Post by Alexander Ruckshack on Aug 9, 2010 16:51:51 GMT -5
This morning (and for the last few days 
Sorry about the inactiveness) I was sort of hyper and got a Ryan/Alex story muse rush for a story that I had in my head for a while.
Two reasons I'm not putting this in regular RP
(even though I intended it to happen there to explain what is going to eventually happen to them) :
1) I'd feel bad.
It would only be my characters RPing and no one else joining in
2) I want this to be 'short'
I'm just going to use one account to do this. No back and forth. No disrespect to the rules, (Ryan: I give disrespect!/Alex: Shut your trap, will you?!/Ellie: Will you two chill?!) but I'd find that really annoying. Plus, me ping ponging back and forth, it'd go on for a while.
Borderline Brothers:
Background Information:
Time Set: Not specified (I was thinking after Ry's quest; if it was before, he'd be pretty messed up for the quest
)
POV: 3rd Person
Characters: Ryan Simons~Demigod, Son of Ares and Kath
Alexander Ruckshack~Mortal, Son of Derrick and Kath
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Ryan sighed and looked out over the borderline. Why am I still here? he asked himself crossly, sitting down on the hard earth and twisting a blade of grass in between his fingers. Two people had asked him that; not exactly in that word format though. The first had been a creepy girl he had met in the forest one night while he was breaking curfew. She had told Ryan that he could just leave and that she could help him. Ryan had snapped at her. Firstly: Of course he knew he could just leave! He wasn't as idiotic as most people took him. Fine, so maybe he was a bit on the irrational and negative side. Wait, never mind, scratch that; a bit was very big understatement. Ryan knew just the same though; he had been sneaking out into the forest, after curfew, for a long time. Currently, up to date, he had been caught zero times; unless people counted being caught by other Campers, anyway. Of course, the fifteen year knew that he could of easily just slipped away any night he wanted. Ryan was pretty much sure that most of the camp would like that. They would just love it if the negative, mental son of Ares left and just disappeared off the face of the planet; they were probably hoping that he'd die a horrible death or however demigods were supposed to die. Ryan remembered being told that most demigods didn't live for long, he was starting to guess most people wanted him in that category. Secondly: He didn't need her freaking help. He didn't need anyone's help at all! Ryan was more the independent, going solo, not needing help, negative, I Hate the Worldish, antisocial and proud type; great things to be, right? Well, to him, yes. People who cared enough to watch him on a daily basis (he bet there were zero), 'knew' him as that sort of person. Truthfully, Ryan didn't think anyone would ever get to know him. The second person, well, goddess to be exact, was Nike. While in the car, he had the opportunity to just jump out and run for it. Ryan had considered it for a moment, then just didn't do it. When his gaze broke from the hills, he relaxed from his tensing up and he didn't jump out nor even attempt it. He was pretty sure Nike wouldn't of stopped him, but he still didn't move after that. The goddess had asked why he hadn't run. His answer to Nike was probably the lamest excuse of an answer that he had given in his entire life. He was thinking it was even lamer than the excuses he tried to give his aunt to cover up the fact that he had been playing in the forest instead of training. It all came back to him in one circle. The one dominant question he had started out with. What was he still doing at Camp if he hated it here so much? Ryan sighed, the answer wasn't that simple, but it wasn't like he'd ever tell anyone.
That train of thought was pushed off its track as Ryan looked up for a minute at see the sky to try and figure out what time it was. In his line of vision, a figure started to walk towards the demigod and the borderline. Ryan's grey eyes narrowed, trying to see who or what it was. This was demigod territory, Ryan had every right to be here. Him being him, he just stood his ground and stayed there. Well, sat his ground, anyway; he wasn't moving from here. The figure continued to come closer and closer; the closer it came, the more Ryan could the thing's features. For one, it wasn't a Monster. Ryan started to feel dumb that he even considered a Monster this close to Camp. Besides, if it had been a monster, it would of started moving much faster once he saw Ryan, right? Well, it could of been possible, this place did reek of demigods, after all, and those are the things monsters were after. The son of Ares looked behind him. The golden fleece and the tree were still there, both being guarded by the dragon; those two objects kept mortals and monsters out, that much he remembered. He crossed the possibility of monster off the list. As soon as the figure came fully into Ryan's vision, he identified it as a boy had dark hair was was carrying... fruit? Why the hades would a demigod be coming back here with fruit from the other side of the line? They had a forest and a strawberry field within the demigod borders. Ryan didn't recognize the boy, but that wasn't a surprise since he had no idea who half the people in Camp Hades were. Wait, what if this wasn't a boy from Camp? Oh, great, even more Campers to deal with. Even though Ryan didn't recognize the boy, the boy seemed to sort of recognize him; the strange boy's face went from thinking, to confusion to a smile. The gap continued to close between them until the other male was three or so feet away from the stop of the border and a few inches to the left of Ryan. The male opposite the wall put his hand out and started to move forward. When he was one inch away from Ryan on the left, his hand stopped mid air. If the hand had kept going, it would of probably collided with the left side of Ryan's face. "Aw, dang it!" the boy complained in frustration. Ryan gave him a 'What the Hades are you doing?' look; he was all ready to chew this new Camper out. Why did the border reject him? The boy looked at him and they made slight eye contact, his face lit up as if his final thoughts were confirmed. "I'm guessing you're being a good boy and staying inside the border, huh?" he asked teasingly, his eyes bright. Ryan glared at him, his mind finally snapping the pieces together. It was a mortal. That was why the border wasn't letting him in. But wait, he had said border... must of been a mortal who knew about the demigods. "Shut up and go away, mortal," Ryan growled, glaring at the boy a few inches away from hitting his face. "I'm never good. I can come out and strangle you if you'd like," he snarled. He was all wired and jumpy to do it too. The mortal grinned and stayed where he was. "Aw, come on, Ryan, I know you'd never do that," he said. "Sure I would," Ryan snarled. "Try me," he challenged, glaring at him. Wait, how'd this mortal know his name? Then his grey eyes narrowed. "How do you know my name?" he growled.
The mortal looked fairly surprised. "Oh, Ryan, come on now. You don't remember your old friend from..." Alex did the math. "Uh..." this would sound so bad. "Seven years ago?" Ryan stared at him, confusion flashing across his face. Edmund? No, he had looked different from this. Besides, Ryan had seen him die himself. One other possibility: Alex. No, it wasn't. It was just an impostor or a ghost or something. Gods, he had changed. "You're supposed to be dead," he growled, glaring at him. Slight hurt rippled across the older boy's face. "Well... I'll jump off a cliff if you'd like," he said in a light tease. Ryan scoffed. "You're dead, Kath told me herself." He couldn't believe he was listening to himself talk. Kath had never been the honest one to begin with. Plus, Ryan had ever seen a body or anything, but it was implanted in his head now and not leaving. "Oh, she found you, did she?" Alex asked uneasily. Right, his and Kath's cover story. "You know her, she was just messing with you." Well, this was going to be hopeless. "You're not real," Ryan growled, glaring at Alex. "Well, I'm not a ghost," Alex said. "I would be transparent if I was, wouldn't I?" he asked. Ryan shrugged. "Don't know, don't care." Alex sighed, trying to think how he'd get Ryan to see reason. Then he got an idea. Alex shifted to the left so he was directly infront of Ryan and inched back a few inches. Oh gosh, please let him be the same about this, Alex hoped silently. If Ryan didn't react the way Alex was hoping he would, it'd hurt on Alex's end. He made a fist and aimed a punch directly at Ryan's nose that was almost seven inches away. Only thing was, it wouldn't go through because of the border. Hopefully Ryan would forget that and just go with instinct. Ryan saw the fist coming and did exactly what Alex was planning on him doing. Since he was a demigod, his hand went right through the wall. He moved away from the fist and knocked it away and to the right almost as the mortal's fist was a centimeter away from crashing into the barrier. A smile of satisfaction was playing around Alex's face. The next reaction, he wasn't expecting. "WHAT THE HADES WAS THAT ABOUT?!" Ryan snarled, leaping from outside of his side to Alex's side in a second. Alex leapt backwards, throughly surprised. "Prove to you that I'm real," he said, shrugging, his heart starting to hammer. "If-If I wasn't, you would of pushed air, wouldn't you?" the mortal asked, watching the son of Ares. Ryan glared at him and crossed his arms. "You're not my friend," he snapped, half looking down. Alex looked at him. "You don't remember me, do you?" he asked sadly, his mouth twitching down into a frown. "Not at all. You're not him," Ryan growled. Well, that was one of the biggest lies of his life. "Get out." Alex frowned slightly, Ryan was lying and he knew it. Either Ryan just didn't want to admit to himself that his best friend was back from the 'dead' or he thought that Alex was an impostor or something. "I don't think I will," he said cautiously. Ryan took out his sword. "Okay..." Alex said, taking a step back. "Let's just calm down here..." he said, his mind an inch away from pressing the panic button. "I'm not calming down!" Ryan growled.
Alex uneasily took a small knife from his pocket and tapped it three times. Come on, sword... sword... The small knife glowed and elongated. Ryan looked at it with fascination, then his eyes turned icy. If the opposite person took out a weapon, that was just an invitation to fight. Ryan more than willingly took it; he took a swipe at the mortal. Alex ducked and took a swipe at Ryan's sword, trying to block and hoping not to hurt him; he hoped he wouldn't have to use this, but if it was necessarily, then he would. What had happened to his friend? He was going crazy or something! His mind started going. How was he going to convince Ryan that he was him before he got mauled? Ryan had deflected Alex's swipe and vibrations jarred both of their arm bones. It hurt more on Alex's side then Ryan's. They broke apart. "Ryan! My name's Alexander!" Swipe from Ryan, block from Alex. "We used to play in the forest all the time!" he continued. Swipe, roll out of the way. Come on... what was something he'd remember? "Ryan! Come on! Its me, you've got to believe me!" Alex lost his footing and went down. "You and Edmund used to call me Lexie to annoy me!" Alex called desperately. Ryan's sword stopped a few inches from Alex's head. Alex stared at it; Ryan exhaled shut his eyes and sheathed it, turning around. Alex began to shake slightly. "That was a bit close, Ry," he said to the back of his friend's head, gulping and rubbing his neck. "Yeah, I know," Ryan snapped at him without turning around. Alex tapped the sword and it turned into a pocket knife again, he put it in his jeans pocket and scrambled back to a standing position. The sixteen year old walked over to Ryan and went infront of him. He needed to know this and he needed to know now. This wasn't the Ryan he knew from the forest at all. Back then Ryan had been sort of nice and had only blown like that when he was really angry, which, surprisingly hadn't been that often. As Alex remembered it, Ryan had had sort of a longish fuse way back when. That Ryan appeared after months of getting to him though. Sure, he would have his moments: he'd snap, be aggressive and annoyed on a daily basis, but he wouldn't flat out yell and attack within two seconds. "What's gotten into you?" Alex flat out asked, looking at his brother carefully. Dangerous question? That was an understatement. Ryan could easily take out a blade and attack him again. Brother. His heart sank. Ryan didn't know that yet. "I grew up," Ryan snapped icily. "People don't stay the same their whole life, if you haven't realized," he snarled coldly, glaring at Alex. "Valid point, but you used to be... " Okay, he was walking on a fine line right now. "Well, sort of nice," Alex finished, looking at Ryan gently. Ryan glared at him for a minute and then half looked like he was going to attack him again. "That... that was a long time ago," Ryan mumbled, crossing his arms.
Alex's face twitched into a frown. He was getting a feeling where this conversation was going and he didn't like it at all. Him being him, he had to confirm it now. "So... " Alex said, with a gulp, dreading the words that were going to come out of his mouth next. "Y-you're not my friend anymore?" he ventured. Alex knew this Ryan. This was the Ryan (amped up by a hundred) that he had Edmund had known before the months they had spent trying to gentle him. After they had befriended him, he had always been rather nice to them. All that was lost as the mortal looked at Ryan; deep down, Alex knew what he was going to say long before Ryan would say it. He knew it before he had ever guessed that they would meet again; he knew it when Ryan never stayed in contact or even tried, but Alex didn't want to admit it. He had to hear it from Ryan himself, weather he liked the answer or not. Ryan said nothing, they stood in a silence for a few minutes; the demigod lowered his head, his grey eyes on the grass infront of him. "Ryan?" Alex asked, softly. There was a slight pause, then: "N-no..." Ryan responded in a mutter. "No." His voice was stronger and icy. Really deep down, Ryan didn't mean it at all. He knew he didn't but he was being him and going in denial and everything. Alex was dead wrong if he thought that he was getting accepted back real fast. After leaving Ryan hanging and then Kath telling him that Alex was dead, Ryan had a long way to go. Alex stood there, hurt slowly filling his dark brown eyes; he knew this had been coming, but it was still a shock and it still hurt. Both of them knew it was coming. Ryan certainly wasn't the same as Alex had known him; Alex hadn't changed that much though. "Yeah..." Alex grumbled. "Alright..." he sighed. No reason in trying to get Ryan nice again, it'd only take a few months. When he said 'a few months', he meant it only took a few months when he and Edmund had been around Ryan almost 24/7/365 for two years. Alex couldn't even begin to imagine how long it would take when they could only meet at the border every so often. Half of Alex wanted to believe he was lying. Maybe Ryan had gotten better at it over the years. The mortal looked at Ryan's face, they had both changed so much, both physically, Ryan more in personality. Then another thought entered Alex's head. Maybe Ryan was always like this, it was just that he had Edmund had gotten to him and had become his friends and Ryan had been nice only to them because of that. He tried to take a look at his half brother's face, but it remained emotionless, angry, but otherwise emotionless. Alex really did want to believe he was lying; he was guessing that he and Edmund had been his only friends in life. Perhaps if he had gotten more friends, he wouldn't be like this.
Okay, scrap that. Alex was going to try this again. "Come on, Ryan..." he said quietly, holding up his hand. "Both you and I know you don't mean that," he said softly. "Yes, I do mean it," Ryan growled, glaring at him. Flat lie. "Look, if you're not happy to see me, can I be happy to see you?" Alex asked, looking at him. "No," Ryan said coldly. "You're not happy to see me. You probably don't even care," he finally snapped, his anger mounting on every word. Truth be told, he was actually really happy to see him. That truth was buried deep, deep, deep down though. Okay, this was getting ridiculous; frankly, Alex's patience for Ryan was snapping. Maybe he did change more in personality more than he thought. Either that, Kath, someone else, or the information that they were brothers had gotten to him. The mortal's eyes glazed over, Ryan didn't notice. Alex gave Ryan a half a glare. "Yes I do," he said, slight annoyance in his voice. Alex snapped before he could realize it. Before he could stop himself, all the thoughts he had on Ryan after that day that Edmund died, the ones that he had kept bottled up, all rushed out. "You know, my dad told me that you had gone crazy and killed Edmund yourself, he did!" Alex snarled. "I didn't want to believe him at first. I just pretended to to keep him quiet because he hated you two," he growled. Ryan just stood there and his older brother's rant continued: "You know, I'm beginning to think my dad was right and I was wrong to not believe him!" he continued, glaring at Ryan. "You're a mental and messed up son of Ares and that's all you'll ever be! You don't give a copper about anyone. Not now, maybe not ever. Not even when you were younger and knew us! Maybe you weren't our real friend at all, maybe you were just faking it, like everything else! Like you were fine, like you were nice after we tried to get you to be our friend. So what if my dad took me away? I had no idea he was doing it. If I did, you don't think I would of liked it, do you?! You didn't even seem to care at all that I was gone. You didn't even care to try and keep in contact or track me down when I left! Well you know what? At first I was upset that I was away from you. Well, maybe now I'm glad that I didn't stick around with you." Alex exhaled and glared at Ryan, who was just glaring back. All Ryan said to Alex after his entire rant about him was: "How do you know my dad is Ares?" With a glare and snarl. Not that he was claiming Ares as his father, far from it. He still hated Ares. Again, the things deep down. Deep down, he was getting torn. That rant had hurt. A lot. "Oh, that!" Alex snorted with a twisted grin. "I met up with your dear old mum!" Ryan gave him a confused look. Lila was his mom, and she was dead... right? "You know she's even crazier and off her rocker than you are," Alex snapped. "I had to stay with her for a few flipping months and it was like living in a torture house!" Ryan's mind froze. Torture house? That sounded an awful lot like.... "I didn't want to go there, but because of this stupid sight I have because I can see through the Mist, my dad kicked me out!" Alex growled. "You know, I probably upped my chances of having this ability to see through the Mist because of you!" Alex snarled. Ryan looked at him, his eyes remaining carefully blank and the mask of anger still in place. Even if Alex had become better and better at reading different sorts of expressions, Ryan was thinking he couldn't read anything but anger. "Meaning?" Ryan asked, trying to keep his growl and semi failing. Alex glared at him. "You don't have any idea do you?" he challenged. Of course Ryan had no idea. It wasn't like Kath would ever tell him. She had completely disowned him. "No," Ryan snarled, his eyes flaring again. "Unless you expect me to turn into a mind reader in less than five seconds," he growled, sarcasm thick in his voice. Alex glared at him. "We're brothers," he said icily. Ryan stared at him. "Half, of course," Alex said, rolling his eyes. It would be a real shame if they were full. "On Kath's side." Ryan stared at him; his mask of anger dropped and was replaced with a look of shock and confusion. "She lied, Ryan. Like she did with everything else," Alex said, his anger half melting. "Lila's really your aunt. Kath's your mom. She's mine too, I just learned a few months ago." Ryan just stood there and nodded.
Then Alex exhaled. "Sorry I snapped," he said stiffly. Ryan shrugged. "Whatever," he muttered, not really hearing Alex. "No... really," Alex grumbled, still feeling a bit on edge. Ryan looked at him. "Whatever, forget it," he said, shrugging. Well, that much hadn't changed about him. Now had to come the part that Alex had wanted to do. "Do you like it, here?" Alex asked. "At Camp?" he added to clarify. Ryan gave him a confused look. One: how did Alex know about Camp. Two: yet another person who was consulting him about this Camp issue. "Kath told me everything," Alex explained dully. For a few minutes, it felt like they were kids again. They had no idea they were related and they were good friends. Ryan shrugged. "I hate it here," he growled, typical him. A small smile flashed across Alex's face. "Want to come with me then?" he asked. "It'll be away and against the Camp," Alex explained. Ryan stared at him. "So... you're here just to recruit me for whatever or whoever killed the Hermes kid?" he growled, glaring at him. The spell broke. "No, I'm just offering you a reason to ditch this place!" Alex said. "Look, we can just forget what happened before and just start over... please?" Ryan looked at him, considering. He had a chance to just get his life back with his friend and now brother, turn his back on Camp and never come back. He could be against Camp, his other living Hades. Ryan looked down, still thinking. Something didn't feel right about Alex though. Maybe he had changed as much as Ryan had. "Please Ry?" Alex asked, turning his palms face up. Ryan turned his up and Alex couldn't help but stare. "Oh gosh, Ryan, what happened to you?" Alex asked, staring at all the scars that hadn't been there a long time ago. "Kath.... " Ryan muttered. "Why?" Alex asked. "Did you let her...?" he asked uneasily. Ryan shook his head. "After... you left... I, I couldn't focus... not with you gone and then me knowing I killed..." he stopped. Alex stared at him. "So... you did?" he asked, goggling at him. "Edmund," they both said. "I knew something was after him, but-but I didn't tell him...and- and we got into a-a fight and he ran... he ran straight into something that shot him..." Alex nodded blankly, that didn't matter right now. He wouldn't hold it against him. They were, after all, supposed to forget the past if they were to join eachother again. "So... what's your decision?" he asked numbly. Ryan inhaled, looking at the teen infront of him that used to be his friend. "I...I'm staying..." he said quietly. "Here," he growled, his voice normal; he nodded behind him, at the Camp. Alex looked at him and his face scowled. "Yeah, I get it, you choose them," he said, shrugging. "Yeah, I do," Ryan snarled. It may turn out to be the best or worse decision of his life. "Camp's been there for me more than you or Edmund ever were." Well, Camp for three years that never left and could never versus Alex and Ed for two years, both could leave and both did; so he had a semi bias. Oh gods, he couldn't believe he was saying this. He hoped to the gods none of the Campers were out here. If any were, he'd just shoot himself now. He'd never confess this to Camp or any Camper or any one from his world, ever. "Nothing I could say to change your mind?" Alex asked icily. Ryan looked at him, his eyes semi hurt. If he was honest with himself, he wanted Alex back. He had missed him so much. The demigod wanted him both as a friend and a brother, but he didn't think that could happen right now. They were going on opposing sides form his point of view, and nothing was a stronger divider than different opinions. Then an idea came to Ryan. "You...you could join us," he said, semi desperately. Maybe him snapping and angry at Alex from the beginning hadn't been such a great idea, but that was the way Ryan rolled. When he first laid eyes on Alex, Ryan was initially angry. Alex had left him hanging and everything, his feelings for wanting him back as a friend were buried very deep and had started to come out more and more as they continued talking. Alex glared at him. "That's not happening," he snarled. Alex now knew his alliance, and he wasn't changing. Ryan's heart sank; that was the last solution he could think of to get them on the same side. Both of them knew that hey had changed in personality. Maybe it was for the worse, maybe it was for the better, he had no idea. All Ryan and Alex knew that they were now on opposing sides. To Alex, Ryan was now an enemy. To Ryan, Alex was still a friend, he so wanted it to be true, but deep down he knew. He always knew; he knew it wasn't going to happen.
Well, there was nothing left here for Alex any more. All he had come to do was to try and convince a few demigods, but that hadn't happened. Time to just go back to where he belonged. He turned and looked towards the mortal side of the world. "So, where you going?" Tonelessly. "None of your business," Alex snapped back. "Nothing ever was." Anger was building. "Like you disappearing and me never knowing where the Hades you skipped off to!" Ryan, his glare and temper were both back. "You know I did try," Alex growled, whipping around. Ryan crossed his arms. "Apparently not hard enough," he snapped. Before he knew he was doing it, Alex had transformed the knife into a staff and aimed it at Ryan's head. Ryan was still slightly shocked and only managed to duck out of the way; the staff hit bare ground. The fifteen year old took out his sword again. "Trust me, you don't want to do this," the son of Ares hissed. The mortal glared at him. "One: I don't trust you; two: I really do," Alex growled back. He swung his staff back up and transformed it into a sword. "Want to join our side? We have cookies and fancy changing weapons," Alex snickered. "Oh, shut up and go back to preschool," Ryan growled. Alex glared at him. "No, I believe that's you. Who grew up with Kath for twelve years? You did!" Ryan lunged with his sword. Alex easily side stepped him. "Well you're horrible at the 'Never make the first move' rule," he sneered. Ryan rolled his eyes and just swiped at Alex's legs. Alex jumped back and hit his sword into Ryan's. Vibrations went up both of their arms; it hurt more on Alex's side than on Ryan's. "Hope you're happy now," Ryan growled. "You too. I'm much happier than you'll ever be," Alex snapped. They backed up from eachother and Alex went to swipe at Ryan's shoulder. The demigod sidestepped and went behind his brother, who turned on the spot and just managed to block a swipe to the leg by jumping sideways. Ryan swiped at his opposite leg and Alex back flipped, trying to land solid and get his stance back together. "Gods, you went out for acrobatics now too?" Ryan snarled. Alex shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much," he snapped. Then Ryan took a risky move. He threw his sword at Alex. Yes, he knew Kath said to never throw a sword. It didn't have the same properties as a dagger, blah blah blah. A look of surprise flickered over Alex's face. Kath had told him and had probably told Ryan over the course of twelve years not to do that. Then again, it was Ryan. He wasn't much of a rule follower at all. The sword wasn't aim, or thrown properly at all. Alex jumped out of the way, the sword barely an inch away from him. "WHAT THE HECK'S WRONG WITH YOU?!" he yelped, glaring at Ryan. "You want to get me killed?" he snarled. Ryan gave a slight shrug. "Well, I thought it was the main point here," he snapped, slightly flat and not really angry. Alex smirked. "Alright then, hope you won't regret this," he growled, referring to both challenging him and siding with the demigods. "You too," Ryan snapped, referring to the same thing. Alex changed his sword into a staff and waited, eyes narrowed. Ryan stood there; man, this felt like Dark Fighting only in the day lightly. Just standing there, statue still; finally his ADHD couldn't take it any longer and he charged. Alex moved so his side was facing Ryan and he'd make a smaller target. The demigod went to pull out a dagger and slash it at the mortal's hand. As he neared and was a second away from doing it, Alex over stepped so he was behind Ryan and then whacked the middle of his back with his staff, hard.
Normally, that wouldn't of hurt if he had had armor on. It would of just bounced right off, but when did Ryan ever have armor on? Only when things could get really serious, which was usually in the arena and training around Camp. Besides, not even ten minutes ago, he was just sitting on the boundary line thinking about why he was at Camp; he had no idea that he'd get into a fight. And even if he didn't have armor on, like now, it'd hurt, but not like this. At first he felt nothing, then he felt everything and screamed. It hurt, a lot; Ryan's back arched and he felt like it had been torn open and hit with a blade again instead of a staff. That's when he realized exactly where and what Alex had hit. The mortal had hit the beginning of Ryan's scar he had gotten from Edmund; the scar that his aunt... now mother, had injected something into. Without remembering doing it, he fell on his knees, then his side, hard. Ryan vaguely remembered trying to stop himself from falling, but not being able to move. Next second his mind snapped back from the shock and he tried getting up again. He couldn't move anything at all. Alex was standing a foot or so from him. "You got a fair warning, you know. From both of us, don’t you remember? Kath did tell you that you would become paralyzed if you didn't stay down long enough and heal from that sword whack you got, didn't she?" he said silkily. Ryan's mind half went into panic mode. He was paralyzed? For life? His face must of still been able to move and Alex must of read it. "Oh don't be such a wimp, it's not permanent," he growled, rolling his eyes. Then smirked, deciding to have some fun. "Depending on how hard someone hits it." Alex's eyes looked off to Ryan. He had finally noticed their glazed and blank look. Ryan managed a half glare. "What'd you or Kath do to me?" he said in a slight growl. Kath had said his spine had healed and his scar had healed as far as it was going to. The only other explanation to what had happened, was that needle that she had pricked him with. Then he realized he had talked. Well, at least he had control over his face and vocal cords, just not anything else. Alex shrugged. "I have no idea, looks like she started a poison dart business or whatever, I don't know. Only thing is, she injected you with something that made you have this reaction. All I did was stab you in the right spot," he snickered, smirking. Ryan rolled his eyes and exhaled, not knowing how long it would be before he could move again. A smirk flickered over Alex's face. "You know, I was debating weather to kill you or not, but I think it'd be much more fun toying with you and your friends in the future," he said with a snicker. "Have a nice day, RyRy. And don't die, I'd like to kill you myself." Alex turned, stepped over Ryan's body and started out. "Hey," Ryan called out. Alex gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes and turned around. "What?" he growled. Ryan tried to look at him best he could while he was on the ground. "Good luck...I hope you find what you're looking for and are happy, in the end," Ryan said. "Hope you don't live to regret it, and..." he continued. A slight smile flickered over his face. "I hate you," the son of Ares said, a slight tease in his voice. Alex looked at him and his eyes became slightly less blank for a second, then the blankness returned as fast as it had disappeared. "Hope you don't regret it either and hate you too," Alex said. He turned around and went out of the forest. Ryan just laid there, not believing that he gotten Alex back then lost him again all in less than fifteen minutes. After a half an hour or so, Ryan could move and got back up. He moved onto the demigod side of the line and just stared out. He didn't go back to Camp until after night fall.
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If you've stayed with me for all 6,084 words (according to the site word counter) Awesome! Thanks so much for sticking with me and I hoped I didn't waste your time or bore you or anything. I'm very sorry if I did. I hope you liked it
If not, if you just went straight down to the bottom, thought it was boring, scanned it or just read a paragraph and hated it, hoping it would all come to an end soon, its fine XD I won't be insulted, everyone likes different things and I just felt like I needed to explain this event.
If you didn't read it and are interested, very basically: Alex and Ryan meet by the border, find out they're on different sides and then Alex leaves
I found a song for those who didn't read it and those who read it alike. If you didn't read it, it could sort of explain it.
I found this song after finding it for one of my other RPs, I thought it fit great for this situation as well:
Say Goodbye by Skillet It's to be seen through the eyes of Ryan
Sorry about the inactiveness) I was sort of hyper and got a Ryan/Alex story muse rush for a story that I had in my head for a while.Two reasons I'm not putting this in regular RP
(even though I intended it to happen there to explain what is going to eventually happen to them) :
1) I'd feel bad.
It would only be my characters RPing and no one else joining in
2) I want this to be 'short'
I'm just going to use one account to do this. No back and forth. No disrespect to the rules, (Ryan: I give disrespect!/Alex: Shut your trap, will you?!/Ellie: Will you two chill?!) but I'd find that really annoying. Plus, me ping ponging back and forth, it'd go on for a while.
Borderline Brothers:
Background Information:
Time Set: Not specified (I was thinking after Ry's quest; if it was before, he'd be pretty messed up for the quest
)POV: 3rd Person
Characters: Ryan Simons~Demigod, Son of Ares and Kath
Alexander Ruckshack~Mortal, Son of Derrick and Kath
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Ryan sighed and looked out over the borderline. Why am I still here? he asked himself crossly, sitting down on the hard earth and twisting a blade of grass in between his fingers. Two people had asked him that; not exactly in that word format though. The first had been a creepy girl he had met in the forest one night while he was breaking curfew. She had told Ryan that he could just leave and that she could help him. Ryan had snapped at her. Firstly: Of course he knew he could just leave! He wasn't as idiotic as most people took him. Fine, so maybe he was a bit on the irrational and negative side. Wait, never mind, scratch that; a bit was very big understatement. Ryan knew just the same though; he had been sneaking out into the forest, after curfew, for a long time. Currently, up to date, he had been caught zero times; unless people counted being caught by other Campers, anyway. Of course, the fifteen year knew that he could of easily just slipped away any night he wanted. Ryan was pretty much sure that most of the camp would like that. They would just love it if the negative, mental son of Ares left and just disappeared off the face of the planet; they were probably hoping that he'd die a horrible death or however demigods were supposed to die. Ryan remembered being told that most demigods didn't live for long, he was starting to guess most people wanted him in that category. Secondly: He didn't need her freaking help. He didn't need anyone's help at all! Ryan was more the independent, going solo, not needing help, negative, I Hate the Worldish, antisocial and proud type; great things to be, right? Well, to him, yes. People who cared enough to watch him on a daily basis (he bet there were zero), 'knew' him as that sort of person. Truthfully, Ryan didn't think anyone would ever get to know him. The second person, well, goddess to be exact, was Nike. While in the car, he had the opportunity to just jump out and run for it. Ryan had considered it for a moment, then just didn't do it. When his gaze broke from the hills, he relaxed from his tensing up and he didn't jump out nor even attempt it. He was pretty sure Nike wouldn't of stopped him, but he still didn't move after that. The goddess had asked why he hadn't run. His answer to Nike was probably the lamest excuse of an answer that he had given in his entire life. He was thinking it was even lamer than the excuses he tried to give his aunt to cover up the fact that he had been playing in the forest instead of training. It all came back to him in one circle. The one dominant question he had started out with. What was he still doing at Camp if he hated it here so much? Ryan sighed, the answer wasn't that simple, but it wasn't like he'd ever tell anyone.
That train of thought was pushed off its track as Ryan looked up for a minute at see the sky to try and figure out what time it was. In his line of vision, a figure started to walk towards the demigod and the borderline. Ryan's grey eyes narrowed, trying to see who or what it was. This was demigod territory, Ryan had every right to be here. Him being him, he just stood his ground and stayed there. Well, sat his ground, anyway; he wasn't moving from here. The figure continued to come closer and closer; the closer it came, the more Ryan could the thing's features. For one, it wasn't a Monster. Ryan started to feel dumb that he even considered a Monster this close to Camp. Besides, if it had been a monster, it would of started moving much faster once he saw Ryan, right? Well, it could of been possible, this place did reek of demigods, after all, and those are the things monsters were after. The son of Ares looked behind him. The golden fleece and the tree were still there, both being guarded by the dragon; those two objects kept mortals and monsters out, that much he remembered. He crossed the possibility of monster off the list. As soon as the figure came fully into Ryan's vision, he identified it as a boy had dark hair was was carrying... fruit? Why the hades would a demigod be coming back here with fruit from the other side of the line? They had a forest and a strawberry field within the demigod borders. Ryan didn't recognize the boy, but that wasn't a surprise since he had no idea who half the people in Camp Hades were. Wait, what if this wasn't a boy from Camp? Oh, great, even more Campers to deal with. Even though Ryan didn't recognize the boy, the boy seemed to sort of recognize him; the strange boy's face went from thinking, to confusion to a smile. The gap continued to close between them until the other male was three or so feet away from the stop of the border and a few inches to the left of Ryan. The male opposite the wall put his hand out and started to move forward. When he was one inch away from Ryan on the left, his hand stopped mid air. If the hand had kept going, it would of probably collided with the left side of Ryan's face. "Aw, dang it!" the boy complained in frustration. Ryan gave him a 'What the Hades are you doing?' look; he was all ready to chew this new Camper out. Why did the border reject him? The boy looked at him and they made slight eye contact, his face lit up as if his final thoughts were confirmed. "I'm guessing you're being a good boy and staying inside the border, huh?" he asked teasingly, his eyes bright. Ryan glared at him, his mind finally snapping the pieces together. It was a mortal. That was why the border wasn't letting him in. But wait, he had said border... must of been a mortal who knew about the demigods. "Shut up and go away, mortal," Ryan growled, glaring at the boy a few inches away from hitting his face. "I'm never good. I can come out and strangle you if you'd like," he snarled. He was all wired and jumpy to do it too. The mortal grinned and stayed where he was. "Aw, come on, Ryan, I know you'd never do that," he said. "Sure I would," Ryan snarled. "Try me," he challenged, glaring at him. Wait, how'd this mortal know his name? Then his grey eyes narrowed. "How do you know my name?" he growled.
The mortal looked fairly surprised. "Oh, Ryan, come on now. You don't remember your old friend from..." Alex did the math. "Uh..." this would sound so bad. "Seven years ago?" Ryan stared at him, confusion flashing across his face. Edmund? No, he had looked different from this. Besides, Ryan had seen him die himself. One other possibility: Alex. No, it wasn't. It was just an impostor or a ghost or something. Gods, he had changed. "You're supposed to be dead," he growled, glaring at him. Slight hurt rippled across the older boy's face. "Well... I'll jump off a cliff if you'd like," he said in a light tease. Ryan scoffed. "You're dead, Kath told me herself." He couldn't believe he was listening to himself talk. Kath had never been the honest one to begin with. Plus, Ryan had ever seen a body or anything, but it was implanted in his head now and not leaving. "Oh, she found you, did she?" Alex asked uneasily. Right, his and Kath's cover story. "You know her, she was just messing with you." Well, this was going to be hopeless. "You're not real," Ryan growled, glaring at Alex. "Well, I'm not a ghost," Alex said. "I would be transparent if I was, wouldn't I?" he asked. Ryan shrugged. "Don't know, don't care." Alex sighed, trying to think how he'd get Ryan to see reason. Then he got an idea. Alex shifted to the left so he was directly infront of Ryan and inched back a few inches. Oh gosh, please let him be the same about this, Alex hoped silently. If Ryan didn't react the way Alex was hoping he would, it'd hurt on Alex's end. He made a fist and aimed a punch directly at Ryan's nose that was almost seven inches away. Only thing was, it wouldn't go through because of the border. Hopefully Ryan would forget that and just go with instinct. Ryan saw the fist coming and did exactly what Alex was planning on him doing. Since he was a demigod, his hand went right through the wall. He moved away from the fist and knocked it away and to the right almost as the mortal's fist was a centimeter away from crashing into the barrier. A smile of satisfaction was playing around Alex's face. The next reaction, he wasn't expecting. "WHAT THE HADES WAS THAT ABOUT?!" Ryan snarled, leaping from outside of his side to Alex's side in a second. Alex leapt backwards, throughly surprised. "Prove to you that I'm real," he said, shrugging, his heart starting to hammer. "If-If I wasn't, you would of pushed air, wouldn't you?" the mortal asked, watching the son of Ares. Ryan glared at him and crossed his arms. "You're not my friend," he snapped, half looking down. Alex looked at him. "You don't remember me, do you?" he asked sadly, his mouth twitching down into a frown. "Not at all. You're not him," Ryan growled. Well, that was one of the biggest lies of his life. "Get out." Alex frowned slightly, Ryan was lying and he knew it. Either Ryan just didn't want to admit to himself that his best friend was back from the 'dead' or he thought that Alex was an impostor or something. "I don't think I will," he said cautiously. Ryan took out his sword. "Okay..." Alex said, taking a step back. "Let's just calm down here..." he said, his mind an inch away from pressing the panic button. "I'm not calming down!" Ryan growled.
Alex uneasily took a small knife from his pocket and tapped it three times. Come on, sword... sword... The small knife glowed and elongated. Ryan looked at it with fascination, then his eyes turned icy. If the opposite person took out a weapon, that was just an invitation to fight. Ryan more than willingly took it; he took a swipe at the mortal. Alex ducked and took a swipe at Ryan's sword, trying to block and hoping not to hurt him; he hoped he wouldn't have to use this, but if it was necessarily, then he would. What had happened to his friend? He was going crazy or something! His mind started going. How was he going to convince Ryan that he was him before he got mauled? Ryan had deflected Alex's swipe and vibrations jarred both of their arm bones. It hurt more on Alex's side then Ryan's. They broke apart. "Ryan! My name's Alexander!" Swipe from Ryan, block from Alex. "We used to play in the forest all the time!" he continued. Swipe, roll out of the way. Come on... what was something he'd remember? "Ryan! Come on! Its me, you've got to believe me!" Alex lost his footing and went down. "You and Edmund used to call me Lexie to annoy me!" Alex called desperately. Ryan's sword stopped a few inches from Alex's head. Alex stared at it; Ryan exhaled shut his eyes and sheathed it, turning around. Alex began to shake slightly. "That was a bit close, Ry," he said to the back of his friend's head, gulping and rubbing his neck. "Yeah, I know," Ryan snapped at him without turning around. Alex tapped the sword and it turned into a pocket knife again, he put it in his jeans pocket and scrambled back to a standing position. The sixteen year old walked over to Ryan and went infront of him. He needed to know this and he needed to know now. This wasn't the Ryan he knew from the forest at all. Back then Ryan had been sort of nice and had only blown like that when he was really angry, which, surprisingly hadn't been that often. As Alex remembered it, Ryan had had sort of a longish fuse way back when. That Ryan appeared after months of getting to him though. Sure, he would have his moments: he'd snap, be aggressive and annoyed on a daily basis, but he wouldn't flat out yell and attack within two seconds. "What's gotten into you?" Alex flat out asked, looking at his brother carefully. Dangerous question? That was an understatement. Ryan could easily take out a blade and attack him again. Brother. His heart sank. Ryan didn't know that yet. "I grew up," Ryan snapped icily. "People don't stay the same their whole life, if you haven't realized," he snarled coldly, glaring at Alex. "Valid point, but you used to be... " Okay, he was walking on a fine line right now. "Well, sort of nice," Alex finished, looking at Ryan gently. Ryan glared at him for a minute and then half looked like he was going to attack him again. "That... that was a long time ago," Ryan mumbled, crossing his arms.
Alex's face twitched into a frown. He was getting a feeling where this conversation was going and he didn't like it at all. Him being him, he had to confirm it now. "So... " Alex said, with a gulp, dreading the words that were going to come out of his mouth next. "Y-you're not my friend anymore?" he ventured. Alex knew this Ryan. This was the Ryan (amped up by a hundred) that he had Edmund had known before the months they had spent trying to gentle him. After they had befriended him, he had always been rather nice to them. All that was lost as the mortal looked at Ryan; deep down, Alex knew what he was going to say long before Ryan would say it. He knew it before he had ever guessed that they would meet again; he knew it when Ryan never stayed in contact or even tried, but Alex didn't want to admit it. He had to hear it from Ryan himself, weather he liked the answer or not. Ryan said nothing, they stood in a silence for a few minutes; the demigod lowered his head, his grey eyes on the grass infront of him. "Ryan?" Alex asked, softly. There was a slight pause, then: "N-no..." Ryan responded in a mutter. "No." His voice was stronger and icy. Really deep down, Ryan didn't mean it at all. He knew he didn't but he was being him and going in denial and everything. Alex was dead wrong if he thought that he was getting accepted back real fast. After leaving Ryan hanging and then Kath telling him that Alex was dead, Ryan had a long way to go. Alex stood there, hurt slowly filling his dark brown eyes; he knew this had been coming, but it was still a shock and it still hurt. Both of them knew it was coming. Ryan certainly wasn't the same as Alex had known him; Alex hadn't changed that much though. "Yeah..." Alex grumbled. "Alright..." he sighed. No reason in trying to get Ryan nice again, it'd only take a few months. When he said 'a few months', he meant it only took a few months when he and Edmund had been around Ryan almost 24/7/365 for two years. Alex couldn't even begin to imagine how long it would take when they could only meet at the border every so often. Half of Alex wanted to believe he was lying. Maybe Ryan had gotten better at it over the years. The mortal looked at Ryan's face, they had both changed so much, both physically, Ryan more in personality. Then another thought entered Alex's head. Maybe Ryan was always like this, it was just that he had Edmund had gotten to him and had become his friends and Ryan had been nice only to them because of that. He tried to take a look at his half brother's face, but it remained emotionless, angry, but otherwise emotionless. Alex really did want to believe he was lying; he was guessing that he and Edmund had been his only friends in life. Perhaps if he had gotten more friends, he wouldn't be like this.
Okay, scrap that. Alex was going to try this again. "Come on, Ryan..." he said quietly, holding up his hand. "Both you and I know you don't mean that," he said softly. "Yes, I do mean it," Ryan growled, glaring at him. Flat lie. "Look, if you're not happy to see me, can I be happy to see you?" Alex asked, looking at him. "No," Ryan said coldly. "You're not happy to see me. You probably don't even care," he finally snapped, his anger mounting on every word. Truth be told, he was actually really happy to see him. That truth was buried deep, deep, deep down though. Okay, this was getting ridiculous; frankly, Alex's patience for Ryan was snapping. Maybe he did change more in personality more than he thought. Either that, Kath, someone else, or the information that they were brothers had gotten to him. The mortal's eyes glazed over, Ryan didn't notice. Alex gave Ryan a half a glare. "Yes I do," he said, slight annoyance in his voice. Alex snapped before he could realize it. Before he could stop himself, all the thoughts he had on Ryan after that day that Edmund died, the ones that he had kept bottled up, all rushed out. "You know, my dad told me that you had gone crazy and killed Edmund yourself, he did!" Alex snarled. "I didn't want to believe him at first. I just pretended to to keep him quiet because he hated you two," he growled. Ryan just stood there and his older brother's rant continued: "You know, I'm beginning to think my dad was right and I was wrong to not believe him!" he continued, glaring at Ryan. "You're a mental and messed up son of Ares and that's all you'll ever be! You don't give a copper about anyone. Not now, maybe not ever. Not even when you were younger and knew us! Maybe you weren't our real friend at all, maybe you were just faking it, like everything else! Like you were fine, like you were nice after we tried to get you to be our friend. So what if my dad took me away? I had no idea he was doing it. If I did, you don't think I would of liked it, do you?! You didn't even seem to care at all that I was gone. You didn't even care to try and keep in contact or track me down when I left! Well you know what? At first I was upset that I was away from you. Well, maybe now I'm glad that I didn't stick around with you." Alex exhaled and glared at Ryan, who was just glaring back. All Ryan said to Alex after his entire rant about him was: "How do you know my dad is Ares?" With a glare and snarl. Not that he was claiming Ares as his father, far from it. He still hated Ares. Again, the things deep down. Deep down, he was getting torn. That rant had hurt. A lot. "Oh, that!" Alex snorted with a twisted grin. "I met up with your dear old mum!" Ryan gave him a confused look. Lila was his mom, and she was dead... right? "You know she's even crazier and off her rocker than you are," Alex snapped. "I had to stay with her for a few flipping months and it was like living in a torture house!" Ryan's mind froze. Torture house? That sounded an awful lot like.... "I didn't want to go there, but because of this stupid sight I have because I can see through the Mist, my dad kicked me out!" Alex growled. "You know, I probably upped my chances of having this ability to see through the Mist because of you!" Alex snarled. Ryan looked at him, his eyes remaining carefully blank and the mask of anger still in place. Even if Alex had become better and better at reading different sorts of expressions, Ryan was thinking he couldn't read anything but anger. "Meaning?" Ryan asked, trying to keep his growl and semi failing. Alex glared at him. "You don't have any idea do you?" he challenged. Of course Ryan had no idea. It wasn't like Kath would ever tell him. She had completely disowned him. "No," Ryan snarled, his eyes flaring again. "Unless you expect me to turn into a mind reader in less than five seconds," he growled, sarcasm thick in his voice. Alex glared at him. "We're brothers," he said icily. Ryan stared at him. "Half, of course," Alex said, rolling his eyes. It would be a real shame if they were full. "On Kath's side." Ryan stared at him; his mask of anger dropped and was replaced with a look of shock and confusion. "She lied, Ryan. Like she did with everything else," Alex said, his anger half melting. "Lila's really your aunt. Kath's your mom. She's mine too, I just learned a few months ago." Ryan just stood there and nodded.
Then Alex exhaled. "Sorry I snapped," he said stiffly. Ryan shrugged. "Whatever," he muttered, not really hearing Alex. "No... really," Alex grumbled, still feeling a bit on edge. Ryan looked at him. "Whatever, forget it," he said, shrugging. Well, that much hadn't changed about him. Now had to come the part that Alex had wanted to do. "Do you like it, here?" Alex asked. "At Camp?" he added to clarify. Ryan gave him a confused look. One: how did Alex know about Camp. Two: yet another person who was consulting him about this Camp issue. "Kath told me everything," Alex explained dully. For a few minutes, it felt like they were kids again. They had no idea they were related and they were good friends. Ryan shrugged. "I hate it here," he growled, typical him. A small smile flashed across Alex's face. "Want to come with me then?" he asked. "It'll be away and against the Camp," Alex explained. Ryan stared at him. "So... you're here just to recruit me for whatever or whoever killed the Hermes kid?" he growled, glaring at him. The spell broke. "No, I'm just offering you a reason to ditch this place!" Alex said. "Look, we can just forget what happened before and just start over... please?" Ryan looked at him, considering. He had a chance to just get his life back with his friend and now brother, turn his back on Camp and never come back. He could be against Camp, his other living Hades. Ryan looked down, still thinking. Something didn't feel right about Alex though. Maybe he had changed as much as Ryan had. "Please Ry?" Alex asked, turning his palms face up. Ryan turned his up and Alex couldn't help but stare. "Oh gosh, Ryan, what happened to you?" Alex asked, staring at all the scars that hadn't been there a long time ago. "Kath.... " Ryan muttered. "Why?" Alex asked. "Did you let her...?" he asked uneasily. Ryan shook his head. "After... you left... I, I couldn't focus... not with you gone and then me knowing I killed..." he stopped. Alex stared at him. "So... you did?" he asked, goggling at him. "Edmund," they both said. "I knew something was after him, but-but I didn't tell him...and- and we got into a-a fight and he ran... he ran straight into something that shot him..." Alex nodded blankly, that didn't matter right now. He wouldn't hold it against him. They were, after all, supposed to forget the past if they were to join eachother again. "So... what's your decision?" he asked numbly. Ryan inhaled, looking at the teen infront of him that used to be his friend. "I...I'm staying..." he said quietly. "Here," he growled, his voice normal; he nodded behind him, at the Camp. Alex looked at him and his face scowled. "Yeah, I get it, you choose them," he said, shrugging. "Yeah, I do," Ryan snarled. It may turn out to be the best or worse decision of his life. "Camp's been there for me more than you or Edmund ever were." Well, Camp for three years that never left and could never versus Alex and Ed for two years, both could leave and both did; so he had a semi bias. Oh gods, he couldn't believe he was saying this. He hoped to the gods none of the Campers were out here. If any were, he'd just shoot himself now. He'd never confess this to Camp or any Camper or any one from his world, ever. "Nothing I could say to change your mind?" Alex asked icily. Ryan looked at him, his eyes semi hurt. If he was honest with himself, he wanted Alex back. He had missed him so much. The demigod wanted him both as a friend and a brother, but he didn't think that could happen right now. They were going on opposing sides form his point of view, and nothing was a stronger divider than different opinions. Then an idea came to Ryan. "You...you could join us," he said, semi desperately. Maybe him snapping and angry at Alex from the beginning hadn't been such a great idea, but that was the way Ryan rolled. When he first laid eyes on Alex, Ryan was initially angry. Alex had left him hanging and everything, his feelings for wanting him back as a friend were buried very deep and had started to come out more and more as they continued talking. Alex glared at him. "That's not happening," he snarled. Alex now knew his alliance, and he wasn't changing. Ryan's heart sank; that was the last solution he could think of to get them on the same side. Both of them knew that hey had changed in personality. Maybe it was for the worse, maybe it was for the better, he had no idea. All Ryan and Alex knew that they were now on opposing sides. To Alex, Ryan was now an enemy. To Ryan, Alex was still a friend, he so wanted it to be true, but deep down he knew. He always knew; he knew it wasn't going to happen.
Well, there was nothing left here for Alex any more. All he had come to do was to try and convince a few demigods, but that hadn't happened. Time to just go back to where he belonged. He turned and looked towards the mortal side of the world. "So, where you going?" Tonelessly. "None of your business," Alex snapped back. "Nothing ever was." Anger was building. "Like you disappearing and me never knowing where the Hades you skipped off to!" Ryan, his glare and temper were both back. "You know I did try," Alex growled, whipping around. Ryan crossed his arms. "Apparently not hard enough," he snapped. Before he knew he was doing it, Alex had transformed the knife into a staff and aimed it at Ryan's head. Ryan was still slightly shocked and only managed to duck out of the way; the staff hit bare ground. The fifteen year old took out his sword again. "Trust me, you don't want to do this," the son of Ares hissed. The mortal glared at him. "One: I don't trust you; two: I really do," Alex growled back. He swung his staff back up and transformed it into a sword. "Want to join our side? We have cookies and fancy changing weapons," Alex snickered. "Oh, shut up and go back to preschool," Ryan growled. Alex glared at him. "No, I believe that's you. Who grew up with Kath for twelve years? You did!" Ryan lunged with his sword. Alex easily side stepped him. "Well you're horrible at the 'Never make the first move' rule," he sneered. Ryan rolled his eyes and just swiped at Alex's legs. Alex jumped back and hit his sword into Ryan's. Vibrations went up both of their arms; it hurt more on Alex's side than on Ryan's. "Hope you're happy now," Ryan growled. "You too. I'm much happier than you'll ever be," Alex snapped. They backed up from eachother and Alex went to swipe at Ryan's shoulder. The demigod sidestepped and went behind his brother, who turned on the spot and just managed to block a swipe to the leg by jumping sideways. Ryan swiped at his opposite leg and Alex back flipped, trying to land solid and get his stance back together. "Gods, you went out for acrobatics now too?" Ryan snarled. Alex shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much," he snapped. Then Ryan took a risky move. He threw his sword at Alex. Yes, he knew Kath said to never throw a sword. It didn't have the same properties as a dagger, blah blah blah. A look of surprise flickered over Alex's face. Kath had told him and had probably told Ryan over the course of twelve years not to do that. Then again, it was Ryan. He wasn't much of a rule follower at all. The sword wasn't aim, or thrown properly at all. Alex jumped out of the way, the sword barely an inch away from him. "WHAT THE HECK'S WRONG WITH YOU?!" he yelped, glaring at Ryan. "You want to get me killed?" he snarled. Ryan gave a slight shrug. "Well, I thought it was the main point here," he snapped, slightly flat and not really angry. Alex smirked. "Alright then, hope you won't regret this," he growled, referring to both challenging him and siding with the demigods. "You too," Ryan snapped, referring to the same thing. Alex changed his sword into a staff and waited, eyes narrowed. Ryan stood there; man, this felt like Dark Fighting only in the day lightly. Just standing there, statue still; finally his ADHD couldn't take it any longer and he charged. Alex moved so his side was facing Ryan and he'd make a smaller target. The demigod went to pull out a dagger and slash it at the mortal's hand. As he neared and was a second away from doing it, Alex over stepped so he was behind Ryan and then whacked the middle of his back with his staff, hard.
Normally, that wouldn't of hurt if he had had armor on. It would of just bounced right off, but when did Ryan ever have armor on? Only when things could get really serious, which was usually in the arena and training around Camp. Besides, not even ten minutes ago, he was just sitting on the boundary line thinking about why he was at Camp; he had no idea that he'd get into a fight. And even if he didn't have armor on, like now, it'd hurt, but not like this. At first he felt nothing, then he felt everything and screamed. It hurt, a lot; Ryan's back arched and he felt like it had been torn open and hit with a blade again instead of a staff. That's when he realized exactly where and what Alex had hit. The mortal had hit the beginning of Ryan's scar he had gotten from Edmund; the scar that his aunt... now mother, had injected something into. Without remembering doing it, he fell on his knees, then his side, hard. Ryan vaguely remembered trying to stop himself from falling, but not being able to move. Next second his mind snapped back from the shock and he tried getting up again. He couldn't move anything at all. Alex was standing a foot or so from him. "You got a fair warning, you know. From both of us, don’t you remember? Kath did tell you that you would become paralyzed if you didn't stay down long enough and heal from that sword whack you got, didn't she?" he said silkily. Ryan's mind half went into panic mode. He was paralyzed? For life? His face must of still been able to move and Alex must of read it. "Oh don't be such a wimp, it's not permanent," he growled, rolling his eyes. Then smirked, deciding to have some fun. "Depending on how hard someone hits it." Alex's eyes looked off to Ryan. He had finally noticed their glazed and blank look. Ryan managed a half glare. "What'd you or Kath do to me?" he said in a slight growl. Kath had said his spine had healed and his scar had healed as far as it was going to. The only other explanation to what had happened, was that needle that she had pricked him with. Then he realized he had talked. Well, at least he had control over his face and vocal cords, just not anything else. Alex shrugged. "I have no idea, looks like she started a poison dart business or whatever, I don't know. Only thing is, she injected you with something that made you have this reaction. All I did was stab you in the right spot," he snickered, smirking. Ryan rolled his eyes and exhaled, not knowing how long it would be before he could move again. A smirk flickered over Alex's face. "You know, I was debating weather to kill you or not, but I think it'd be much more fun toying with you and your friends in the future," he said with a snicker. "Have a nice day, RyRy. And don't die, I'd like to kill you myself." Alex turned, stepped over Ryan's body and started out. "Hey," Ryan called out. Alex gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes and turned around. "What?" he growled. Ryan tried to look at him best he could while he was on the ground. "Good luck...I hope you find what you're looking for and are happy, in the end," Ryan said. "Hope you don't live to regret it, and..." he continued. A slight smile flickered over his face. "I hate you," the son of Ares said, a slight tease in his voice. Alex looked at him and his eyes became slightly less blank for a second, then the blankness returned as fast as it had disappeared. "Hope you don't regret it either and hate you too," Alex said. He turned around and went out of the forest. Ryan just laid there, not believing that he gotten Alex back then lost him again all in less than fifteen minutes. After a half an hour or so, Ryan could move and got back up. He moved onto the demigod side of the line and just stared out. He didn't go back to Camp until after night fall.
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If you've stayed with me for all 6,084 words (according to the site word counter) Awesome! Thanks so much for sticking with me and I hoped I didn't waste your time or bore you or anything. I'm very sorry if I did. I hope you liked it
If not, if you just went straight down to the bottom, thought it was boring, scanned it or just read a paragraph and hated it, hoping it would all come to an end soon, its fine XD I won't be insulted, everyone likes different things and I just felt like I needed to explain this event.If you didn't read it and are interested, very basically: Alex and Ryan meet by the border, find out they're on different sides and then Alex leaves
I found a song for those who didn't read it and those who read it alike. If you didn't read it, it could sort of explain it.
I found this song after finding it for one of my other RPs, I thought it fit great for this situation as well:
Say Goodbye by Skillet It's to be seen through the eyes of Ryan
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