as he turned into... dust, the rapidly expanding gases whipping the dust around... Aron gazed at Maroe, narrowing her eyes.

"I... I think we should keep moving." Aron mentioned, nodding her head in the direction to the next room, walking towards it... She was as stiff as a board, and her face was too hard to see in the dark room, dust billowing around the locker room, slowly settling back down after she had broken the man down to his bare elements.
 
When Mr. Arnold had dissolved to a peaceful nothing, Maroe let his particles rest in peace and glanced to Aron who was still very much shaken. She didn't blame the girl in the slightest. It was always disturbing to see things like that, but when you had seen enough of it, the image wasn't so jarring. Maybe it was a bad thing Maroe didn't feel more than what she did? Those were questions for another time.

"Yeah, lets keep moving," she replied, following the frightened girl toward the next room. She felt like she should say something, but for once she wasn't quite sure what would help.
 
The pale, dark haired man was nothing but a memory now, a shadow left behind from the atrocity of the failed Camp Kennedy. This room seemed to be cluttered, with weapons. 'Weapons' in it's broadest term possible. It had things from what looked like cattle prods, to full blown M16 rifles. Aron's gaze fell upon a suit of Kevlar, which was on display next to a bronze cuirass. Bullets, arrows, bolts, and knives were scattered across tables, like a timeline of weapons throughout history. An M72 leans against a wall, beside a huge lance, and small vials, the size and shape of grenades.

The room as a whole looked messy and unorganized, but seemingly untouched by man and the elements for quite some time... There were blue flickering lights lining the ceiling, casting the room in a ghastly light. Aron approached a small pedestal, with a hammer on it, not too different than her own. The head was bigger, and more rectangular, with a much shorter handle, only long enough to be wielded by one hand. Aron reached out to grip its handle, but as she wrapped her fingers around the handle, and electricity arced onto her hand like a tiny lighting bolt, electricity pulsed through her body, and she jumped, nearly touching the ceiling.

"Yeowch!" She exclaimed, jumping back, rubbing her hand, her hair standing on end. "It shocked me!" She said, dropping her own hammer.
 
Maroe walked into the adjacent room, taking in all of the equipment inside. Most of it was an eclectic collection of more modern tech and old school weaponry, stowed haphazardly on the shelves or scattered on the floor. It obvious people had come into gear up for whatever happened, at least for the briefest of seconds. That had been the last time this place was used. Glancing up she noticed that there were lights lining the ceiling, casting everything in an eerie blue glow. "How is there light in here?" she whispered aloud. One of the m16's caught her attention, as she cautiously moved over to the rack where they laid caked is dust. "All of this fire power, and they still didn't stand a chance. What happened here?" This whole room should have felt more normal, but it gave her the creeps.

Reaching out, she raked her finger in the dust, leaving a clean trail against the cool metal of the gun. Another rack caught her eye, one with a few vials on it. "Hm, these don't like modernized or ancient weapons." With a gentle touch, she picked a vial, holding it to the pale light to see what was inside.

"Yeowch!"

The sudden yelp made Maroe jump, and the vial slipped from her hand. Out of instinct, her other hand reached for it, bouncing it back up before it hit the floor so she could snatch it from the air. With the vial under control, she shot Aron a look. " You nearly gave me a heart attack,"she sighed, holding her chest, "Maybe we should get out of here. We should probably go find Theo and Mystery Girl, then we can come back and show them. I would think would be familiar to someone."
 
Aron flexed her hand, picking her own hammer back up, and stuck her tongue out at the hammer.... Before Aron could respond, an eerie howl rung through their ears....
 
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Maroe started to stow the vial in her back pack when a strange, almost unearthly sound echoed through the place. She froze in place, listening for a moment as her eyes darted to Aron, then the door way and to the girl again. Something was coming. "C'mon, Aron we need to get out of here. Now." Striding toward the door, Maroe motioned for her to follow.
 
Aron nodded a short and certain one, turning towards the door to the scene much faster than she would expect someone to go encumbered by a sledge hammer bigger than said person's body. She zoomed past the locker room, and past the cafeteria, shoving the doors open. Light flooded the abandoned room, blinding the two of them. Aron was out the door, and it was snowing again, a gust of wind blowing crystals of ice in.

"Theo!!" Aron shouted, running outside, where snarling monsters could be heard...
 
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The girl shot off like a rocket in the direction they had come from without caution or even looking around a corner. How had this girl survived so long with subtetly whatsoever? Maroe grit her teeth and ran top speed after her, backpack bopping against her spine as she followed though the hall, the locker room and out of the cafeteria. Icy winds blistered against her cheeks as she came up on the coattails of Aron. She was already yelling at the top of her lungs for Theo, and Maroe winced, before clamping her hand over her mouth. "You'll only track more to us like that," she told her, "We know they were around the corner and in that basement." She let Aron go with an apologetic look and tugged her whip free from her belt. "C'mon lets check there first. Keep that hammer of yours ready to smash, yeah?"

Maroe gripped her metallic whip tightly and ran toward the ruins where Jaina and Theo had last been seen.
 
Aron looked annoyed. "We need to get back to Theo!" She complained, starting over, before she saw the beasts, black as night. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she stared down the wolves, baring fangs as white as snow, and claws as sharp as razors... She knitted her brows, and she clutched her hammer tighter, lifting the head from the ground. Theo was at the far side of a giant crowd of the beasts, numbering in the dozens... He held off the beasts, making eye contact with Maroe and Aron. He tried to make his way to the two...

The beasts seemed intent on crowding the hole, staying back defensively, allowing Theo to circle around and get back to Maroe, Aron thought twice about advancing, and never attacked, especially when they saw a vaguely human figure rise out of the beasts, coming out of the ruins...
 
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Maroe winced as Aron shouted again. For whatever Mr. S was supposedly teaching his kids, stealth wasn't in the program it seemed. Lucky, they didn't have to go digging through a basement to find Theo....and unluckily...he was standing in the other side of a group of monsters with long everything. Long fur...teeth...claws...

What were they? She hadn't come across monsters like these, but by the looks, they could have been wolves. Werewolves? They weren't attacking Theo yet, for some reason, as he circled around to them. But their glowing eyes followed. Maroe held her silver whip at the ready as he heart pounded in her ears. Adrenaline flowed from the run and her green eyes caught on his. "Are you okay? Where's Jaina?"

No sooner did she ask, than a silhouette emerged from the ruins, rising up with the lycans. Maroe took a defensive stance next to Theo, staggering herself in front of Aron. "Who are you?!" She called over the wolves.
 
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Theo approached Maroe, his feet crunching in the pale snow. He seemed to be shaken, his eyes wide, and his body shaking from the cold, and from adrenaline.

"I'm fine. Jaina's gone," Theo sputtered out, leaving Aron confused, and Theo breathing heavily, his eyes trained on the crowd of werewolves, which seemed to part for the figure that was approaching them. Aron's hammer just peeked into Maroe's peripheral, peeping out from behind her... and the figure emerged.

He was tall and broad, and looked like he was in his mid 30's. His face was angular and narrow, with animistic golden eyes. He had shaggy hair, the color of a wolf's mane, which blended into the pelt of a wolf, which was draped over his shoulders. He wore a long, faded trench coat under it, buttoned up, and wrapped loosely around his body.

"That's none of your concern," He said, in a sinister voice. "So you're the famous Maroe and Theo who have upset so many people...?" He asked, scratching a soul patch under his lips.
 
Maroe flicked out her silver whip from her belt, holding it at the ready. Jaina was gone and she had a hairy Matrix wanna-be standing in front of her smarming about 'none of her concern'. It was beyond irritating at this point. "It damn well is my concern, especially if you know our names," she replied smartly, "So...you are?"
 
"My name is Lycaon. Now, I want you to turn back, and leave this place." He said boldly, his group of werewolves, snarling at them, their piercing eyes, and gnarled snouts weren't very appealing to look at. Aron grit her teeth, and Theo narrowed his eyes, focused on Lycaon.

"No," Theo interjected, glaring at Lycaon. "We're here for information. Not to be turned away by some minor god." He said, making him look rather annoyed. He flicked his wrist, black claws extending from his fingertips. Aron tilted her head.

"I thought it was cats who had retractable claws?" She wondered, making the god roll his eyes, as he lunged for Theo, swiping at Theo with his claws, getting parried away by his blade. The beasts howled, and surged upon the three of them like a wave of darkness.
 
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