2 The Escape

"I am Kronos ... The Titan Of time."

Saying I was shocked would clearly be an understatement and the look on my face might have depicted it. " You look funny " he said in an amused tone. Wait How can he even look at me without being here... No, that was not the point. The main issue here was that he was a Titan and a Titan of Time at that. Anyone who had read Percy Jackson, wouldn't take a second to say that Titans were evil and Kronos was the worst of them. He was a manipulative and Selfish Bastard. Hundreds of questions sprang in my mind, but before I could ask any of them, He said, " I am running out of power. I don't have enough influence here to talk with you any longer. I will answer any and all of your questions when we meet again .... . " He might have somehow sensed my reluctance and wariness towards his offer, because he then spoke in a voice so sad and disheartened that it made me clutch my heart. " I need you to trust me." he said, "I know I don't deserve it, but I can't help you any other way." And then there was just silence. After a while, I knew that he was gone because the weird pressure I felt ever since I first heard his voice, seemed to have lifted.

What followed was me being in a complete disarray, trying to skim over all the choices I had. It took me 2 hours to make a decision, which was pretty long as I took pride in me being a decisive person, which further proves the vast amounts of arguments I had with my own self and the severity of the impact this decision would have on my very being. But, I decided to go and meet Kronos. It was because of another thing I learnt from Percy Jackson, which was that looks could be deceiving and dad's are generally good. They are usually socially awkward assholes, yet they care for their children. I don't think this fact applied to Kronos, considering he ate his own children, but I could use all the care I can get in this world and honestly, I didn't have much of a choice.

Now I began to prepare.... I packed all my clothes in the house, which hardly included 2 T shirts, a pair of trousers and a night dress. They were old yet clean. Clean Because I washed them myself. I had to wait for one shopping trip of my mother to get the supplies as I didn't plan on stopping anywhere in the city to get supplies, for the fear of leaving a trail for the police to catch me. The D day came after a week . Apparently, she had planned to go to some sort of a picnic with her friends, and so had bought a lot of ready-to-eat food. Pleasantly, she had to go to a boutique the next to get a new dress which she ordered. She goes to a famous designer, who lives at an hour's drive from her house. So, the next morning, after she left, I waited for 30 minutes before leaving the the house. It was a caution to make sure , she doesn't decide to come back suddenly. But just as I was about to cross the fence, a car pulled over. And surprisingly yet not so surprisingly, it was none other than my bitch of a mother. Her eyes fell on me and she immediately asked, "Where is my purse Arius" as if I had to know where it was despite not having any access to it. Well on any ordinary day, she would 'waste her precious time to educate me' which simply means she would beat me for not knowing where it was, before wasting another 15 minutes to find it.

But today was different as her eyes fell on the backpack I was carrying and it didn't take her even a minute to realise what was going on. "You ungrateful Bastard. I was kind enough to let you live this is how you repay me! ? Your very birth was enough to spoil my name and now you are trying to make it even worse. What are you glaring at me for? Huh? " she said while coming near me and then she slapped me on the face. " You want everyone to say that I can't even handle a child by myself." she was about to slap me. again but I have had enough of her. So , I took out my pocket knife, which I had taken along with other tools to defend from monsters and thrust it into her body. Blood gushed out of her stomach as some of it fell on my face and my clothes. I acted on the spur of the moment but before I could think anything, my emotions took over me and all the times she tortured me came to my vision. I unconsciously released a loud roar, "aaarrrghhhh" and took the knife out of her stomach and then ... I thrust it inside of her again. Her scream echoed through the house. It could have alarmed the neighbours but I couldn't care less at that time. I just stabbed her again and again till I could hear no more sounds from her seemingly lifeless body.

What followed that was a weird feeling as something turned in my stomach and I threw out. I puked uncontrollably on the floor. The whole scene with my bloody hands, her bloody body and my puke looked utterly disgusting and the air smelled filthy. This made me retch again and I only calmed after about 5 minutes.

After I calmed down, the realisation of what I had done came to me. I always ranted about torturing and killing her, but I had no idea that killing a person would shake me this much. I was seated on the floor, I looked at my hands, they were shaking terribly and were painted red by the blood of a human. I had taken someone's life. I had killed a person. I ...

The sound of the clock striking 12, brought me out of my stupor. I realised that I had wasted a precious 15 minutes. I cursed myself, scolding myself for letting my emotions get the better of me. This somehow calmed me down. I thought of all the things which that woman had done to me and all the things that she would have done in the future. "I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I bear everything. Why should I suffer !?"

A part of me told me that I am wrong and what I said was very selfish, but I couldn't care less. Yes! I was selfish and I am proud of it. I don't want to face anything like that ever again. I hate pain and I would do anything to stay away from it.

I steeled myself. " I will survive and I will thrive", I decided. I stood up and washed my hands and my face. I wore my new clothes and burnt the previous ones. I decided to leave in 5 minutes. I began searching for her purse, but couldn't find it anywhere. I went to the car in hopes of finding at least some money there, only to be surprised. I found her purse below fallen below the driver's seat. Apparently, she couldn't see it and came back to the house. " Seriously, what the hell is wrong with my luck."

Taking anything useful from the purse, I left the house. I didn't bother to lock the door because, I wasn't thinking about anything but leaving the place. As soon as I left the house, I quickly began pacing to the most deserted place that I could find. I kept walking and after a while when I didn't see anyone near me, I began running. I ran for about 2 hours, after which I reached some sort of a forest. All around me, there were just trees. I breathed in the air and felt refreshed. Euphoria took over me and I shouted. " I aaaammmmm frrrreeeeeee" ,

I began walking again only to find out that I had no Idea where San Francisco actually is...

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AN: Well my book was not coming on the FF section, so I decided to post another chapter Today. I will post the next one next week.

Hope you guys are well

C YA