Chaper VII Lemme Finish My Burger, Then We Can Fight

Percy sat in a small restaurant in Vegas, sipping on his lemonade peacefully while munching on some fries. We swung his legs lightly while patiently waiting for his dinner partner to arrive. He played with the food on his plate. All that was left of the burger that had been there was a mutated tomato. He hated tomatoes.

He didn't have to wait long. Ares arrived, stomping off his motorcycle and swaggerishly taking off his sunglasses as he walked into the building. Upon spotting Percy, he froze. Percy gave him a cheery smile and patted the table in signal.

He knew Ares would be here eventually. He had realized it was one of the God's more favored hangout places, and knew that if he just waiting and meandered until the God arrived, it would be worth it.

Percy smiled a feral smile as the God sat in front of him with a loud, angry huff. "What do you want, Jackson?" Ares growled. Percy could feel the angry vibes coming off him in waves. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, a couple arguing heatedly, and in the back it seemed like a fight was going to break out. He felt the waves of negative emotion tempting him, persuading him to get angry, to become irrational and brash. Percy smiled and brushed them off. They only worked on the ones who had a sense of stability in their lives.

"Nice to see you again too. How have you been? Aphrodite been treating you well?" Percy chatted, smile never leaving his face as he munched on a fry.

Ares glowered. "You got some nerve, punk."

"I have lots of nerves. They give me reflexes by connecting to my spinal cord. They are also in my gums, and they help me feel sensations. So yes, I have nerves. Thank you for noticing." Percy said with a small smirk, and Ares growled.

"Why, I oughta-"

"Go ahead. Try. I'd love to see the attempt." Percy challenged, raising an eyebrow, only serving to piss Ares off further

"Kid, I could squish you like a bug with the snap of my fingers. You'd do better than to piss me off-"

"Then why don't you do it? You obviously have a large amount of disdain for me."

"I'm not doing it because I don't want to be banned from my favorite restaurant. I happen to like this form, thank you very much." Ares snapped. Percy smiled.

"Then why don't we go somewhere else?"

Ares snorted. "As much as I'd like to kick your ass to into the ground, I don't feel like leaving, and I'd like to see you try to get me to leave."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Since when have the Gods become lazy?" He murmured to himself. Sighing as though a great weight was on his shoulders, Percy snapped his fingers.

They re-materialized amidst a clearing in a very green forest. Ares fell back, shouting in utter surprise while Percy managed to catch himself-just barely. He was still getting used to that thing he had accidentally discovered he could do. That had been fun.

"Alright, we're here. Care to, what did you say? 'Kick my ass into the ground'? You have no chance of being kicked out of your favorite dining area now. Please, help yourself." Percy goated, spreading his arms out.

Ares stared at him in horror for a second, before slowly getting to his legs. "What are you, Jackson?"

"Not sure. Still figuring that out. But it's fun." Shrugging, Percy plopped down onto the ground. "You have a free shot. Do you plan to take it?" Percy inquired. "I don't have all day, you know. If I'm going to be obliterated, I'd like to have it done quickly, you know? Busy busy busy." Laughing, Percy smiled, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

Ares stared down at Percy. A small, sinister grin came to his face. He cackled. "Wow. You actually want to die. Didn't expect that. Was the death of your lover too much on you?" Ares mocked, and Percy's laughing grin vanished.

"Oh, so now you're angry. Glad I was able to wipe that annoying smirk off your annoying face." A spear materialized in Ares hand.

"No."

Ares faltered. "No? No what, Jackson? Change your mind? I'm not sorry to say it's too late for that."
"No, Luke wasn't my lover. He was my best friend."

"Same thing. Everyone knew you were gay for each other. I'm just glad I was able to wipe one more homo off the earth. Good riddance."

Ares cackled, and Percy was on his feet in a flash. "Do you really think that's the best thing to say to me?"

"Not like it matters. You're just a puny...whatever-it-is you are. Doesn't matter. You're going to be dead either way." Ares shrugged. He smiled, and lifted the spear. "Ready to die? No? Good." Laughing, Ares chucked the spear at Percy.

"How about no?"

Ares laughing was abruptly cut off as his spear stopped mid air. It was now floating lightly, drifting and swaying. The spear turned itself around slowly, coming around to point at Ares directly. Ares backed up. The spear hurtled towards him, and the God flinched, but the spear vanished a millimeter before hitting him.

Percy smiled. "I don't have much care for the gory side of things." He commented lightly, before Ares felt a stabbing pain in his head. "I like the....mental approach, better. I find it more accurate."

Ares screamed in agonizing pain as his brain seared, feeling as though it was melting within his skull. Every bad memory, every bad thought, bad experience, replayed in his head, torturing him. Things that hadn't even happened, things that he feared to experienced flashing in front of him. His hopes, his dreams, his idols and his best experiences played, and it was as though they were being thrown into a fiery inferno.

In fact, it felt as though his whole body was on fire. As though he was being roasted alive, charred to nothing more than a heated ember.

He screamed and screamed and screamed until his throat became raw. He had fallen to the ground some time ago without realizing, and now he could do nothing but wheeze in pain and writhe on the grassy floor.

Percy smiled, towering over the God. The spear re-materialized. Percy contemplated letting the God suffer for a few minutes longer, but if he waited too long his brain would melt too much, and then that would kill him, which was no fun. Percy was going through all the effort, he should be the one to kill the God while he was paralyzed in torture at Percy's hand.

Percy raised his weapon-laden hand. Poising it over the Gods head, Percy cackled. He drove the spear into Ares head with an insane smile on his face. Tremors shook the body for several seconds, before it slowly grew still.

Percy didn't stay around to watch it slowly disintegrate as golden ichor spilled out of the head wound. Instead, he left with a snap of his fingers, his cackles and the sounds of Ares' screams still reverberating throughout the forest.

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