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It was with reluctance that Briareos took Poseidon's call. He could have done it openly, but Poseidon looked as if he was determined to keep this a private matter which unnerved the slender giant. Compared to Poseidon they stood almost identical in height, their weight sizes grossly different though Poseidon was no slouch. He was more powerful which meant he flaunted it continously in Briareos' face. Not only that but the Olympian had just traded Briareos from one prison to another.

There was no hate for Briareos to latch onto. With Kymopoleia's rage it gave him something to familiarize with. Something he was used to feeding off of. The less he had to do with her though, the more he settled back into his daily rituals the less inclined he felt to hurt. It was then that Briareos settled more easily into his human skin. The parade of power all around New York did give him an ounce of strength but it was nothing in comparison to who he really was. The world would see a monster, he would miss the monster because it was his natural form.

It was a little over midnight by the time the plane landed on the ground. Nearly thirteen hours later from when they'd first boarded. Poseidon did have business to attend to, but nothing at all that was reputable to his company. This wasn't a banking investment, this was a murder waiting to happen. Briareos knew it. He was tired of fighting it. The less he had to do with any of them, the more it seemed to tip off the power hungry sea king.

The park was desolate now. Loads of open space without a soul to see. That had been Poseidon's plan from the get go. Who else would miss a lithe tattoo artist from New York? No one would even know he was missing or skip a beat to think he'd not moved back to California. The silence was the most chilling when it used to be the only sound Briareos understood.

"Why bring me here?" Briareos asked as if it were a death sentence. "Take me from one prison to another. No different than the father before you." Or his own. He searched for some kind of hate to link himself to, but there was none. Poseidon was toying with him. This was no more than a cat and mouse game because death was too easy. Poseidon was going to make him earn this, and honestly the Hekantonkheires didn't have the strength to put up a fight. Not anymore.

Poseidon grabbed his shoulder, hand digging into the bony meat that held what was left of Briareos together. He dragged him with him as if the man had been on some sort of leash. "Giving up already?" he said through gritted teeth. "Come on now," he clicked his tongue. "I want to hear you squeal." Poseidon had his own selfish reasons for eradicating his once favored son, but Briareos had proved to be a thorn in his side. In the Olympian's mind he blamed him for the deterioration of his relationship with his daughter. It was a hypocritical thing to think considering he'd first drug him out in the open to settle her. He'd known from the beginning she despised the giant, but now he did as well. He played the double-edged sword, and Briareos had crossed the wrong end.