Back at the Cave(what happened while the story was written)p.s. I Own Nothing But Hera

J.C.: Hera.

Hera: Yes ooh hot one. *drools*

J.C.: Don't you think you stop staring at me and start the story babe.

Hera: *sighs* As much as I would love to tell you HELL NO and go back to drooling again….your right *whispers* for once.

J.C.: WHAT!

Hera: I said for once SMEXY MAN!( yes I meant smexy because in my head smexy is better than sexy)

J.C.: Your lucky I love you more than life its self.

Hera; Your lucky too or else I would gone scarface on your ass for yelling at me.*smiles sweetly*

J.C.: ' She's such a psycho'Review.

Ch.1 WTF

No Ones POV

As the sun began to set and send the days boys and girls to peaceful slumbers and awaken the dark mischievous creatures of the night, an highly pissed of Hera sped down the East 9 entering Poho County, safely cursing inside of blood red Lamborghini Hybrid.

If only she hadn't agreed to take Sarah to Pertwilla she'd already be home before 9p.m. Now she'd miss "Young Justice" for sure, much to her disgust.

"My soul tis a soul to suffer" she said half heartily as she reached to cut on her radio.

Flicking through the stations she finally found something. " Sweetness!" her first and only reaction to what she heard was to blast the volume.

Hera's POV

Peering around pointlessly knowing there was no one to worry about on this dreadfully empty road. But I can't help it, its Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson for Emmett Cullen's Sake! Singing loud and clear I matched every word with my on singing flowing to the darker melody.

" Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

Climb mountains, travel the seas

Everybody is looking for something"

Wait! ' Ok see now me, remember what your therapist said( flashback) " Even though something may look interesting and seem fun in your head, you can not go poke, stab, hit, kick, punch, scratch, or throw things at it."( end flashback)' I sighed knowing my therapist is semi right in this case. But…' I mean come on there has to be an exception to a tall person throwing things rapped in bloody sheets down a pipe leading into a church….yeah I think there is.'

Carefully leaning out of my car I screamed" What the fuck are you doing!"

'Well I guess he didn't hear me…maybe if I said it louder' "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" ' I know he is not ignoring me' Then what I assume is a male proceeded to get in his rusty beaten down truck racing after a passing RV.

'Well that was rude …wait let me process this, a tall …man just threw things rapped in bloody sheets down a pipe leading into a church….and I am in my car driving away because…'( SCREEECH of wheels turning)'Dang my babies tires did not need that'

I groaned inwardly truly hating the work I was putting my baby through as I put her in reverse and U-turned back to the church. I stopped about 10 yards away from the church in case there were other people inside, I did not need some crazy hick messin' with my car.

Seriously that hick (no racism or offense intended just sounded right) would be signing his or her own death warrant.

The closer I got the church the worse this rotting smell got. If it hadn't have been for my curiosity I would have been gone 85 years ago. The church seemed to be abandoned, it only had a few specks of white paint clinging to it, with boarded up windows, and the entire place reeked of rotting wood.

Obviously this place hadn't been touched for years. I carefully stalked toward the pipe looking and listening for any signs of life other than the crows that seemed to line this place.

Once reaching the opening of the pipe and after carefully glancing over the edge I jumped into the pipe landing with a soft thud at the bottom. Once I had landed I thanked Yautja that I dressed casual only a black long sleeved fitted shirt, torn jeans, and gym shoes, so luckily ill be able to move around easy.

'Christ this place is hug-'. My thoughts were interrupted as a heavy chemical smell hit my nose. "Shit did I just step into a meth lab! Fuck!". Shrugging of the need to go running back to the smell of rotting wood I got back focused " On with investigating!". I moved my shoulder length black hair out of my face with my hand to reveal my gray brown eyes, I always thought they were a nice contrast to my caramel skin that some how tied together with my 5'6 curvy in all the right places frame.

A drop of liquid fell from the ceiling landing on my shoe. I figured it was just a leak from one of the old pipes down here until that chemical smell hit my nose. Instinctively I cautiously looked up toward the ceiling, only to see what could in my opinion be best described as a fucked up version of the 16th chapel.( for those of you who watched the movie yes darry said this)

"Crap and I thought I was messed up for crushin on Predator from AVP." Peering around I could see that this place was covered from the top of the ceiling to the cracks in the floor with dead bodies splayed in various positions. Unconsciously I began backing up and accidently against a body on the wall. I turned to see my old Boyfriend Billy naked stuck there, mouth agape and tongue missing with a look of sheer terror strewn across his lifeless face.

Im not surprised Billy got himself killed he was a cocky, pretentious jock and a real prick when he wanted to be. But other than that he was a kind, sweet, confident good guy who didn't deserve this.

Needless to say I was beyond pissed." OK dead people on the walls and ceilings if you have any objections to becoming a big FUCK YOU to whoever did this speak now….. no objections….OKEY DOKEY!" With that I pulled out my favorite dagger from my shoe and proceeded to carve FUCK YOU into them. "Yep that'll do juuust nicely." After thoroughly admiring my work a near buy table caught my eye. It looked hand made with a creature carved into it. " Damn he maybe a nasty motherfucker but he got skill…..it would be a shame if someone carved their name into this gorgeous table that no doubt took months to makes." ' I couldn't …I shouldn't…but I am.' I took my dagger and carved in giant letters HERA WAS HERE. After I placed my dagger back into my shoe.

" I cant wait to see this sick artistic fucks face." So I waited and waited….and waited…and waited.' What the fuck is this guy doing making molasses!" I yawned as my eyes got heavy." God im tired..it wouldn't hurt if I slept for a little while right?" My body made the decision for me as I yawned again kicking off my shoes and sticking my dagger in the table and laid down next to the carving snuggling.

Though no…nothing can turn out right for me, after what felt like 45mins of blissful sleep, I wake up to the feeling of pure muscle like weight on me and someones nose sniffing over my face, I opened my eyes still half dazed from sleep and dreaming of sexy Predators, but was quickly wide awake once I opened my eyes." Whoa little boy you is to damn Ugly to be poppin up on people!"