"Amazon"
Part 1 of 3
by Steave
She would be killed for this, she knew it.
Queen Hippolyta had longed for a child for 30,000 years. Waiting any longer was out of the question. But, defying the Gods themselves? Her? A mere amazon woman? It was unheard of in all of the ages of men and immortals. Yet, she would still soldier on.
She had found the woman she was looking for, it would only be a matter of time before she would begin to change and be led to Themyscira. She would be like a daughter to Hippolyta, the only in her entire lifetime.
Themyscira was given to the Amazons as a gift from the Gods, a place of protection and peace, uninhibited by the troubles of the outside world. The Amazons themselves were immortal, their only way of dying being by the blade, but not by sickness or age. Amazing women the Amazons were.
They too had been created by the five Goddesses to promote the peaceful ways of Gaea, Earth's spirit. After being attacked by Heracles, the Goddesses gave them Themyscira, to be free and peaceful. This place had no fighting, only prosperity.
She understood that she could be putting all of those gifts and great ideals in jeporady. What she was doing, however, she knew would please the Goddesses. She was unsure as to what the rest of the Pantheon would handle it, but she was certain that nothing too tragic would become of it.
She hurried into the meditation chamber of the palace. This was where she would converse with the Gods and Goddesses to perform the tasks that they set out for her. She could also reach out into the outside world and see what troubles the world faced. This would be her reply to some of those troubles, things that mere humans couldn't fix themselves. They would be given a hero, and a woman.
She knelt on her knees, her flowing white dress wrapping around her legs and feet. Hippolyta was definately a marvel to behold, but then again, so were all of the Amazons. The most beautiful of the creations of the Gods, one could go an entire day with out food or drink if only to stare at these beautiful women for ten seconds.
Hippolyta reached out in her mind, trying to find that one woman, the one who become to be known as her daughter.
Diana.
--
"What a day," she said to herself leaving the office.
Some days she wondered why she even did what she did. I mean, where was it getting her? Sure, psychiatrists help people, but some people are just beyond help. The man who had left her office only shortly before she did was testament to this.
This man, if you could call him even that, had brutally beaten his wife for changing the channel on the television. After being in prison for 3 months, he has requested to see a psychiatrist. Diana knew, however, that he was not the one who had made such a request. After also beating one of his cellmates, the man was obviously insane and needed help. Help, Diana felt that she wasn't certified to give.
Never before has she had a client so rambunctious and horrible that she had to call off the session early. The officers came in and had to restrain him.
"I DON'T EVEN NEED TO BE HERE! YOU ALL ARE THE CRAZY ONES! NOT ME, I'M FINE!"
These were just a few of the sentences that he had thrown at the officers and Diana. The thought that insane people thought that the entire world was crazy was ludicrous. However, she knew it was true. The world is crazy, some just like to show it.
After only 2 years of professionally helping through divorces, marriage problems, and emotional break downs, Diana thought she was ready to tackle someone who had really needed help. She was wrong.
She was thinking of her bed, her cozy bed that would welcome her with warm sheets and fluffy pillows. Diana almost stumbled her way out of the building until finally composing herself. Almost out of here.
She was wrong, once again.
Outside, the police officers who had been in her office only moments earlier were lying motionless on the concrete. With a shriek and a gasp, Diana ran towards the men, finding that there was a collected puddle of their blood drowning their already dead bodies. Diana did the only thing she could, she screamed.
--
Perfect, was all that he could think, this lady's nuts.
She would blow it all to hell. He had killed the men, those pathetic wretch of mammals that pose as human beings. They were all crazy, they just didn't know it yet. And she . . . she was the craziest of all.
He killed crazy people.
The officers had stupidly forgotten to search him when he left the office. A pen, is truly mightier than the sword.
During their long and lengthy (and he felt pointless) discussion, he had taken a pen from her "Hot babe" coffee mug. She never noticed that he had in fact hidden it in his pocket. The pen now resided in the neck of one of those men. And now, here she was, screaming. He was reminded of his wife. Her screams as he beat her helpless, until what remained of her motionless body was bloody residue.
He had to stop her from screaming, before someone noticed.
He then began to tiptoe behind the woman, too distraught and deep into her emotions that she couldn't notice him sneaking up on her. He would choke her, suck the life dry out of her. That would shut her up, oh yes, shut her up.
Upon reaching her, he lashed out his arm, wrapping it quickly and decisively around her pretty little neck. She coughed and choked, the life being drained from her body. He could feel her slipping from conscience, and soon, from reality. She finally stopped her squirming, it was over. She would finally shut up, for eternity.
Out of nowhere, a white light shot out of the women's body. Her ears, eyes, mouth, and nose poured white light. She was on her knees, looking up to the heavens, almost as if daring those whom it belonged to to do something. Then, white light was all the he could see. An explosion sent him flying, but the white light still remained.
The light faded, and he got up.
"What the hell hit me?"
When he looked to where the woman, Diana was her name, was kneeling, he couldn't help but hold his mouth agate. The woman who know resided in that spot was a beautiful and muscular woman. It looked like Diana, but better, he thought. She was now in the garb of some character out of a novel. She wore a red top, with gold metal . . . were those W's? Her skirt was blue background with white stars, the same as the American flag. Strapped to her side was a golden lasso, and she wore a golden headress adorned with a red star.
The woman only walked towards him and he almost was knocked over. She was beautiful beyond recognition, and he instantly began to wish he had never done those things he had done. Once within arm's reach, she spoke, and answered his earlier question.
"Justice."
A strong hand grasped his neck, snapping his neck.
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Elsewhere.
"Things like this cannot happen! You must put an end to this."
She had defied him, she knew what she was doing.
The Amazons were not to have any offspring. When they died, that would be that. It would be over, no more. These were the rules that they obeyed and were given. The Five knew it, and yet they still allowed this to happen. In time, they would be punished too.
"What do you want me to do?"
Zeus sat in deep thought amongst his throne in the clouds. The Amazonians could not just simply defy him like this. Hippolyta would be punished, through her "child." He had known her desire to make one, she had try to sculpt one from clay, and Zeus threw a bolt of lightening at her creation. Now, she had taken powers of Gods themselves and stored them in this . . . this human. Whom she was going to take for a child. Like her creation, she must be destroyed too.
"Her creation . . ."
"Yes?"
"Kill it."
"Of course, you are the Master of Olympus."
He turned away, smiling as much as he could. The old God's days were numbered. He wouldn't be Master for long. After the woman was dealt with, he would return triumphant, and kill him while he has the chance. Zeus would be no match for the God of War. Ares, would have his vengeance.
