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jflashandclash · 8 years ago

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Attrition of Peace

Twenty-Five: Ajax

“Because Dad Loves You More,

I’ll Put Your Face through the Floor.

Haiku that, You Bitch.”[1]

Warning! Graphic depictions of violence. Sad Pax baby. Unfortunately no weasels. But seriously, this chapter is the majority of the reason this book is rated M. Regardless, thanks for reading! :D

Pax felt like he’d really screwed up Alabaster’s Daily To Do List big time.[2] He imagined the first note was consistently: keep Jack from murdering people. When trapped under a net, Pax didn’t think he could do that. He wasn’t sure he could do that when he wasn’t trapped under a net.

Will Solace gasped in air. Although he couldn’t sing, he still must have had some healing capabilities. Unlike Piper or Annabeth, he managed to keep on his feet, mouthing the words to some song. Pax liked to imagine it was Steal My Sunshine.

Will fumbled in his medical fanny back, jamming something into his mouth—likely an ambrosia square. Then he tossed one to Annabeth and one to Piper.

There was no way Piper could ingest it. She’d collapsed onto the ground. The ends of her feathers were soaked in vomit. In the eerie cast of silver light, Pax could see a darker, thicker substance dribbling from her beautiful mouth. She clutched her stomach, her breath rattling like a hoard of tiny chipmunks were going nuts on… well, some nuts in her throat.

Jack stepped up and kicked the square from Annabeth’s outstretched hand. He’d never stopped producing the abominable screeches of song with the occasional retch of laughter.

“Stand apart and fall together.

Nothing ever lasts forever.”[3]

When they were back at Camp Othrys, Pax remembered how euphonic and soothing Jack’s voice had been. When they had nightmares, Jack would sing them back to sleep. Here, now, this shriek was that of monsters and machines. On the ground, beside the two withering from pain and expedited atrophy, Pax understood the emotion The Plague Bringer’s name conjured. It wasn’t happy.

Will had regained enough strength to whisper-sing a heal. As the words came out, Pax winced. It was a song Will probably sang to Nico when they were curled up. “Every time you kiss me, it’s like sunshine and—”

Pax could tell Will must have an amazing country voice when he was at full power, but he wasn’t. His voice was hoarse and sickly. He’d just gotten enough strength to notch an arrow on his bow. Pax wondered if he could even pull it back.

But Pax couldn’t focus on them.

Annabeth had collapsed onto her face. She stared at him with glassy eyes and mouthed the words, help them.

Yep, that was going to haunt him.

Pax scrambled, dropping the lollipop Will had given him. He rolled the net, snatched up the fallen ambrosia squares, twisted to Annabeth, and shoved the square into her mouth.

Beside him, he could hear Jack’s thrilled giggle as he hissed, “Have you ever had chickenpox, Will? Because I’m going to give you a late stage of shingles. I’ve been told it’s very painful.”

Something cracked beside him. The shattered splinters of a long bow exploded over Pax’s head and showered into the grass. Trying not to focus on it was like trying to ignore a goat licking your foot, but Pax twisted to Piper.

He also tried to ignore the liquidy thing that went squish as he knelt by her. The soil reeked of bile and iron. When he offered the ambrosia square to her lips, she sputtered out more spittle and blood.

“Holy Titans,” Pax sobbed. By this point, he was surprised he could still be crying, but he choked on tears. This was like a triathlon for his tear ducts. He didn’t want Piper to die. She was sickly pale and black nodes were sticking out of her neck. One had broken open, leaking something white and red down her neck and into her jacket.

She needed this ambrosia inside her system. But—

“Sorry-not-sorry,” he whispered and shoved the ambrosia square into the open sore.

Piper whimpered. Although she remained curled forward, clutching her stomach, she stopped vomiting. She tried to speak, but nothing would come out.

Now, on to the fun task: Jack.

“Because Dad loves you more,

I’ll put your face through the floor.

Haiku that, you bitch!”

Jack shrieked with glee.

Pax had to give him props for composing poetry while on a homicidal rampage.

When Pax glanced up, he saw Jack prepare to dive at Will. Not to say his surrogate father figure would lose the fight, but even a trembling, rash-covered Will could probably wrestle the pink-clad Jack to the floor. Will stepped backwards to brace for impact, holding a scalpel in one hand. His breath was raspy as he kept trying to sing.

Jack tossed his electric base to the side as he dove. The corner of the instrument was cracked. He must have used it earlier as a weapon. There was blood soaking his forearm, probably where Will tried to slice his wrist.

When Will’s foot made contact with the grass, he grunted in pain and stumbled, completely losing his footing.

Pax remembered what the Goddess of Mischief and Ruin said: Two demigods with one nail.

Will stumbled backwards and crashed onto his back. His shirt slid up, revealing red rashes encasing his torso.

His aim was off when Jack followed after him. Instead of cutting through Jack’s jugular—where Pax assumed he was aiming—his scalpel jammed into and through Jack’s cheek.

With the misstep, Jack smashed him into grass. When Will tried to withdraw the scalpel to jam it into Jack’s neck, Jack grabbed Will’s wrist.

“I’m going to heal you,” Jack shrieked with mirth as he straddled him, “And then I’m going to cut your foot open and give you accelerated gangrene so you can watch your leg rot!” He didn’t care about the hole in his cheek; something Will neglected to point out as a horrific misstep in clinical cleanliness. To be fair, Pax realized Will was distracted.

Jack spat blood into Will’s face. Will reached up to jam his thumbs at Jack’s eyes.

Instead of wrangling Will’s other hand, Jack dug his nails into the rashes on Will’s torso.

Will released the hoarsest scream Pax had ever heard, almost like someone had done chest compressions on a corpse for kicks and giggles. Will writhed in pain. Tears glistened on his cheeks. Although Pax felt like he was trying to scowl stoically at Jack, Will looked scared.

“That’s right, little brother. Because you’re one of Dad’s favorites. I just wish it was daytime, so Dad could hear you shriek and scream to die. Maybe I’ll give you appendicitis next. I’d love to feel your organs rupture.”

Jack jerked his head down and snapped his teeth into the rashes.

Will released another airy squeal. With Jack off balance, he bucked and managed to dislodge his older half-brother. But Pax could tell Will was getting too weak to fight back. He trembled violently from whatever fever he had and couldn’t seem to lift himself more than a few inches off the ground.

Someone tugged on Pax’s arm gently and almost made Pax yelp. He didn’t realize he’d been frozen in horror until Annabeth, sweaty and crawling, touched his arm. She’d cut a section of his net with her dragon bone sword.

The rest of her strength was spent by whatever illness she was suffering. Annabeth collapsed, staring at him.

Fortunately, Pax didn’t need to be a daughter of wisdom for this part.

He snatched up her sword, cutting the hole wider.

“Jack—Jack stop!” Pax begged. He needed to act fast. As soon as he’d squirmed through the net, Pax grabbed the closest thing to him—Jack’s ankle.

Pax pulled.

“Not ‘ha ha’ funny, Jack! Please stop—”

Jack kicked him in the face.

Pax flopped backwards, dropping Annabeth’s sword.

When Pax looked up, he could see Jack crouched. He ripped an embedded scalpel out of his arm. Blood spurted out. “You went for my brachocephalic artery, you little bitch!” Jack laughed. “Well, if we wanna play like that—Walk in the world, it’s so empty and dull—”

Jack reached behind himself and picked up his electric base by the neck.

From where Pax had landed, he couldn’t see much more of Will than where his legs squirmed. Pax scrambled to grab Jack as the child of Apollo hefted the electric base like a battle axe.

“In the land of the beautiful, beauty is cold.”

Before Pax could get close enough, Jack brought his electric base down.

There was a loud crack.

Will’s legs twitched violently.

The base broke at the neck. Jack snatched up the main part of the body and slammed it downward again.

Pax cried. He wasn’t sure what he was shouting at Jack, but he knew it didn’t matter anymore. This time, he slammed bodily into Jack, knocking him off his little brother.

Far in the distance, Pax heard a horrible wail of rage and pain.

This time, the loud crack came from the ground beside them as a fissure split open.

They had to roll to avoid tumbling into the crevasse of blackness.

“Oh no,” Pax whispered.

Somewhere, probably several houses down by how faint the call was, he could hear, “NICO! STOP!”

Pax dragged Jack to his feet. Although Jack grinned like a monster, Pax needed to get him out of here. First, he had to give Will ambrosia—or a smilie Band-Aid—or find the lollipop he’d dropped as a sorry my friend tried to kill you—

Pax glanced over at Will, hoping the electric base had been a glancing blow.

Tried…

Tried was the wrong word for what Jack had done.

A dark shade rose from beside Will’s body. All the grass around Will withered into dried shrivels. When Nico stepped out of the shadows, the intensity in his black eyes was more terrifying than anything Pax had seen from Jack… and clearly Jack wasn’t right in the head.

Nico didn’t look completely human. His form flickered in and out of shadow like the scattered reels from an old movie.

Pax cowered backward, edging around the fissure that Nico must have caused.

He thought he’d have time to tell Jack to run, even if he didn’t think Jack would run.

Nico leaned forward to sprint—

--disappeared into shadows—

--and reappeared beside the Plague Bringer with his sword drawn.

Jack couldn’t sing a single verse.

Three feet of stygian iron sliced cleanly through his neck.

A thump hit the ground by Pax’s feet.

A second later, Jack’s corpse crumbled.

Pax opened and shut his mouth. That happened so fast, he wasn’t sure he’d seen it. Faintly, he thought he could hear Jack singing about losing his mind over love, but that couldn’t be right. Jack’s vocal cords were too far from his lungs to do that.

Nico turned to Pax. Sort of. His form fuzzed in and out of shadow. Pax remembered Will—back at camp—cutely fussing over Nico for using his powers, scared Nico might puff into moonshine, vapors, and Halloween decorations. The thought of the sunboy’s happy disposition contrasted with Will’s current smashed and bloodied face…

Pax tried to think of how to talk his way out of this. I didn’t—So, I know this looks bad, but you don’t really want to wish me out of existence, right? I really am thinking about your own good…

But Pax didn’t have to. As soon as he took another step backwards, a skeleton hand shot out of the dirt, anchoring his foot.

Nico’s sword slipped out of his hands. Really, through was a better word.

Then death boy froze like a statue.

The skeletal hand slackened on Pax’s ankle.

A woman laughed—someone he’d heard earlier that night.

A half-mummified, half-blood drained shade shifted into Pax’s sight: Melinoe.

Her blackened stump of a hand clenched beside Nico’s stiff form, like she’d wrapped him in bubble wrap and held the ends there. “Percy can’t save you this time, Nico,” she hissed. “In this condition, you’ll make the perfect shadow bridge for my ghosts to come in their true form.”

Pax thought Jack’s singing was getting louder. “Shut up,” he whispered. In the distance, from the same direction he’d heard the shouts, several figures were rapidly approaching.

“L-let him go!” Pax snapped at Melinoe.

She hissed out a laugh. “Oh, if I do that now, he’ll disperse into shadows. Now,” she spoke louder as the others grew near, “Thank you, Ajax. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Song inspiration: Entire scene was conceived listening to Hollywood Undead’s Disease, but the scene was written to Aria—inflammation (Kill Bill music video), Dear Alice—Arai Tasuku (Fake-AMV/MAD) and Sufjan Stevens—4th of July (Tokyo Ghoul “Why do you Cry?”).

Footnotes:

[1] Like father, like son.

[2] Mel Beta Note: I feel like Pax’s existence messes up all of Alabaster’s lists. “I didn’t plan to do this, didn’t plan to do that, I didn’t plan to question my sexuality….”

[3] This, and the quote about beauty later, are from the song “Disease” by Hollywood Undead. This is also the song Jack is strumming when he introduces himself in the last chapter.

#The Attrition of Peace #Traitors of Olympus #PJO #HOO #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #fanfiction #Pax #Will #Nico #Melinoe #Jack #Annabeth #Piper #Death of a canon character #Death of an OC #oh shit--did I say there are TWO deaths in this book?

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infotou-blog · 6 years ago

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Athlé Conseils groupe administré par 13 coachs

Le tout nouveau groupe inédit en France , Athlé Conseils spécialement conçu pour vous tous

Farouk Madaci a rejoint l'équipe des 13 coachs du groupe Athlé Conseils

Vous préparez un 10 kms, un semi , un marathon ou bien un cross , un trail et vous vous posez des questions sur votre entraînement ou bien vous désirez un conseil , alors le groupe Athlé Conseils est vraiment conçu pour vous ...

✔️ Kamel Bouzes fera parti de notre équipe de coachs du groupe Athlé Conseils Je cours depuis l'âge de 4 ans. L'esprit entraîneur depuis très jeune car déjà en sport étude je donnai la main à mon entraîneur. Ancien athlètes de haut niveau sur cross,800 et 1500. Cadet junior. Puis blessure extérieur qui ma écarter de l'athlétisme. J'ai vraiment commencé à entraîné il y a 6 ans. . ®️J'ai intégré l'équipe Techniques Régional PACA rapidement. Puis j'ai passé mes diplômes. 1er et 2 iem degrés demi-fond marche. 1er degrés hors stade. CQP entraînement. DU Rééducation Fonctionnel. Chef de projet du 1er pôle médico-sportif d'un hôpital à Arles. Entraîneur du club de TARASCON Athlétisme. Et plusieurs athlètes d'autres club en France et à l'étranger.

🐾🐾 Gérard Martin fait parti des administrateurs coachs/entraineurs qui alimenteront le groupe Athlé - Conseils Entraîneur FFA 3ème degré. Ancien coach de Pierre Levisse et Raymond Pannier et du VRC92 durant 25 années (Président et entraîneur). 2 h 22'40" sur marathon, 8'54" sur 3000 m steeple, 29'45" sur 10000 m.

🐾🐾 Farid Laribi fait parti des administrateurs hommes coachs/entraineurs qui alimenteront le groupe Athlé - Conseils Farid a une Licence Entraînement Bees 2eme degré Athlétisme DU. Préparateur physique Ufrstaps Dijon "Cometi" Bees Activités pour tous Bees 1 Métiers de la Forme BP diététique et Nutrition sportive encadrement à plusieurs reprises des stages demi-fond à Monte Gordo en tant qu'adjoint de Pascal Machat sur les équipes de France jeunes. 2 sélections sur les Championnats d'Europe Juniors (Grosseto et Riaiti). Coach deli-fond.

Nous n'acceptons pas les articles du net car dans ce cas là il n'y aurait aucun échange avec les coachs et l'intéret de ce groupe perdrait en crédibilité et deviendrait un groupe banal . Tout le monde peut soi même chercher un article sur le net mais chaque article sur un même sujet peut être différent donc ce sera toujours le doute dans votre tête. C'est pour cette raison que j'ai réuni les meilleurs coachs de France et je n'ai pas peur des mots , afin que les meilleurs échanges peuvent avoir lieu et surtout d'analyser et trouver les meilleures solutions . Les photos et vidéos ne sont pas tolérés car le but pour les 13 coachs et de ne pas trop chercher vos questions ou demandes de conseils noyés dans un tas de photos ou vidéos , nous recherchons la simplicité et la clarté sur ce groupe qui est inédit en France et donc un peu décalé par rapport à tous les autres groupes d'Athlé . Je vous remercie à toutes et tous de votre compréhension Sportivement ( nanar )

🐾🐾 Carmen Oliveras fera parti des administrateurs coachs/entraineurs qui alimentent le groupe Athlé - Conseils Les filles seront plus à l'aise pour échanger avec Carmen alors ne faites plus les timides 😂😂 Carmen a tenue à vous laisser ce petit message . " Merci de m'accueillir au sein de la communauté. Mon but sera de répondre au mieux à vos questions et à vos attentes. Actuellement, coach sportif et toujours athlète. J'accompagne essentiellement des coureurs qui préparent la route allant du 10 km au marathon. Ma phrase fétiche " je suis sérieuse sans me prendre au sérieux".

Lien du groupe : https://www.facebook.com/groups/1180376532109436/

🐾🐾 Ophélie Claude-Boxberger fait parti des administrateurs qui alimentent le groupe Athlé - Conseils Sa grande expérience au niveau international est un excellent atout pour le groupe ... Spécialiste des épreuves de demi-fond, elle a obtenu 4 titres de championne de France espoirs sur 800 m et 1 500 m et deux sélections en équipe de France jeune, avant de devenir championne de France Elite en salle sur 1 500 m et en plein air sur 3 000 m steeple en 2015 puis en 2018 ainsi que 6 sélections internationales A avec l'équipe de France. Elle est la fille du spécialiste des courses de fond Jacky Boxberger

💢💢 Je cherchais un préparateur physique et le profil de Benoit Ligier m'a beaucoup intéressé . - Master préparation physique mentale et réathlétisation - Diplôme universitaire européen de préparation physique - Entraîneur de l'école d'athlé au demi-fond et en escalade - Préparateur physique en patinage artistique et danse sur glace

🐾🐾 Irba Lakhal fait parti des administrateurs coachs/entraineurs qui alimentent e groupe Athlé - Conseils mais occasionnellement vu son emploi du temps trés chargé

🐾🐾 Valentin Foret fait parti des administrateurs coachs/entraineurs qui alimenteront le groupe Athlé - Conseils Valentin est entraineur 2ème degré demi-fond -formateur demi-fond ligue pays de loire -Dejeps Athlétisme Le groupe sera ouvert officiellement une fois les 5 ou 6 administrateurs en place

🐾🐾 Christophe Runner a rejoint les administrateurs coachs/entraineurs qui alimentent le groupe Athlé - Conseils Coach depuis plus de 20 ans Entraineur 2ième degré FFA Habite à la réunion depuis 8 ans 29'49 sur 10 kms 1h05'17 sur semi

✔️ Hatem Meftah Swaieh rejoint le groupe Athlé Conseils Kiné ostéopathe (diplômé d'état ) FFA entraîneur demi fond- marche (diplômé d'état ) Depuis plus que 20 ans ✔️ Double médaillé de Bronze aux championnats du Monde de marche les 19 et 25 mars 2017 à Daegu sur 3000 et 10.000m Le bronze en individuel et l'argent par équipes avec la France, sur la même course de 30km sur les championnats d'Europe en aout 2017

Champion du Monde du 10 kms marche 2019 et 3ième au championnat du monde du 3000m 2019

🐾🐾 Guillaume Laroche a rejoint les administrateurs coachs/entraineurs qui alimentent le groupe Athlé - Conseils

Guillaume Laroche Coureur à pied depuis plus 12 ans, passionné d'ultra distance et particulièrement de 24 heures (champion de France 2015 et actuellement en équipe de France) . 6 marathons à mon actif et record à 2h57 à Paris en 2017. Entraîneur hors stade 1er degré depuis 2016 dans mon club, j'ai emmené depuis 2 ans plus d'une vingtaine de coureurs dans leurs objectifs. J'ai comme modèle Bruno Heubi qui est à mes yeux un des meilleurs entraîneurs.

🔴 Pour que l'équipe soit complète j'attendais de trouver un coach spécialiste de Triathlon et c'est fait . Donc Thomas Leboucher a rejoint les coachs du groupe Athlé Conseils mais occasionnellement je suis diplômé BEESAN (brevet d'état en natation) Et BF4 (brevet fédéral entraîneur triathlon) J'ai 37 ans et je pratique le triathlon depuis 20 ans. Je suis originaire de Normandie mais depuis 5ans je suis en Savoie prêt d'Aix les Bains et licencié au club de Chambéry triathlon. Je suis passé par tous les formats de course en triathlon (du xs à l'Ironman) en passant par les circuits d2/d1 triathlon et duathlon. J'ai tenté l'aventure Pro sur le circuit IM pendant 2 ans et mes meilleurs résultats : 4ème sur le 70.3 Luxembourg / 8h42 IM Barcelone. Mon palmarès : Top 20 sur le championnat de France / Top 10 championnat de France u23 / nombreuses victoires et podiums regionaux...

PARTAGEZ AU MAX

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dynamoverlagracing · 6 years ago

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RACE REPORTS: EASTSIDE TRIATHLON and ELLENSBURG TRIATHLON...getting somewheres...!

THE SWIMS...and T1s

Well, shit. I don’t remember much about The Eastside Tri swim course, except that it was the Super Sprint I did, a very short (400m and change) course; there were a lot of slippery rocks and feathery plants under the surface of the water - Lake Sammamish, south shore. I think the more I swim with front pack folks, the more I will have to deal with elbows and legs, kicking, and people trying to swim over me, etc. Now, don’t get me wrong: I don’t have ‘front pack’ speed, really; I swam my pottering 2:00m 100s, nothing to brag about, but for the Super Sprint Triathlon, a Sprint with a tinier swim which swimhaters often opt for, I was up there. 5th fastest swim, and a :42. I felt it was fairly easy T1, relaxed, and those couple of seconds which separated me from the first fastest T1 wouldn’t have mattered in the end for placing (thankfully!). At Ellensburg, the swim is always really nice, and really short (definitely shorter than the declared 400m, which is nice, because I can tell people I PRed at that distance (6:32 for the 400m swim course... :P). Sort of... More concrete of a statistic is that I improved upon the previous year’s swim on the same course/same race by 40 seconds!! Anyway, it is what it is. I improved. It’s an easy swim course which exits pretty close to transition, which I appreciate. My T1 at Ellensburg was 5th fastest, and only ten seconds or so off of the eventual winner’s (2nd fastest) T1 (also a PR for the T1 from the previous year, by over 30 seconds!).

THE BIKE

Well...I gotta say I’m not a huge fan of the Eastside Tri bike course. It didn’t feel great, and I think that has more to do with my own less-consistent bike training (mostly high-mileage, 100+m weeks) since the beginning of June (because of working more - le sigh!), but, that said, it was quite narrow, tucked along one side of a two way country road, only like 6 foot wide lanes between orange cones for huge chunks of it, lots of turning, etc. Kinda boring, but it’s all that technical, narrow shit which I thought wasn’t great, esp. when you’re careening back to T2 and slower, fidgetier folks are coming out, and there isn’t much room for error as you pass at a combined 35+ MPH.

At Ellensburg, it’s just brutal. Like it always is, and I trained for it. You basically ride a false flat into a headwind for the first half (8ish miles) and then blast back a slight downhill with a tailwind all the way back to T2. My bike at this year’s race was an improvement on the previous year’s, which is great; it didn’t feel that much better than 2017′s, but it was a Second-Overall performance on the bike (behind the eventual winner). I knew what to expect, and just methodically churned a large gear at an easy cadence (rather than exhausting myself with higher cadence like I had done the previous year) the whole way, and then maintained the perceived effort of that as the wind pushed me along on the way back. I seem to remember going faster with the tailwind the previous year (2017′s 31+ MPH versus 2018′s 28.5ish) but in the end the overall effort felt easier, and I went faster by 1:15mins. Hoo-ray! I cruised into T2 fully prepared and feeling good.

THE RUN

At Eastside Tri, the run was very nice - dirt path through tall grasses beside the lake, winding, sort of easy to get distracted by the beauty of the park on that somewhat overcast day. I actually felt a bit sore, and about 400m from the finish my quad cramped up - cop that up to overtraining or too much intensity too close to the race (I think I ran the day before...twice? can’t remember exactly...). Anyway, still posted a 6th fastest run overall, and respectable per mile in the upper sixes. At Ellensburg, I came off the bike so prepared (and already in 2nd place Overall) that my running was maybe too easy? I was passed at about 1.5 miles by a high school cross country kid who was chugging out 5:45s, and I deserve it 100%. I stayed in front of everybody else, but my run was slower than 2017 by about 50 seconds. So... maybe my 1:15 improvement on the bike cost me 50 seconds in the run...? Could be; still a net improvement. Add that to the improvement on both T1 and T2, and the swim, and I still managed to move from 7th OA, 1 AG in 2017 to 3rd OA, 1 AG in 2018. It was great! You never can account for those high school cross country kids dipping into triathlon...They’ll come and go, won’t they? Anyway, I knew from this race that my offseason would require some run focus and swim focus, and my spring leadup some huger, denser bike miles.

#triathlon podium topthree sports running triathlete

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