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ALISON is jogging outside, listening to music in her wired headphones. She sings along as she jogs down her path. Her eyes widen as she sees an UNSEEN someone and she veers her path to the left. She keeps running as another pair of jogging feet can be heard trying to catch up to her. She stops and turns around.
ALISON (slightly shocked and panicked, though mostly commanding)
You stay right there!
She points at her UNSEEN pursuer. A hand belonging to the UNSEEN pursuer reaches to her outstretched arm. ALISON snatches it back, hugging it close to her chest.
ALISON (disgusted)
Don’t you dare touch me.
She begins to turn away when the pursuer speaks. The camera is still trained on ALISON.
UNSEEN PURSUER
Do you really think it wise to piss off a——
ALISON whips around and stomps up to her pursuer.
ALISON (glaring)
I’m not afraid of you, Hermes.
The camera zooms into HERMES’ face. He is smiling.
HERMES (playfully)
There’s the Alison I know.
ALISON (scoffing)
You don’t know me.
HERMES (sarcastic pouting)
So all those years at camp meant nothing?
ALISON rolls her eyes and turns around to continue her jog. She doesn’t get far before HERMES materializes in front of her, blocking her path.
ALISON (annoyed)
What?
HERMES
I need you to do something for me.
ALISON (smug and challenging)
And why would I do anything for an Olympian?
HERMES
That’s the thing. You wouldn’t. Which is why I’m asking for a favor.
ALISON (blunt)
No.
She turns back to where she just came from so that she can continue her run. She doesn’t get far before HERMES materializes in front of her yet again. ALISON begins to get very frustrated.
ALISON (exasperated)
What do you want, Hermes?!
HERMES
I’m not your father——
ALISON (sarcastically)
Shocker.
HERMES
But I often wish I was.
ALISON stills and softens just a bit, something delicate seeping through the cracks of her mask made of disdain. The moment passes quickly as she hardens her resolve once again.
ALISON
Spit it out, Hermes.
HERMES
Before I continue, I understand that I deserve every ounce of hate. All of us Olympians do. But outside of being the messenger god, I’m still a father.
ALISON (annoyed)
What is the point here?
HERMES has to take a breath as he is getting a bit emotional.
HERMES
Take care of Luke for me? Please? I know wishing him well is counterintuitive for my cause, but he’s still my son. I know you care for him almost as much as I do——
ALISON (interjecting)
I barely knew him at camp.
HERMES
There’s a lot more to life than just Camp Half Blood.
ALISON once again softens at HERMES’ words before remembering this is a man she hates.
HERMES (cont)
I just…there’s a lot I wish I could do for him. But I can’t. Not after that night.
HERMES looks pained as he reminisces on that fateful night. He then gains a resolve and fire behind his eyes that shows just how much he loves his son.
HERMES (cont)
There’s no guarantee of safety in impending war, but please, be there for him. Try to steer him to the right path. Be the support system I can’t be.
HERMES looks at ALISON expectantly. She looks back at him hesitantly.
HERMES (pleading)
My hands are tied when it comes to Luke, and I’m sorry that I can’t offer you the one thing you truly want. But you’re all I have to turn to right now. Please, Alison?
ALISON looks sadly at HERMES. She slowly turns away as she does not give him a verbal answer, yet he sees something in her eyes that has him sighing in relief. ALISON has completely turned around and is jogging into the distance. The camera ZOOMS INTO HERMES’ face before BLACK OUT and cut to title card.