|Son of the God of War
Author: DriveMaxUltraDynamoZord PM
An alternate timeline that I have started after God of War 1. When Kratos tries to start a family again in the 21st century, his son is called and while he trains, he meets his first love. Unfortunately, Kratos doesn't like it. What will happen?Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 5 - Words: 16,213 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 03-18-11 - Published: 01-26-11 - id: 6689580
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God of War: The son is born. Chapter 1…
Timeline: This is supposed to be an alternate future after Kratos is declared God of War. That's all.
I'm Kyle, the son of Kratos, the God of War, the Ghost of Sparta, whatever else he's called. My mom and him got together way after the years of Ancient Greece. Kratos, I mean, Dad, sorry for that… met her while she took a trip to Greece. He had seemed like an okay guy at the time, but he turned out to be too violent for her tastes and she nearly left in a hurry, but Kratos had found out and raped her violently. She had come back to the U.S. badly scratched. No one believed her story, but they knew the person was somewhere in Greece. I believed her, though. It seemed convincing enough. She described it all in such detail that it creeped me out. This Kratos guy was my real father? No way. Uh-uh. Well, I found it all out later from him in person. How? Well…
My mom and I were on a cruise out in the Caribbean. She was very jumpy and thought that this might have calmed her down, but I knew she was hiding something. She never stopped being so jumpy the whole trip out. I finally confronted her after being out on the docks.
Kyle: "Mom, what is wrong, huh? I know about that Kratos dude, but this has gone out of hand."
Mom: "Kyle, he talked to me at work through my cell phone. He said he was coming for you."
Kyle: "Say what? No. He probably has better God of War stuff to do than to meet me in person. What purpose would he have for an 18-year-old such as me, even if he was my dad?"
Mom: "But, he meant it. I'm afraid he'll take you away from me."
Kyle: "Mom. Calm down. I'll stay with you. Nothing's going to happen." Boy was I wrong.
Mom: "I don't know anymore, son. I just don't know." Tears were being shed from her eyes. I literally had to hug her to get her to stop crying for me. She scares me when she does that and its saddening for me, knowing if Kratos was real, and he did this to her. This is the reason I stay with her and not go to a college dorm. Later that night, however… as we were having dinner…
Kyle: "See, Mom? Nothing's going to happen. I told you he had more important stuff to do."
Mom: "You're right. We can enjoy this dinner in peace here. What am I worried about?" She was still jittery, but was more calm than usual, so I let it slide. As the show continued into the night, however, a creature, shaped like a human, jumped onto the stage, roaring. It was an Olympus Sentry (I found out later)!
Mom: "A sentry!"
Kyle: "Sentry? What?" Mom grabbed my arm, and started running, but more sentries got in our way. She gasped, and I, for some reason, felt angry, not scared, like I thought I should've felt.
Kyle: "You think you can interrupt my Mom's first real peaceful night?" I grabbed one sentry, and threw it into the other one, not even trying.
Mom: "Thanks, honey!"
Kyle: "Whatever! These things are going to ruin your night, and I don't want it!" I ran ahead, finding another sign of Sentries invading the boat. They turned to see me, and charged.
Kyle: "I've had enough of these things!" I grabbed one, ripping it in half, then threw both halves into more coming sentries. I was using punches and kicks against them, like I knew what to do. I just had the physical brute force to do it, too. I just knew I could. Mom was astounded, seeing me do all this.
Mom: "Honey! We have to keep… AGH!" She was grabbed by one, and was being dragged by it.
Kyle: "NO!" I ran for it, and grabbed its head, flinging it back down the hallway. It got up, pulling out its sword. I gulped. No WAY can I handle a guy with a sword.
Mom: "Kyle, run! Kratos is here somewhere!"
Kyle: "Not that I've seen, Mom! These guys are not going to ruin your night!" I was trying to hide my fear of the sword from her, but she probably noticed by now. The sentry charged, swinging the sword through the hallway runnning towards us. Suddenly, a hand grabbed it by the midsection, and ripped it in half, like I had to another one. The ripper was bald, had a red line going down the left side of his face, and was only wearing a ripped toga, I suppose. He also had sandals, and small blades were hanging on his back. His skin was pure white! WHITE! The actual color, too, darn!
Man: "It's taken me eighteen long years, but now, I've finally found you."
Kyle: "Who in the hell are you?"
Mom: "Kratos?" He turned his head towards my mom.
Man: "Lisa, is this your son?"
Man: "YOU LIE!" he pulled out his blades, readying them to attack. She screamed, and I got in between the two of them.
Kyle: "No. You aren't going to hurt her!"
Man: "Stand aside, son! I have business to finish!" he pushed me aside. He called me 'son' like I actually was his son. But I wasn't going to stand for that! I got up, and grabbed one of his arms. He turned his head towards me.
Man: "I said to stand aside, boy!" I punched him in the face after that. He fell backwards, and fell towards the wall, landing on it.
Kyle: "I'm not a child!"
Man: "You seem to have the inattentiveness of one. I will only ask you once more. Stand aside!"
Mom: "Stop this, Kyle! That's Kratos! Your father!"
Kyle: "I'll accept his name's Kratos, but no man should strike down a woman like he's attempting to do!"
Kratos: "Kyle, stop. It's true, first of all."
Kyle: "Show me some proof, man!"
Kratos: "You want proof?" He pulled out a picture. I gasped. Mom and Kratos were together, in front of the Parthenon in Greece! Mom was smiling, but Kratos was grimacing, as if he didn't care, and also showed a baby picture of me, with him actually holding me.
Kyle: "Okay. So you have proof, Dad. But why destroy this boat to find me? Why try to kill her?"
Kratos: "When she found out about my past, she attempted to leave me. I will show her that is not how to treat the God of War!" He was about to charge, but I had stopped him by tackling him. After he collided with the wall, he got up, still with that grimace on his face. Doesn't this guy ever just show one sign of pain?
Mom: "Kyle, he's too powerful!"
Kyle: "I think so. But I won't let you die."
Kratos: "That is an unnecessary amount of courage. No mortal, much less a kid, has stood up to me in such a way."
Kyle: "Stop calling me KID!" I ran at him, preparing to punch him, but he swung one of his blades at me. They had chains, and the blade glowed as he swiped it. He struck me against my midsection, and I fell to the ground, screaming.
Kratos: "Stay down, and you will survive, son." He looked slightly less angry for some reason, as if worried. Wow.
Kyle: "Can't you at least not kill her? Come on. I'm your son, right?"
Kratos: "That is true. What are you trying to say?"
Kyle: "As your son, I ask you to not kill Mom, okay?"
Kratos: "All you had to do was ask me formally." Mom sighed, and Kratos, um, Dad I mean… raised his hand, and yelled, "Sentries! Return to Olympus! I need you no longer!" The Sentries all obeyed, and thankfully the ship could still float.
Mom: "Kratos, if you killed me, you do know that-"
Kratos: "I know. I was just, anxious for blood."
Kyle: "Um… ouch! Over here!"
Mom: "Oh no, I nearly forgot! I'll call the ship's medical crew!" She ran off, while Kratos walked towards me, kneeling.
Kratos: "Will you survive?"
Kyle: "Maybe. Depends on how deep you actually managed to cut me. Ow!"
Kratos: "I will let the doctors tend to your injuries."
Kyle: "Geez, thanks, Dad."
Currently… Mom and Kra- Dad… I mean, were outside the medical labs.
Kratos: "Lisa, I believe it is time for him to truly learn how to use his power."
Mom: "But Kratos, that means he'll be risking his life! Won't you…"
Kratos: "It is the way of a Spartan. He should have done it long ago."
Mom: "It's the 21st century, honey. Spartan law and tradition doesn't apply here anymore."
Kratos: "You do know he is next in line to be the God of War. Correct?"
Mom: "Yes. But, I never thought he would need to know that until he was ready to accept it."
Kratos: "The Fates allow differently, Lisa. I wish he didn't have to be tested so soon, myself."
Mom: "What about the other Gods of Olympus? Didn't Zeus decree…"
Kratos: "It is because of Zeus that I am here, Lisa."
Mom: "Oh." She lowered her head, and tried to cuddle closer to Kratos, but he gently pushed her away.
Kratos: "Those days are over."
Mom: "What about Lysandra and Calliope? Didn't you-"
Kratos: "The reason I mated with you was because I wanted a family back. But Zeus wanted none of it. You know that."
Mom: "But, maybe that can change. Maybe we can finally be a family and not worry about Zeus anymore."
Kratos: "I truly wish I could, Lisa." The doctor left the room.
Doctor: "You're that boy's parents, correct?"
Kratos: "Indeed. What is his condition?" He was trying not to have an outburst.
Doctor: "Your son is fine. He actually ended up healing rather fast. Much faster than we have ever seen in a patient with that kind of injury."
Mom: "Honey, he's going to be okay!" She hugged Kratos, I mean Dad… out of pure happiness. He merely shoved her off, and wandered into the room. I was back on my feet, standing without problems. Although, there was a bandage on my thigh where he hit me with his chain-blades.
Kratos: "Son?" I turned to face him. He was still grimacing, although not as much as I thought he should have been.
Kyle: "Dad." Mom ran in, hugging me like I just came back from the dead.
Mom: "Oh, honey! I thought you'd die from blood loss!" I returned her hug, although I let go, walking over to Kratos, I mean… you get the picture.
Kratos: "Son, I need to give you a gift."
Kyle: "A gift? After you nearly killed me?"
Kratos: "So you will be able to defend yourself in future trials. I give you the Blades of Chaos." Kratos had Harpies come out of portals, carrying them. These blades were just a plain shiny gray, unlike Kratos' golden chain-blades. The chains on them wrapped around my exposed arms, and glowed bright red! They HURT!"
Kyle: "AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH! STOP!"
Mom: "Kratos, you're hurting him!"
Kratos: "He must learn to bear such pain! He will at least be a Spartan, if not the new God of WAR!"
Mom: "Honey!" Eventually, the burning sensation stopped, and I put the Blades of Chaos against my back, like Kratos had done.
Kratos: "When we get to our final destination, my son, I will teach you how to use these blades. They were forged from deep within Hades itself. Consider yourself honored."
Kyle: "Thanks. At least I can defend myself better, Dad." I grimaced at him. He only nodded in agreement. This was officially going to be my new adventure as Kratos' servant, I guess. Only time will tell now.
To be continued…