Chapter Seventy-Four: Having a Ball

Chapter 74

Having a Ball

That afternoon, Noah was with Jaxon in the bar in Percy’s house, reading him the reviews Sparaktikós received. Jaxon was furiously shoving down a glass of whiskey. He wore a silk black button-up shirt with a snakeskin pattern, black and red gradient jeans, and black chelsea boots.

Noah: “Lucid Death reviews said, ‘An excellent band with amazing vocals, a sexy music video, and a breath of fresh air. Five Stars.’ and Angry Metal Man said, ‘Finally some good fucking music! Four Stars.’ and Oubliette of Doom said, ‘After listening to mediocre forgettable crap like Steel Axe and absolute garbage like Sex Beest, this is a nice breath of fresh air. Deimos is a better bass guitarist than Jaxon. Five Stars.’ ”

Jaxon: “Mediocre forgettable crap… MEDIOCRE FORGETTABLE CRAP?!”

His voice rose.

Noah: “That’s what it said, sir.”

He pursed his lips.

Jaxon: “I KNOW that’s what it said! That’s the problem!”

He fired back. Noah sighed and folded the paper up.

Percy sauntered in.

Percy: “A cosmo, Noah. Please.”

Noah nodded and began to prepare his drink. He turned to Jaxon with a grin.

Percy: “The tickling video with Louis is selling like hotcakes, mon chéri!”

He purred.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! WHY?!”

He gaped at him.

Percy: “I don’t know, love. You look hot when you’re laughing, squirming, and being tickled?”

He laughed and shrugged. Noah handed him his cosmopolitan. Percy thanked him.

Jaxon: “That’s only hot when Celeste says it…”

He whined.

Percy sipped on his cosmopolitan.

Percy: “By the way, some Nariko Nakamura in Shin-Yamato really loves your tickling videos. She bought several of them and requested more.”

He swirled the cosmo in his glass.

Percy: “And bought a ton of your stinky socks.”

Jaxon’s eyes widened.

Jaxon: “Oh, fucking GREAT. Make this WORSE why don’t you!”

He huffed. Percy’s shoulders shook and he burst out laughing.

Percy: “Hey, my darling, why don’t you put on a stinky sock tease for your former fiancée?”

He wiggled his fingers.

Jaxon: “NO!”

He hissed at him.

Percy: “Even though this is making you money?”

He gave him the side-eye.

Jaxon’s cell phone rang.

Jaxon: “Gotta go, my Green Queen is calling!”

He grinned, picking up the phone.

Voice: “Hello, Jaxon. Your Green Queen has been kidnapped. We have her.”

A distorted voice on the other end replied.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! Who is this?! Where is she?!”

He gasped.

Voice: “We have her at The Behemoth Gymnasium. It’s on the outskirts of town. Come quickly if you want to save her.”

They hung up the phone.

Jaxon: “Shit! I gotta go!”

He scrambled to his feet, rushing out the door and to his car. Percy raised an eyebrow. What was that about? He wondered.

~

Jaxon’s car rolled into an abandoned gym about twenty miles from Pink Top City. It was a large building with “Behemoth Gymnasium” in peeled-off letters above the door. Not long after he arrived, Deimos’ black Ferrari Testarossa pulled up. The door swung open and Deimos stepped out wearing a Def Leppard tank top, torn jeans, cowboy boots, and a leather jacket.

Deimos: “What are YOU doing here?! Did you tell me you have Tristan here?!”

He bellowed.

Jaxon: “The fuck are YOU doing here?! Fuck no?! Did YOU kidnap my Green Queen?!”

He snapped back at him.

Deimos: “WHY would I kidnap my best friend, you fucking idiot?!”

He roared.

Jaxon: “Oh… then if it wasn’t YOU, who the fuck was it then and what are YOU doing here?!”

He huffed.

Deimos: “I received a call that Tristan has been kidnapped and he’s being held here!”

He snapped and marched to the gym.

Deimos: “Rosemary said he wasn’t there so this makes sense!”

He kicked the doors open.

Jaxon: “I got a call too! They told me Celeste was here, too! They didn’t say anything about your precious ice prince, or whatever!”

Deimos rolled his eyes.

They entered a spacious room with weight-lifting machines, dumbbells, punching bags, and other stuff that hadn’t been used in years as rust and dust settled on them.

Deimos: “TRISTAN?!”

He called out to him.

Jaxon: “CELESTE!”

He called out.

Deimos: “Celeste is at home! She hasn’t been kidnapped, idiot!”

He snapped at him.

Jaxon: “Oh yeah?! Mr. Perfect Ice Man isn’t here either!”

He pouted. Then it dawned on Deimos.

Deimos: “Oh no, we walked into a fucking trap!”

Darrel stepped out wearing a helmet and armor with flashing rainbow lights.

Deimos: “YOU!”

He growled at Darrel. He ran up to him to punch him. Darrel swung his whip. The whip curled around Deimos and Jaxon, binding them together. Then the whip shocked them. Deimos screamed out in pain as he was being electrocuted. Jaxon rasped and clenched up in pain.

Jaxon: “What the FUCK is this?!”

Deimos healed them both and the two collapsed on the ground, blacking out.

~

Deimos’ eyes fluttered open, and his vision was blurry. He clasped his hand over his head, and his eyes snapped open when he saw Jaxon beside him. He froze, turgid with fear, as he saw they were both trapped in a glass ball.

Deimos: “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

He scrambled to his feet.

Jaxon: “HEY! Why can’t I walk further?!”

He tried to walk but slammed into the glass.

Robin stood before the ball with a grin on her face. Gabriel, Oscar, and Darrel were behind her.

Robin: “Bonjour, Deimos, Jaxon! So glad you two gentlemen could join us!”

She clasped her hands, and her green eyes sparkled.

Jaxon: “Oh, no, not hypno chick again.”

He groaned. Deimos bared his teeth at her.

Deimos: “You goddamn bitch! You lured us out here!”

He pounded on the glass. Robin sneered at him and flipped her hair.

Robin: “With you gone, Tristan is mine and with Percy’s little lemming gone, he won’t have his little ‘sidekick’ anymore. Nice videos, by the way.”

She smirked.

Jaxon: “HEY! SHUT UP!”

He snapped at her. Deimos shook his head and trembled with rage.

Deimos: “YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TRISTAN! TRISTAN HATES YOU AND DOESN’T WANT YOU!”

He bellowed, punching the glass. He winced in pain and a purple glow surrounded him as he healed himself. Jaxon covered his ears to block out Deimos's yelling. Robin rolled her eyes.

Robin: “He won’t have you turning him against me and you won’t control him anymore.”

She flipped her hair.

She nodded to Gabriel and Oscar. They went to the ball.

Robin: “This ball will go into that pool.”

She pointed to a pool that went twenty feet deep. The color drained from Deimos’ face.

Robin: “In twenty minutes, a hole will open filling it with water. You two will drown.”

She held her hand under her mouth and laughed. Deimos panted and backed away.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! Are you crazy?!”

Gabriel: “See you in Hell, Deimos.”

He chuckled as he and Oscar rolled the ball. Deimos tried to roll it away from the pool, but Gabriel rammed his body against it, pushing it into the deep end. The ball floated away and slowly started to sink. Deimos tried to keep a cool head and think of a way out as the ball slowly started to sink. His worst fear was becoming a reality: death by drowning.

Jaxon removed his Chelsea boots, picking them up to throw them at the glass in an attempt to break it. Deimos groaned loudly when he inhaled his foot stink. He put his shirt over his nose.

Deimos: “Are you trying to suffocate me?!”

He rasped.

Deimos: “We have to conserve oxygen and you’re here making me choke!”

He snapped.

Jaxon: “Are you saying my feet stink?!”

He huffed.

Deimos: “Yes, Jaxon, that is what I am saying because it’s one-hundred percent true!”

He flared and fanned his face.

Jaxon: “It one-hundred percent ISN’T!”

He fired back.

Deimos: “Have you SMELLED your own feet?!”

He snapped.

Jaxon: “YES! Stop whining about my feet and help me break this!”

He huffed, throwing his boot at the glass again.

Deimos: “Your stinky boots are breaking my nose, not this glass!”

He gagged.

Jaxon: “SHUT UP!”

He rasped, throwing his boot at the glass harder.

Deimos: “Celeste isn’t here anyway… She’s at home watching that new video of that fat guy with a tiny head tickling your feet until you’re a blubbering mess.”

He huffed and sat down.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! SHE SAW THAT?!”

He rasped, ramming himself against the glass.

Deimos: “Yes, of course. She saw all thirty minutes of him tickling your feet until you started blubbering and begging and pleading him to stop.”

He said evenly.

Jaxon: “Fuck you! You’re just jealous because no one wants to tickle your feet!”

He fired back. Deimos froze and backed away.

Deimos: “I’m not ticklish anyway, so it wouldn’t be effective!”

He said tersely.

Jaxon: “Pfft, bullshit.”

He huffed, sitting down. Deimos rose and glared at him.

Deimos: “SHUT UP! You know NOTHING about me! I am NOT ticklish! This is why Tristan never tickles me and neither does Celeste! How dare you make that accusation?!”

He roared and stomped his foot.

Jaxon: “Woah, calm down, yeesh!”

He rolled his eyes at him, holding his hand up to his face.

Deimos sat down and exhaled sharply. He looked up at the water’s surface.

Jaxon: “I can’t believe I’m stuck here with you!”

He pouted.

Deimos: “The feeling is mutual. If we die, we die together. What did I ever do to deserve this terrible fate?”

He said dryly and hugged his legs. Jaxon huffed.

Jaxon: “Great, I’m going to a watery grave with you!”

Deimos: “And I don’t know if my healing powers can resurrect… I mean, I used to cut myself and my wounds healed.”

He cleared his throat.

Jaxon: “Ha, I don’t believe you can resurrect the dead. Once you’re dead, you’re dead! Must be convenient having healing powers.”

He said.

Deimos: “I think you’re right. And they are. I think it’s just as well I have these instead of cryokinesis as Tristan has or super strength as Celeste has.”

He declared.

Deimos: “What about you? Do you have any powers? I noticed you don’t get in pain around Maxx’s music, so I am going to assume no.”

Jaxon huffed.

Jaxon: “No, and I’m always in pain around Maxx’s music.”

He declared.

Deimos: “Maxx is a piece of shit and an insult to music, on that we can agree.”

He took a fidget spinner out of his jacket and played with it.

Jaxon: “What’s that thing?”

He asked.

Deimos: “A fidget spinner. Tristan got me this whenever I feel anxious, angry, upset, or overstimulated. They’re soothing for people on the spectrum. He has his own.”

He explained as he spun it around.

Jaxon: “How’s that gonna get us outta here?”

He asked. Deimos heaved a deep sigh.

Deimos: “It’s not.”

He replied.

Deimos: “I’m… scared.”

He admitted.

Deimos: “I always had a fear of drowning.”

He murmured. Jaxon pursed his lips.

Jaxon: “Why? Did you drown or something?”

He asked. Deimos paused.

Deimos: “When Dougal came to Pink Top City to visit Tristan and me, he filmed us in his… erotic pool scene.”

He said with strain. Jaxon twisted his mouth.

Jaxon: “Erotic? More like gross.”

Deimos: “And Dougal tried to drown me in one. He held my head underwater.”

He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

Deimos: “I was a minor, by the way.”

Jaxon’s eyes widened.

Jaxon: “He’s a kiddie-diddler?!”

He gaped. Deimos nodded soberly.

Deimos: “Yes, he groomed Tristan and me when we were both minors.”

He drew a long breath.

Jaxon: “That sucks…”

He offered.

Jaxon: “Well, if we make it out of this alive, you should hunt that piggie down and slaughter him.”

He grinned. Deimos smiled a bit.

Deimos: “I’d love nothing more, especially after what he did to Tristan those years ago.”

He hugged his legs tightly and growled.

Jaxon: “What’d he do to Tristan?”

He asked. Deimos looked away and grimaced.

Deimos: “He tried to rape him.”

He admitted with pain in his eyes. Jaxon shifted his eyes.

Jaxon: “Big fucking YIKES!”

He shook his head.

Deimos: “Yeah, and he was going to do the same to you, Fabien, and Tristan in his stupid pirate ship.”

He drew a long breath.

Jaxon: “I know… we gotta survive this so we can cook some bacon!”

He said with a determined glint in his eye.

Deimos nodded eagerly.

Deimos: “Yes, that’s right, and I want to spend the rest of my life with Tristan.”

He smiled a bit.

Jaxon: “And I wanna see my Green Queen again, so let’s get the fuck outta here!”

He grinned with determination.

Deimos: “The boots are not going to cut it. I am not saying this to be mean but it won’t cut glass.”

He explained and cupped his chin.

Jaxon: “Something sharp, huh?”

Jaxon’s eyebrows rose when he remembered their fight with the balloon monster. He unclipped his earring and tried slashing at the glass with it. Deimos gazed at him.

Deimos: “That’s an interesting idea but silver doesn’t cut glass.”

Suddenly, the lid covering the small hole opened, and water started pouring in. Jaxon recoiled and stepped back.

Jaxon: “Shit! Now what?!”

Deimos backed away and his heart thundered in his chest. He recalled Jaxon trying to cut the glass with his earring.

Deimos: “Silver doesn’t cut glass! Diamonds do!”

He said quickly as the water was up to their knees. Deimos removed his white gold diamond ring from his middle finger and started cutting the glass with it. He felt a rush of excitement as the diamond started cutting the glass. Jaxon’s eyes widened.

Jaxon: “Holy shit! It’s working! Keep cutting!”

He exclaimed. Deimos nodded and cut from the top to the bottom, slicing the ball open and releasing them into the depths of the pool. Deimos swam up and gasped when he swam to the surface, catching his breath. He gasped and panted, and then swam to the edge of the pool and climbed up. Jaxon gasped, catching his breath and swimming over to the edge of the pool, pushing himself up.

Deimos shrugged out of his leather jacket and flicked the water off it. He removed his boots and socks pouring the water out. He pulled his tank top off revealing his toned physique. He wrung his tank top, squeezing the water out. Jaxon unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it., revealing his physique and full dragon tattoo as he squeezed the water out of it.

Deimos unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down revealing his blue boxer briefs and flapped them. Jaxon pulled his jeans down revealing his red boxer briefs. Deimos withdrew his wallet and made a face.

Deimos: “I’ll have to go to the bank to get new bank cards.”

He muttered.

Suddenly, Trevor teleported into the room with Tristan and Celeste in his arms.

Tristan: “DEIMOS!”

He cried and ran to him, throwing his arms around him. Deimos was taken aback Tristan was here and with Trevor. Tristan and Deimos kissed deeply.

Tristan: “Thank goodness you’re okay! I was so worried about you when you didn’t return and Trevor told me Jaxon and you walked into a trap!”

He cried. How did Trevor know this? Deimos wondered. He smiled at Tristan, tracing his thumb over his cheek.

Trevor: “Trevor Hinkley! Teleporting for duty!”

He saluted them.

Jaxon: “Holy shit, I KNEW you’d come for me, my Green Queen!”

He rushed up to her, showing off his body. Celeste placed her hands on the wall of his chest.

Celeste: “Of course.”

Jaxon pulled her in for a kiss. She raked her fingers through his wet hair and kissed him back.

Deimos: “Tristan, I thought they kidnapped you! It was a trap set by Robin!”

He said doggedly. Tristan lowered his head and sighed.

Jaxon: “Hypnobitch is going DOWN!”

He huffed.

Trevor: “Oh my God, I saw your tickling videos on Fu’s Feet Links! I thought I nutted to them many times now!”

He said excitedly to Jaxon.

Jaxon: “Hmph. Gross.”

He huffed, swishing his head away from him.

Trevor: “Hehehe, I loved the part where you were whining and begging him to stop. I think I drained myself.”

He bit his bottom lip.

Jaxon: “Please. STOP!”

He hissed between clenched teeth. Trevor flashed the same perverted grin at Tristan. Tristan pulled a face and cleared his throat. Deimos glared at Trevor.

Deimos: “I will drive Tristan home and Celeste is probably going to want to hitch a ride with Jaxon, so you can go now.”

He waved his hand at Trevor.

Jaxon: “God, I hope I never see that fugly weirdo ever again.”

He shook his head at Trevor.

Trevor: “Maybe Louis O’Bryne can tickle you instead, M’Tristan!”

He giggled. Tristan shuddered. Deimos felt a surge of anger. he marched over to Trevor. Trevor gasped and teleported into thin air.

Deimos: “Good riddance. Only my hands will tickle Tristan!”

He folded his arms together and nodded. Tristan smiled and kissed him.

Tristan: “Of course, mon chéri.”

Deimos smiled at him and put his arm around him. Tristan traced his fingers over Deimos’ toned chest, biting his bottom lip.

Tristan: “And I’m treated to a lovely sight, too.”

He purred. Deimos reddened.

Celeste: “Wanna blow this joint? This place is weird and kind of creepy.”

She groused.

Jaxon: “YES! Let’s blow this joint and blow another elsewhere.”

He groaned and took her hand, leading her to his car. When he got outside, he started getting dressed, and Celeste walked to his car.

Deimos and Tristan watched them go. Tristan noticed Deimos wasn’t angry or objecting.

Tristan: “How did you get out? What happened?”

Deimos turned to Tristan and held him close.

Deimos: “Someone called Jaxon and me to tell us Celeste and you were kidnapped and being held here. It was a trap set by Robin. She put us both in a glass ball and we were trapped in there until I used this.”

He held up his diamond ring.

Deimos: “To cut the glass.”

Tristan nodded and held Deimos close.

Tristan: “I’m so glad you’re okay…”

Deimos: “It’s fine, Tristan! I got this! I’m your protector.”

He smiled and kissed him.

Tristan: “So why aren’t you angry with Jaxon or objecting that Celeste is going with him?”

Deimos paused.

Deimos: “Because I almost had a brush with death in the worst way possible and I think there are worse things to be upset about. I’m just… happy I got out to be with the man I love. You’re the drive I needed to get out.”

He confessed. Tristan beamed as his words melted his heart.

~

Celeste was in the passenger’s side of Jaxon’s car as he drove down the highway. She leaned on his shoulder as he drove. Jaxon smiled at her and drove with his arm over her. Celeste gazed up at him with her violet eyes. She always struggled when expressing herself and didn’t want to seem awkward or say the wrong thing.

Celeste: “I’m glad you’re okay, Jaxon!”

She blurted.

Jaxon: “Of course I am, baby. I’m a survivor!”

He assured her. She laughed softly.

Celeste: “Of course, you are.”

She took his hand and intertwined their fingers.

Jaxon: “And so are you!”

He grinned.

Celeste: “I always had to be.”

She sighed.

Celeste: “I spent the afternoon watching that video of you on Fu’s Feet Links.”

She smirked. Jaxon frowned.

Jaxon: “WHY?!”

He groaned.

Celeste: “Because.”

She smirked.

Celeste: “It was hot seeing you squirm, laugh, and beg for the tickling to stop.”

She purred.

Jaxon: “It wasn’t for me. I wish it was you instead of that guy!”

He laughed bitterly. She laughed her throaty laugh.

Celeste: “You want me to tickle you intensely for thirty minutes?”

She batted her eyelashes.

Jaxon: “Will it turn you on?”

He purred.

Celeste: “I got turned on by those videos, so you tell me.”

She smirked and trailed her nails over his chest down his torso.

Jaxon: “What?! With that big fat ugly guy?!”

He laughed.

Celeste: “Yeah! I loved seeing you laugh, squirm, and beg for the tickling to stop.”

She moaned.

Jaxon: “Is that so?”

He teased and laughed. Celeste’s eyes sparkled and she nodded.

Jaxon: “Okay, weirdo.”

He teased her as they pulled up at her home.

She rubbed his inner thigh, trailed up higher and stopped. She smirked tightly and kissed him.

Celeste: “Later…”

She purred and stepped out of his car. Jaxon sighed and watched her go. He kept his eyes fixed on her ass as it jiggled with each step.

~

When Jaxon arrived home, Percy had a big grin on his face.

Percy: “Bravo, Axion Jaxon! I knew you’d get out of that pickle!”

He clapped his hands. Jaxon gaped at him.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! YOU WERE WATCHING US THE WHOLE TIME?!”

He shrieked.

Percy: “Non, non, mon chéri!”

He wagged his forefinger.

Percy: “Trevor told me everything! Anyway, I have a surprise for you… It’s not your big surprise just yet but it will have to do, birthday boy!”

He collapsed his hands.

Jaxon: “Trevor?! That gross neckbeard guy?!”

He gaped at him. Percy nodded.

Jaxon: “What surprise?!”

He pressed him.

He heard the jingle of a cowbell and Louis O’Bryne placed his hands on Jaxon’s shoulders. He wore a cow costume with a cowbell around his neck.

Percy: “Louis wants to have some fun with you in the dungeon!”

He said breathlessly and snorted. Jaxon fumed at him.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! I’M NOT MILKING HIS TEET!”

He screamed.

Percy: “Oh, sweetie, this is nothing like that.”

He waved his hand.

~

Jaxon was locked in stocks with his ankles in the stocks and his wrists tied above his head. Louis came in grinning lecherously at Jaxon.

Louis: “Time for an udderly hilarious time!”

He crooned and waved a feather around.

Jaxon: “Fuck off til the cows come home!”

He huffed.

Louis: “You moo-ve me!”

He brushed the feather against his soles.

Jaxon: “Hahahahah FUCK RIGHT OFF! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He rasped through laughter. Louis vigorously swished the feather around his left foot and used an eight-row Wartenberg wheel on his other foot.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAH AAHA FUCKING STOP IT! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed hard, feeling his fury soar.

Louis bit his bottom lip and held up two cat massagers. He scrubbed those all over his feet.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAH AHA AHAH HOHOHONOOOH STOP!”

He rasped and thrashed. Louis grinned putting the cat massagers on a higher speed and scrubbing them all over his feet.

Jaxon: “HAAHAHAHAA HAA HA AH HEHE AHAHAA HA FUCK OFF!”

He laughed hard and wheezed in between laughing. Louis grinned.

Louis: “Now for something udderly divine!”

He taped the cat massagers to his soles and scrubbed his toes and in between his toes with electric toothbrushes.

Jaxon: “NOHOHOHOOHOH PLEAHAHAHASSE! DOHOHOHONT! GET IT OFFFF MEEEE!”

He wailed.

Tickles the Clown appeared behind him ticking his tummy.

Tickles: “Helloooo, sexy!”

He sang.

Jaxon: “NOOOOOOHOHOH NOT YOOOOOOU!”

He shrieked.

~

After twenty minutes of intense tickling Jaxon passed out, Louis panted and breathed heavily as he paid Percy. He glanced at a portrait of Tristain in the middle of eating a submarine sandwich. Louis’ eyes widened like saucers, almost bulging out of his head.

Louis: “OH MY!!”

He squealed and pitter-pattered to the portrait.

Louis: “Who is THIS gorgeous man?!”

He asked in a breathy voice. Percy bit his bottom lip.

Percy: “My ice prince, Tristan…”

He moaned.

Louis: “Can you get me a tickling session with him?! I will pay double, NO! TRIPLE!”

He exclaimed and wheezed. Percy’s gaped at him and a smile curled on his lips.

Percy: “My darling…”

His fingers drummed on his shoulders.

Percy: “I think my darling ice prince could use a laugh or two.”

He chuckled. Louis gasped with delight.

~

When Jaxon regained consciousness, he was in his bed, his back facing the door and Mickey curled up at the small of his back.

Jaxon: “Not again! I hate this Deja Vu!”

He groaned. Mickey jumped over him and curled up by his chest, purring. The door cracked open and Percy came in.

Percy: “How do you feel?”

He asked and sat on his bed. He had a small black case in his hands.

Jaxon: “How do you THINK I feel?!”

He huffed.

Jaxon quirked an eyebrow at the case in his hands.

Jaxon: “Is that another knife?! Are you going to stab me again?!”

He recoiled and trembled in fear. Percy smiled and shook his head.

Percy: “No, darling, this is your birthday gift. Happy birthday.”

He handed him the case and opened it. There was a single needle inside with a neon green liquid inside the syringe. Jaxon’s eyes widened at it.

Jaxon: “What is THAT?!”

He asked.

Percy: “It’s Ehtytrim.”

He said flatly.

Jaxon: “What IS that?”

He asked again.

Percy: “This is going to make you just like me, your ‘green queen’, my ice prince, and so on.”

He explained.

Jaxon: “OH?! Superpowers?! Gimme! Gimme!”

He grinned, holding his arm out.

Percy tied a rubber band around his arm. He plunged the needle into his arm injecting him with the serum. He injected all of the serum in and pulled the needle out.

After a few seconds, Jaxon felt a sharp pang of pain all over his body. It felt as if every inch of him was aflame. He grunted and tensed up in pain, feeling it pulsing through his body. He fell onto the floor convulsing in pain and lay on his stomach panting. Percy picked up the empty needle, placed it back into its case, and watched him.

Then, a red glow surrounded him and the bruises he had gotten from his fight with Deimos started to fade and he felt a tingling sensation as the pain left his body. Percy cupped his mouth. Jaxon’s eyes widened as he felt and witnessed the pain evaporate into thin air.

Jaxon: “Holy shit! I’m a healer!”

He announced.

Percy: “That you are…”

He whispered with a big grin on his face.

Noah came in with earplugs and a Sex Beest CD. Percy put in the earplugs and Noah inserted the CD into the CD player. He looked at Percy who nodded. He pressed play, and Maxx’s screeching vocals played. Jaxon winced and gritted his teeth in pain, feeling like his head was about to explode.

Jaxon: “ARGHHH! TURN IT OFF! YOU’RE KILLING ME!”

He screamed, falling to the floor and rolling around, cupping his ears. Noah turned it off. A red glow surrounded him again as he healed himself. Percy knelt to him.

Percy: “Welcome aboard, Jaxon. You’re a new man now.”

He crooned and pinched his cheek.

Jaxon: “This is what I always wanted!”

He grinned happily.

Percy: “And what do you want to do for your birthday, birthday boy?”

He smirked.

Jaxon: “I want a HUGE party with my Green Queen!”

He grinned.

Percy: “What a coincidence! I looked at your driver’s license and saw you two share a birthday!”

He smirked and rose.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, really now?”

He grinned bigger than ever before.

Percy: “Okay, I can arrange a birthday bash at the Noble Monarch Hotel.”

He cupped his chin.

Jaxon: “Fuck yes, let’s party down!”

He beamed.