dirty paws {venus + percy} // blitz

jumping up and down the floor
my head is an animal
and once there was an animal
he had a son who mowed the lawn

I am met with disappointment when I find that there are no guns, not even bebe guns, available in the training center. Only an extensive, almost excessive, amount of blades.

Calypso taught me how to slit a man's throat before she taught me how to fire a gun, but nevertheless, I prefer bullets over blades.

I can still feel the gunpowder on my fingers, the bullet echoing in my ears, as I twirl a dagger into the air, catch in my hand, and thrust it at the target. Its tip sinks into what would be the dummy's skull.

Soon, I will not be a dummy I cut apart with a blade.

The thought hits me like a punch in the face.

Fear and I are not close friends- it is not a welcome guest when it creeps into every part of me. But it is not death I fear. It is the fact that I would not hesitate to kill someone if it meant I could live.

(And so the savior becomes the darkness.)

Hanging off to the side of the room is a man who seems twice my height from where I stand. I immediately recognize him with one glance at his face- Venus Azrael, the 72nd Gamemaker. And that is the moment he morphs from a man to a reaper.

But he doesn't scare me. He has sent children to their graves, built a kingdom for himself out of their bones, but he doesn't scare me.

I throw one more knife into the heart of the dummy and then scamper up the ex-Gamemaker with no intention, no drive except for wonder.

Unsure how to address Venus Azrael, I say with a small, uncertain voice, "Mr. Gamemaker sir?" I look up at him, having to lean my head all the way back to do so, with wide, curious eyes.

the son was an okay guy
they had a pet dragonfly
the dragonfly it ran away
but it came back with a story to say