PLOT DROP 2#: THE UNEXPECTED.
“Female, late teens. Human. . .” The examination of the deceased human who had made a scene at the citadel’s entrance was under wraps, conducted by a selected group of Athena’s group.
There had been whispers here and there as information was spread around the citadel’s hallways like wildfire, paving a pathway for gossip and unsightly rumours.
The lone individual who came stumbling into the citadel’s entrance and was shot down by Fleur Emerson a few days prior wasn’t an innocent but a member of the Spes Corporation—when given a clear look of her uniform.
She had family but they were high ranking officials in Arcadia Cove’s government and workers at the Spes Corporation; and obvious to the demigods of the citadel, they weren't a friendly face nor an innocent.
An obvious clear threat and a red herring for the rest of them.
And it was further speculated either the government had found out about their location which was impossible—as the citadel was fully hidden from their greedy gazes and unsightly hands; which meant they had to get moving and set up camp elsewhere for their own safety or a much more dreadful conclusion to be thought of.
Someone on the citadel's inside, one of their ( own ) fellow demigods had been leaking information to the humans about their whereabouts, purposefully to incite chaos and mayhem throughout the entire citadel.
Or to bring the entire place down so the humans can swoop in and capture all them and bring terror to their doorstep.
That’s when an interrogation session was to be thoroughly conducted, in order to round out possible suspects and leads and find out the possible culprit behind such a traitorous and cowardly act that led to the citadel's occupants terrified and possibly deprived of sleep.
The interrogating of the whole Elysium Citadel teenage population would take weeks—though thinning out the herd to get the ideal individuals who they believed to more ( likely ) to go out of their way and intentionally lead a human to their safe haven.
It was going to take dedication and effort, and the right man was found for the job.
Jakob Hanson was put in charge as the head of the interrogation scene, known for his subtle approaches on eliciting out information but also for his ruthless nature that sprung up on occasion.
Majority of the demigods were afraid of Jakob and would spill about where they were the day the unannounced human arrived at the citadel’s entrance.
Even the infamous Isaac Winters wasn’t let off, the previous leader of the citadel from the previous month of June. But he’d get away with a flick of a wrist, smooth talking his way out of the interrogation and leaving a very bitter Jakob banging bruised fists against the wall in utter frustration, new scars blooming.
Suspicious behaviours from Julio Esparza and Brinley Jones kept them behind for further questioning, majority of Hestia’s, Apollo’s and Aphrodite’s spawn were also kept behind, to questioned on hours on end—as from a certain Hanson’s point of view—they weren’t as innocent as they appeared to be.
Innocence could be the best front to hide behind, to keep your true motives hidden from the world and go about your plans quietly.
But he was wrong on some assumptions, though the three clusters were kept in their dorms after the interrogation under a very strict curfew, the dissatisfied whispers of unison from Hestia, Apollo and Aphrodite’s spawns apparent as Jakob visited them on a hourly routine.
And as each individual filed out of the makeshift interrogation room which was in actual fact the citadel meeting room, uncertainty hung throughout the air—thick in the atmosphere and doubt running throughout the minds of the demigod spawn.
Silence had fallen over the crowd as they all gathered in the cafeteria, waiting and ( waiting ) for the seats to fill, for the ruthless outsider to return and spill the details or oust someone.
But that never came into fruition, the deafening silence and the rapid beating of hearts filling their ears, fists clenched and chests tight.
It’d be a long while before he’d emerge and rear his head—to bellow out at random, distribute information and gesture for them to continue on their day as if nothing had happened.
How long would they have to wait?
In their case, it was a probable eternity—coupled in with countless possibilities that brought fear and unrest.
To their home, to their doorstep. A supposed safe haven they scrambled to defend at any given opportunity. The safe haven and home they’d give their lives for.
— — --
The rushing of footsteps on her tail had prompted the daughter of Zeus to drag herself from the bush she was nestled in for the past couple of hours, dragging her broken leg along.
It had been two years and six months since Willow Bellerose was held in underground captivity by the Spes Corporation, lackeys of the government—two years and six months and she was the last one to escape.
As she had delayed her escape plan time and time again to allow other helpless demigods to leave without fearing for their lives any longer.
To the safe haven that had been spreading throughout the facility’s corridors, spoken with pure bitterness by the guards and scientists over the passing months and weeks—and clearly, Willow acknowledged she needed to go there.
Over planning her escape, amidst the deafening silence within her little cell. The guards were pre-occupied for the evening, jeering at her on occasion.
Sometimes, there were moments where she wondered if she had escaped first—when her original plan was the only thing she brought up of—when she feigned ignorance and pretended she was the only one worth saving.
Perspective and change over the years since she was dragged in to the infamous demigod central cell block at ten years of age, now eighteen—mature, understanding.
Yet a hurricane was brewing the moment she sprinted for her life, out of the clutches of horrible individuals.
Free to find her way to where countless others had gone to find shelter, to blend in amongst others who were scarred, ridiculed and terrified—simply for who they were.
Because they were dangerous, because they were demigods. The coming of the storm—the feared, the enraged.
Shouting, screaming and dizziness seemed to spin her world around, the spray of bullets narrowly missing her body, lodged into the trunks of trees.
If Willow could run, she would’ve been there by now. Fuck the guards for breaking her leg like that.
Though, she was aware she’d give them a taste of their own medicine.
Lightning bellowed and crackled, streaking throughout the skies and struck the guards that were in pursuit, the smell of burnt flesh filled her nostrils.
Disgust, nausea seemed to bubble up within her veins but now wasn’t the time as she felt such things.
She needed to get ( there ); stat.
As the girl stumbled to the entrance of the citadel, dragging herself inside once figuring out to get in via simply slipping inside; knowing humans would be fried to death if they tried getting through a little barrier that walled and protected them from the world.
With short gasps of breath escaping from the depths of her lungs.
“H e l p . . .” That was all she could muster as lightning crackled behind her in the outside world and as the entrance promptly closed, body dropping to the floor and immediately, rushing toward her a few of the demigods lingering about nearby.
An interesting situation was about to unfold, with the mysterious girl and the human from a day earlier—the citadel would be shaken beyond belief.
But Willow Bellerose, daughter of Zeus was surely to temporarily distract the demigod occupants from those lurking in the shadows, and ready to begin check through their plans and welcome disarray with open arms and twisted smiles.
There had been whispers here and there as information was spread around the citadel’s hallways like wildfire, paving a pathway for gossip and unsightly rumours.
The lone individual who came stumbling into the citadel’s entrance and was shot down by Fleur Emerson a few days prior wasn’t an innocent but a member of the Spes Corporation—when given a clear look of her uniform.
She had family but they were high ranking officials in Arcadia Cove’s government and workers at the Spes Corporation; and obvious to the demigods of the citadel, they weren't a friendly face nor an innocent.
An obvious clear threat and a red herring for the rest of them.
And it was further speculated either the government had found out about their location which was impossible—as the citadel was fully hidden from their greedy gazes and unsightly hands; which meant they had to get moving and set up camp elsewhere for their own safety or a much more dreadful conclusion to be thought of.
Someone on the citadel's inside, one of their ( own ) fellow demigods had been leaking information to the humans about their whereabouts, purposefully to incite chaos and mayhem throughout the entire citadel.
Or to bring the entire place down so the humans can swoop in and capture all them and bring terror to their doorstep.
That’s when an interrogation session was to be thoroughly conducted, in order to round out possible suspects and leads and find out the possible culprit behind such a traitorous and cowardly act that led to the citadel's occupants terrified and possibly deprived of sleep.
The interrogating of the whole Elysium Citadel teenage population would take weeks—though thinning out the herd to get the ideal individuals who they believed to more ( likely ) to go out of their way and intentionally lead a human to their safe haven.
It was going to take dedication and effort, and the right man was found for the job.
Jakob Hanson was put in charge as the head of the interrogation scene, known for his subtle approaches on eliciting out information but also for his ruthless nature that sprung up on occasion.
Majority of the demigods were afraid of Jakob and would spill about where they were the day the unannounced human arrived at the citadel’s entrance.
Even the infamous Isaac Winters wasn’t let off, the previous leader of the citadel from the previous month of June. But he’d get away with a flick of a wrist, smooth talking his way out of the interrogation and leaving a very bitter Jakob banging bruised fists against the wall in utter frustration, new scars blooming.
Suspicious behaviours from Julio Esparza and Brinley Jones kept them behind for further questioning, majority of Hestia’s, Apollo’s and Aphrodite’s spawn were also kept behind, to questioned on hours on end—as from a certain Hanson’s point of view—they weren’t as innocent as they appeared to be.
Innocence could be the best front to hide behind, to keep your true motives hidden from the world and go about your plans quietly.
But he was wrong on some assumptions, though the three clusters were kept in their dorms after the interrogation under a very strict curfew, the dissatisfied whispers of unison from Hestia, Apollo and Aphrodite’s spawns apparent as Jakob visited them on a hourly routine.
And as each individual filed out of the makeshift interrogation room which was in actual fact the citadel meeting room, uncertainty hung throughout the air—thick in the atmosphere and doubt running throughout the minds of the demigod spawn.
Silence had fallen over the crowd as they all gathered in the cafeteria, waiting and ( waiting ) for the seats to fill, for the ruthless outsider to return and spill the details or oust someone.
But that never came into fruition, the deafening silence and the rapid beating of hearts filling their ears, fists clenched and chests tight.
It’d be a long while before he’d emerge and rear his head—to bellow out at random, distribute information and gesture for them to continue on their day as if nothing had happened.
How long would they have to wait?
In their case, it was a probable eternity—coupled in with countless possibilities that brought fear and unrest.
To their home, to their doorstep. A supposed safe haven they scrambled to defend at any given opportunity. The safe haven and home they’d give their lives for.
— — --
The rushing of footsteps on her tail had prompted the daughter of Zeus to drag herself from the bush she was nestled in for the past couple of hours, dragging her broken leg along.
It had been two years and six months since Willow Bellerose was held in underground captivity by the Spes Corporation, lackeys of the government—two years and six months and she was the last one to escape.
As she had delayed her escape plan time and time again to allow other helpless demigods to leave without fearing for their lives any longer.
To the safe haven that had been spreading throughout the facility’s corridors, spoken with pure bitterness by the guards and scientists over the passing months and weeks—and clearly, Willow acknowledged she needed to go there.
Over planning her escape, amidst the deafening silence within her little cell. The guards were pre-occupied for the evening, jeering at her on occasion.
Sometimes, there were moments where she wondered if she had escaped first—when her original plan was the only thing she brought up of—when she feigned ignorance and pretended she was the only one worth saving.
Perspective and change over the years since she was dragged in to the infamous demigod central cell block at ten years of age, now eighteen—mature, understanding.
Yet a hurricane was brewing the moment she sprinted for her life, out of the clutches of horrible individuals.
Free to find her way to where countless others had gone to find shelter, to blend in amongst others who were scarred, ridiculed and terrified—simply for who they were.
Because they were dangerous, because they were demigods. The coming of the storm—the feared, the enraged.
Shouting, screaming and dizziness seemed to spin her world around, the spray of bullets narrowly missing her body, lodged into the trunks of trees.
If Willow could run, she would’ve been there by now. Fuck the guards for breaking her leg like that.
Though, she was aware she’d give them a taste of their own medicine.
Lightning bellowed and crackled, streaking throughout the skies and struck the guards that were in pursuit, the smell of burnt flesh filled her nostrils.
Disgust, nausea seemed to bubble up within her veins but now wasn’t the time as she felt such things.
She needed to get ( there ); stat.
As the girl stumbled to the entrance of the citadel, dragging herself inside once figuring out to get in via simply slipping inside; knowing humans would be fried to death if they tried getting through a little barrier that walled and protected them from the world.
With short gasps of breath escaping from the depths of her lungs.
“H e l p . . .” That was all she could muster as lightning crackled behind her in the outside world and as the entrance promptly closed, body dropping to the floor and immediately, rushing toward her a few of the demigods lingering about nearby.
An interesting situation was about to unfold, with the mysterious girl and the human from a day earlier—the citadel would be shaken beyond belief.
But Willow Bellerose, daughter of Zeus was surely to temporarily distract the demigod occupants from those lurking in the shadows, and ready to begin check through their plans and welcome disarray with open arms and twisted smiles.