Hello! I've always been drawn to Artemis' character. She has a lot of death and mystery surrounding her personality and story. I hope you enjoy my first fanfiction, and please leave comments and critiques.
Artemis stared up at the sky. The air smelled of death. Dark clouds surrounded the city, threatening to pour. She wandered the streets, her feet sub-consciously moving. Scalding water slid down her cheeks, burning her face. Artemis felt her hands shake. She opened her mouth to roar, but a strangled cry emerged from her throat instead. Her body was bruised and scraped, and caked with mud. The green cloth her uniform was made with was brown, due to all the blood.
Then, the rain fell. It started softly, then slammed harder and harder onto her. Artemis tried to run, then tripped. A voice laughed. She bit back her tears and glared, turning to face the owner of the voice.
"Funny isn't it? All that you worked for, destroyed in less then a day," the man sneered.
"What's funny you bastard? Your face or your smell?" Artemis choked back, stumbling to stand up.
"Now, now, language dear, I am your father."
Artemis shook her head as hard as she could, he was not her father! He was a horrible monster, not even capable of normal human qualities. She hated him. All he knew was death and destruction. That was all she knew as well before they helped her. And now she had failed them. After all they had done for her.
"Why are you here? What do you want?" she questioned.
"I want you to give up your hero game, now that the hero side-kicks and your mother are out of the way; you have no attachments keeping you from joining us. Join us, after all you have nothing left," her smirked.
Artemis didn't respond but stared ahead of her. She laughed bitterly up at the sky, the air was still tinted with the smell of death. Closing her eyes, she turned to the monster who called himself her father.
"Join us?" he grinned evilly.
She nodded in response, a small smile quirked at the edge of her lips.
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