Heracles: A Short Story

Heracles had approached the mansion. Gardens and fences circled around the building, with at least one guard posted on every few yards of fence. This must be it, Heracles thought. He was told that it would look like someone very rich and stuck-up would live there, but it would also look like hardly any of his staff really cared much for the owner. Which was true. The guards looked like they couldn’t care less except for the fact they wanted to get paid. Heracles was supposed to break into this place. Scanning the area to find a way inside, Heracles saw and open window that looked just big enough to fit through. On the downside, he still couldn’t find a breach in the fence.
Heracles troded around at the edge of the woods until he was finally able to come to a decision on what his plan would be. He would walk up to the front gate and try to get the guards to simply let him in. And he did just that. …show more content…
Thankfully, Heracles was given a rather good alias.
“John Cena.” Heracles smiled. The guards looked at him shell-shocked.
“Oh my god, sorry, sir. You can go right in.” The shorter guard pressed a button and the gate slowly opened up. Heracles walked through the gate and pumped his fist. Success! After the guards had stopped watching him in awe, he made his way over to the open window, and he slipped inside the mansion.
The window led Heracles into what seemed like the belly of the beast. Also known as, a living room with horribly painted portraits of the owner (or maybe it was just the way the owner’s face looked) on every single bit of wall space. My gods, he thought. The sooner I get out of here the better.
Heracles snuck over to the spiral staircase, tiptoeing all the way to the top floor. Walking down the hallway, he tried to remember which room was the right one. Was it the 5th on the left or the right? Standing between the two doors he came to a decision. He opened the door on his left and hoped for the