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The Immortal Heart	By : amandalee Category: 1 through F > Clash of the Titans (2010) > Clash of the Titans (2010) Views: 7819 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 51

Despite their overwhelming numbers, Zeus’ army was beginning to doubt victory was in their grasp. The titans, viciousness worse than their towering size, were beginning to win. Zeus and the giants may have recruited countless members of the animal realm to help him in combat, but so had Cronos.

Those thought to be harmless were suddenly an irritation turned deadly. Beasts panicked and broke rank at the swarms of biting flies and ants which arrived from the soil en masse. Repulsive amalgamations of different animal breeds carried surprises in their abilities and attacks and in little time the Olympian army was a spawning ground of chaos.

Amidst the confusion Zeus had seen every titan among Cronos’ army. He kept his vision alert especially for Atlas, and when he finally spotted him, anger filled his mind. After crushing the head of a lion in one fist, Atlas seemed to spot him back. Grinning, the evil figure grabbed at his own sex and licked his lips.

My thunderbolts will find you, my friend, Zeus thought, rage welling up within him, but you will beg for death before I am done with you. Until then, we must gain the upper hand.

The Olympian rushed out amongst the ranks, sword out and electricity flying off of the blade.

“Poseidon!” he cried out. The two brothers had been separated in the melee and when Poseidon finally called back to him, Zeus felt immense relief.

“Yes, Zeus?”

“How far can you control water?” he asked above the din as they reunited.

“What are you planning?”

“It may help us. Spread the word that we retreat towards the shore. Tell Chiron to do the same!”

Moments later, the army had changed direction and were heading for the sea. Zeus was uncertain of how great his lightning would remain depending on the distance he threw it, but if he had some assistance, perhaps the chances of victory would once again turn in the gods’ favor.

Running as fast as he could – and ignoring the sight of Chiron carrying Poseidon on his back – Zeus stopped when he was certain the shore was within sight.

“Brother!” he called out. “Bring the water to us!”

Poseidon looked confused as he hopped off of the centaur. “But what…”

“Do it!” Zeus roared. “Bring it to me! Send it toward the titans!"

Poseidon thrust his trident into the earth near the shore, summoning the power that had been granted to him with his gift. Rather than splitting the earth, a deep, rumbling noise began to sound from the sea, which caused a momentary pause in the raging battle.

Cronos quickly caught on to what was happening and raised a gargantuan hand holding his sickle, and pointed at his son.

“Slay him!” the titan king roared furiously. “The rat with the trident! I want him taken down!”

A stream of arrows were shot in the general direction of Poseidon, which the god easily dodged or deflected with his trident. Though eager to do their lord’s bidding, Cronos’ soldiers were thankfully not very good marksmen.

Poseidon’s lips moved without making sounds as he called for the masses of water to do his bidding. An arrow whistled past his head, grazing his hair, but the god barely noticed it. The water’s edge began to pull back from the shore in preparation for what was to come, and already a colossal wave was forming far out on the open sea. Poseidon smiled in triumph and admiringly glanced at his weapon. Moments like this one made his envy of Zeus and his lightning powers diminish greatly.

Poseidon’s happiness was brief. A giant fist suddenly knocked him aside and sent him sprawling into the sand. Cronos, obviously tired of incompetent henchmen, was determined to extinguish his troublesome son’s life himself.

Poseidon, air forced from his lungs on impact with the ground, writhed for a few agonizing seconds, desperate to regain his ability to breathe. He glanced at the wave, which seemed to spark the air back into his chest, and he inhaled, scrambling away before he could come within his monstrous father’s reach once more. The titans cursed at the god when they realized the wave’s approach was too fast, for curses were all they had time for. As the water raged through the wicked army, the titans stood their ground, but the creatures amidst them were knocked violently back by the wave.

By the time the sea water slowed, the insects were gone and the animals were floundering for composure. Only a few had actually drowned, and Cronos began to laugh at his son’s efforts, ready to crush him beneath his foot.

Chiron, standing on a patch of stones with the giants and what beasts were left, wished he could retrieve his half-brother from the fray, but he remained where he was. He waved his bow at Zeus, giving the signal. The leader of the gods stood in the rushing water with his foes, glaring up at Cronos’ smug visage.

“Laugh at your triumph while you can,” Zeus said, the gleam of hateful amusement in his eye as he raised his sword, crackling in the air like a beast driven mad, and drove it into the dirt.

A brief flash of white light appeared from where the ground had been pierced, but it quickly vanished, replaced by a current which surged out of Zeus’ arm, down the blade of his sword, and into the water, where it spread like wildfire. In the god’s mind, he could feel the lightning pulsing from his own heart, never ending and without mercy. Zeus felt no pain from the current.

The opposing army, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter.

The bolts of energy did not kill the titans, but their pain was visibly evident. Several were sent to their knees and backs, the pain was so awful. The smaller members of their ranks fared far worse, charred bodies sent into gruesome animation by the electricity.

The roar that burst from Cronos’ throat was enough to chill the blood coursing through his children’s veins, but it did nothing to revive the soldiers in his ranks that had fallen victim to Zeus’ clever devising. Ignoring the possibility of another lightning bolt being sent his way, the titan king charged. He did not even notice the body of a deceased satyr which was crushed to pulp beneath his armored foot. The only conscious thought in Cronos’ mind was to slay his children.

Chiron shot arrow after arrow at the gigantic creature quickly advancing toward Zeus, but even though all his arrows found their target, Cronos did not even turn his head to see who or what was causing the annoyance. To the titan, the arrows did less damage than the thorns of a rosebush would do to a god.

Zeus noticed his father’s approach, and the sensible part of his mind knew that in a close combat against Cronos, he would end up crushed like a bug. Yet Zeus’ pride stopped him from retreating and he sent a lightning bolt, this one weak in comparison, at his father.

The glowing coils of electricity only slowed the titan’s advancement but did not take him down. Cronos growled at the crackling source of pain, waving his arms around as though he were trying to chase away a stubborn fly.

“Zeus, you must retreat!” Chiron shouted at the Olympian leader. “Our weapons have no effect on him! He will kill you!”

Zeus paid no heed to the urgings of the centaur. If he were to die, he would die as a hero in battle rather than a coward on the run.

While the giants and their beastly comrades distracted the other titans in battle, Zeus was fundamentally alone with his father. Chiron managed to reach Poseidon, but Poseidon refused to move.

“Zeus!” he cried out, watching with terror as Cronos effortlessly picked the youngest god up with one hand. If the titan lord so wished, he could squeeze the life – as well as all vital organs – out of Zeus’ body.

“He would not want you to risk your life,” Chiron reminded Poseidon as the half-god pulled and pushed until he was able to make Poseidon move. “This is his fight!”

“He promised Hades he would return!” the god shouted back as he struggled in Chiron’s grip. “We have to do something!”

Something was indeed done, but not by Poseidon or Chiron. Sword still in his hand, grasped as he was lifted in the air, Zeus thrust the blade into the space between Cronos’ thumb and forefinger. Bellowing in pain, Cronos seemed more irritated now than in agony. He tightened his grip and Zeus was surprised he did not hear bones break. Changing hands so that his annoyance of a son could not retrieve the sword, Cronos smiled with self-satisfaction. He spoke with a voice that sounded like the breaking of brittle trees and the grinding of heavy boulders.

“I think it is time I finished what I started… my child.”

Opening his mouth wide, Cronos prepared to devour the one son who had escaped such a fate so many years ago… but stopped when he heard a roar which bordered on nightmarish.

Zeus had heard the roar as well and managed to twist in his father’s grasp just enough to gaze toward the sea, where it had originated. Nothing was visible yet, except for several large waves headed toward the shore. Water alone, however, could not have caused such a noise.

Cronos turned his attention back to his offspring. “Your brother cannot save you this time,” he said, once more exposing his jagged teeth. He had the countenance of the monstrous beast, crude and frightening.

“You cannot use a wave to sweep him off his feet,” Chiron told Poseidon as they both watched the imminent destruction of Zeus. “He is too strong.”

“It is not my doing,” Poseidon replied, just as flabbergasted as the centaur. “I don’t know what it is!”

Zeus’ body was already halfway inside the titan’s mouth when Cronos’ jaws clamped down on him, attempting to bite him in half. The armor wrought by the Cyclopes creaked but resisted the pressure… for now. To postpone the inevitable, Zeus fired a lightning bolt down his father’s throat, once again making Cronos’ teeth snap shut.

Poseidon was just about to ignore Chiron’s advice and sprint to Zeus’ aid – there had to be something, anything, he could do – when something immense broke the water’s surface and finally revealed itself from the depths. The object turned out to be a tentacle, which quickly wrapped itself around one of the titans, lifting the powerful being only to drag it into the sea the following moment.

Other titans only stared in bafflement at the sea where their comrade had disappeared. A few seconds of silence passed as members of both armies tried to decipher was exactly was happening.

Their question was answered with an explosion of water and cries of fear from both sides. Remaining beasts in Zeus’ army scattered for hiding places when they saw two tentacles shoot forward from the sea. After all, if the titans were afraid, smaller beings should have rightly been terrified.

Giant and titan alike ran from the searching limbs, and the attacker was not pleased whatsoever. It was obviously searching through touch only, and in order for it to catch its victims, it would have to see.

Cronos had stopped trying to bite his son in half when he heard the shouts of his army, much to the relief of Zeus, who doubted his armor could take anymore. Turning his head back again, the massive titan was confused for two seconds before realizing what he was seeing. The chaos of the ocean surface was not due to any attempts from Poseidon, oh no. A figure, possibly even bigger than himself, was reaching out from the water with long, thick tentacles, and was revealing the rest of its form as it rose from the depths. As water tumbled off of its colossal body, four immense arms stretched out from a muscular torso, godlike yet bestial enough to be monstrous.

At first Cronos assumed this thing had no head, but he was proven wrong when he saw a hood of flesh peel back and reveal an outlandish blunt skull. It opened its jaws, revealed several rows of bladelike teeth, and its dreadful roar filled the air again.

Zeus was relieved but also very surprised when Cronos’ fist released its crushing hold on him and let him fall out of the titan’s still gaping mouth. The Olympian leader landed in the wet sand like a sack of crops, and it took him some time to regain control of his mangled body.

Then he could see what had made Cronos drop him. The creature obviously responsible for the roar had finally emerged from the water, and Zeus’ first thought was that if this thing was controlled by Cronos, the battle was already lost.

However, as another enormous tentacle endowed with suction cups like some kind of octopus shot out from the water and dragged yet another titan to its doom, Zeus realized that his father did not command this gargantuan beast. In fact, Cronos was as surprised as he, if not more so.

Zeus’ survival instincts took over, and despite his fascination, he got to his feet and tried to scamper out of the creature’s reach, as the water beast obviously did not differentiate between members of Cronos’ ranks and Zeus’ own. It was only interested in finding things to devour, and it struck Zeus that for once, the titans’ superior size did not benefit them. Instead it made them more obvious targets.

Cronos did not try to stop Zeus from getting away. No matter his hatred for his youngest son, the creature now held his undivided attention. The titan lord’s sickle was in his hand, ready to separate flesh from bone.

This creature seemed to understand that one of his potential victims was not ready to run away. Instead he came towards it, weapon raised. This stranger wanted a fight.

The monstrosity was much bigger than Cronos, but he did not care. He knew of combat and had a well-practiced weapon in his hand, and this thing looked like it hardly had the intelligence to reason. Cronos was quick and strong, and he had confidence, as well as the will to triumph. He and his brethren would be feasting on this brainless mass for years.

“Poseidon, what on earth IS that?!” Zeus shouted as he reached his brother and half-brother.

“I don’t know,” Poseidon answered, grabbing the limping fellow god by the wrist and hefting him up to their level, where many of the beasts in their army had taken to hiding. Among the rocks, the giants were far too big to hide, and they simply stood amid their comrades, ready to defend the others should the enemy approach.

However, the other titans seemed more concerned with the sudden and unexpected help which had arrived in the form of the gigantic monster which now accepted the challenge brought on by Cronos. The titans began to attack their newfound foe, firing menacing arrows and striking with swords and axes, but whatever assault they attempted seemed to have no effect on the creature.

As he watched alongside his brothers, Zeus spotted a very familiar face in the fight and his comrades heard the crack of electricity which traveled over the surface of the leader’s skin. Atlas was present in the skirmish, still very much alive.

“Zeus, this isn’t the time,” Poseidon implored, having notice who Zeus’ eyes sought out amongst the chaos. “There will be a time for you to extract revenge on him. Now we must focus on staying alive.”

“Do not lecture me!” Zeus growled back, his anger increasing in magnitude. Suddenly he wished that Atlas would escape the creature’s deadly jaws simply so that Zeus could deal with the despicable excuse for a titan himself. Atlas had not one speck of honor in his form, and being devoured by a brainless sea beast was a far too easy end for a rapist and violator such as him.

“Zeus, you should…” Poseidon let his sentence trail off when he noticed his sibling's eyes trained on the scene unfolding before them.

One tentacle had already wrapped itself around Cronos’ waist and begun to pull him toward the creature. This particular titan, however, was even larger than his brethren and determined not to give up without a fight. The sickle wielded by Cronos was a fearsome weapon, and one strike was all it took to sever the tentacle restraining him.

The wounded beast gave a deafening shriek, and Zeus expected it to retreat to spare itself from further harm. Though clearly unused to prey that fought back, the creature quickly recovered from the blow. Endowed with three more tentacles and two strangely godlike arms, it grasped Cronos by both wrists, rendering the titan unable to deliver another strike with the sickle.

Before the titan could so much as struggle against his restraints, the beast took Cronos’ weapon wielding arm in its clawed hands and bit off the source of its wound.

A howl of pain pierced the skies, and all but the monster cringed at the awful sound. Cronos wanted to pull away from this thing which had caused him actual injury, but he could not. The beast’s grip was tight, and the lord of titans could barely comprehend that he had been dealt physical pain by another, even something as big as this.

Zeus glanced at Atlas again, who actually looked frightened. This caused a pleased smile to form on the god’s face. His enemy knew the battle was moments from ending, and it would not fall into the titans’ favor.

Raising his bow and arrow, the titan aimed upward, realized the monster’s eye was beyond range, looked around in a panic, and finally ran, clearly only interested now in saving himself and no one else.

Zeus made a noise of realization and took off before anyone could stop him. Poseidon called out for his brother in vain as the leader of the gods descended from the rocks and chased Atlas. Revenge would be in his grasp, and blood was on his mind.

Cronos cried out in anguish again when his arms were pulled from both sides by the creature’s tentacles. The monster did not stop, and steadily continued to pull. Clearly it would not stop until both limbs had broken from the titan’s body. In his final moments of cohesive thought, Cronos began to doubt his earlier judgment. Was this beast capable of intelligence, and if so, perhaps sick amusement?

Poseidon suppressed the impulse to chase after Zeus and instead focused on witnessing his father’s demise, slightly disappointed when the long-awaited euphoric moment of triumph remained absent. Zeus was clearly more interested in punishing Atlas for his misdeed than taking part in Cronos’ downfall, even though it had been their goal since the Olympian leader freed his siblings.

“Stay hidden,” Chiron warned upon noticing what went on in his half-brother’s thoughts. “Zeus can handle himself. You are in charge of our armies during his absence.”

“How could he just leave us at a time like this?” Poseidon hissed back just as the creature dropped Cronos’ armless as well as headless corpse into the sea. The titans that were still alive and present abandoned their posts and started running up the hill in pure panic, clearly uninterested in the outcome of the battle. All that mattered to them now was escaping the clutches of the monstrous creature that had slain their leader....

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