Electrical rampage - chapter 4
Days had passed at Camp Half-Blood. Four to be exact. Four days of sparring matches, laughter, and the familiar chaos that made the place feel alive. Demigods duked it out in the arena, flinging illusions and charms, exchanging teasing taunts and good-natured blows. Dionysus lounged nearby, swirling wine in a goblet and muttering under his breath.
"I love this camp," he said, grinning. "Flaws and all."
Some campers noticed the wind shifting strangely, the air tingling, but shrugged it off. Nothing unusual... or so they thought.
From the distance, something moved. Metallic, precise, unnervingly silent. A figure lunged at the unsuspecting campers, faster than any human should be able to move. Thunder crackled through the air as veins in the nearest demigods' legs pulsed painfully. One by one, they collapsed, convulsing before the robotic intruder's surge subsided.
When the first campers regained consciousness, fear had replaced their smiles. The robot stood over them, eyes glowing with electric fury.
"Where do I find your kind?" it demanded, voice crackling like a live wire.
Terrified, the campers pointed toward the heart of the camp.
Electrical moved with a terrifying grace, each step resonating with energy. He raised his arms, drawing in the storm around him. With a deafening roar, he slammed the ground in a meteorite strike. Electricity coursed through the earth, racing into the veins of anyone nearby. They fell, screaming in pain as their bodies betrayed them.
"Hephaestus... can you now be proud of that?" the robot hissed. "I bet you would."
From the trees, Lance appeared, leading his group in a defensive formation.
"Everyone else, get them out of here!" he barked. His eyes locked on Electrical as the robot turned, calculating.
"I don't need anything from you," Lance said, turning to Clarita and her group as they try to help. "Take them and go clarita."
Reluctantly, they began to leave, until the robot extended a hand. A bolt of lightning shot toward them, forcing Leyla to step forward.
"Jean, use your charmspeak," she whispered.
Jean's words twisted and bent the minds of the demigods, compelling them to retreat guilt tripping them to leave.
Lance gritted his teeth. "Where is Abyss when we need him?"
Dionysus, ever dramatic, flung a bottle of wine at Electrical. It glanced off harmlessly. The god hiccuped mid-attack,"oh abyss I think he's on Amazon island with Apollo"
Nova appeared, conjuring a shield just in time to deflect a lightning bolt aimed at Dionysus. She and Lance fought in tandem, each move complementing the other's, holding Electrical back.
"Like the old days?" Lance smirked.
Electrical struck, thinking he could end Nova with a direct electroshock. The move backfired. Nova absorbed the energy fully, her eyes sparking with power. With a fluid motion, she conjured a thunder spear and drove it into Electrical's left arm, breaking it with a satisfying crack.
"Hephaestus..." the robot hissed, voice trembling with anger and despair. "How can I, supposed to be your greatest creation... have flaws so obvious?"
Swift as lightning, Electrical struck back, knocking Nova away. Axel caught her before she hit the ground.
"Haven't Abyss told you never to get closer to that camp, Axel?" Lance asked, eyebrow raised.
"I'm here for my twin sister," Axel said, determination hard in his voice. Behind him, his team moved forward to reinforce the defense axel the leader of the Jupiter camp not a section leader no the leader of the whole camp as their system are different than half-born
Dionysus hiccuped again, swaying dangerously. Then, almost by accident, he extended his hand toward Electrical's body. The wine inside the robot's system reacted violently, short-circuiting internal circuits. Electrical convulsed and collapsed, inert.
As silence fell, flashbacks of the robot's past flickered in his sensors: moments of trust, of loyalty, of believing Hephaestus cared for him. And then, the cruel truth - a trophy, nothing more, designed to impress the gods, not to live or love. Rage, sorrow, and betrayal had fused into the weapon that had just threatened the camp searching desperate way to hurt or at least get the attention of Hephaestus
Jay Ironhand, son of Hephaestus, stepped forward. He knelt beside the fallen robot and whispered softly:
"You would be help for my lack of combat."
Whether he would face punishment for what he planned next, or whether the robot could ever truly be tamed, no one knew. For now, the storm had passed, leaving only questions, scars... and the faint hum of dormant power.