Good gone bad
Chapter 1
Erida did not sleep, she never slept. She sat in her cell; waiting for the message she knew would come. She had been waiting 15,000 years; she doubted a few minutes more would bother her. A light tap on the door alerted her. She rose silently, gliding like a specter towards the small opening. Gration stood outside, clutching a piece of paper. The funny thing was, he didn't seem scared. Erida spat on the floor in distaste. 'I guess that just comes with the stupidity of Giants. If he had any brains, he would be frozen solid with fear,' Erida thought spitefully.
Gration hated having to deal with the Gods, especially Super Gods, and had only landed with the unfortunate fate of being employed by one when he lost a game of rock, paper, scissors with Enceladus and Agrios. Sighing, he waited tensely for the Goddess, who once had control over even the rowdiest of men and Gods alike. Before a sound could pass through his lips, a hand reached through the bars of the cell and grasped his throat with a hard, steel grip. Squeezing, she lifted the larger being above her head as if he weighed nothing. Slowly bringing his face closer to hers, her pupils dilated in anticipation. "Next time," She whispered threateningly in his ear,"Do not come at this hour." Poor Gration let out a strangled cry. "I...did not...know!" He gurgled.
He didn't realise that she was only giving a warning, for that night the blood-lust was plain on her hard, spiteful features. Her hand twitched convulsively tighter and her eyes clenched shut. Then with a slight sigh she let him drop, reaching down she picked up the paper strewn on the floor and briefly examined the contents. A chilling smile visible on her features, she let out a hard, cold laugh.
The first rays of morning sun filtered through the red blinds, caressing over the items in the messy room, making everything in it pulse and glow with a light of its own. The brightest shine of all came from a small picture blue tacked to the bare-bricked wall, and the two happy smiles grinning out of it. The owner of the room, sensing the change of light, rolled over, casting the mismatched blankets to the floor. Her hazel-green eyes skirted the room as she scavenged for her clothes, before throwing them on and tip-toeing to the roof.
Sighing, she climbed the railings on the side of the building and let her feet dangle over the edge, relishing the feeling. Only at times like this, when she felt so light she could fly, did she feel truly free. 'If only all the time felt like this', she mused. She scowled, silently cursing Cronus and the groups' given task. She opened one eye lazily and appraised the view. No, now was not the time. She relaxed, as the wind tousled her unkept hair. She might have dark circles round her eyes, and a bed head, but at that moment, she felt beautiful.
BANG!
Atlanta winced. Quickly climbing back over the rails, she scowled, preparing to chide whomever had disturbed her peace. To her surprise, standing there, watching the sunrise, was Jay. "Hey... um... Jay?" Jay jumped, startled, and swiveled round to look at her, hand on sword. Taking in who was standing there, Jay resumed his earlier stance, slumping down until he was leaning on the rails. "Hey, Atlanta."
A delicate frown formed over Atlanta's face, as she surveyed the view. What was up with Jay? I mean, sure, sometimes he over worried and panicked, but she'd never seen him look so... defeated.
She sat down on the rails, facing Jay. Well, here goes nothing.
"Umm... Jay, are you okay?" Atlanta asked worriedly.
Jeez. She'd never been good at talking about feelings. I mean, she'd been raised by an enviroment dominated by guys, so, sure, she could beat Cronus in a fight, or run fast - anything physical, but when it came to emotions, Atlanta was hopeless.
Jay sighed. Eyes still riveted on the sun, he explained. "Do you think we'll ever win? I mean, even if we do, will we ever have our lives back? Sometimes it just seems like the Gods only want us to defeat Cronus, that they don't really care what happens to us after. Take Odie, for example. It was his dream to go to University and qualify for his dream job, but will that be possible now? Sure, we'll have a great feeling at the end, saving the world and all, but who else will actually know? We'll never be recognised, and I doubt the Gods will pay much attention to us afterwards. We don't have lives anymore, just destinys."
Now it was Atlanta's turn to sigh. Recently, she'd been feeling the same way. The weight of their destiny pressing down on them until it was almost unbearable. They were teenagers; they were meant to have fun, not fight Gods. She put a hand on Jay's shoulder, smiling when he looked up at him.
"Hey, we might as well just do our best for now and hope something good happens."
AN: Thankyous to my amazing sister for checking this for me~ :3 Actually, she's not amazing at all. She's a pain. - o-