Author's Note: Sorry this is a really, really short chapter. Thanks to Skyclaw for reviewing! Please read and review! Because if you don't review, then there won't be any chapters coming anytime soon…
Chapter 2: Die Daddy Dearest
Have you ever had an encounter with a white-hot iron coming at your arm at about sixty miles an hour? Well, let's just say that it hurts, and leave it at that.
The swim in the Styx helped; my arm healed up right away. It was like partial invulnerability. Which is an oxymoron. Do you like oxymorons? I do. They're coolio, but not as coolio as cheesecake, since you can't eat them.
Where was I? Right. Partial invulnerability.
But Kronos had me now, and he would not be letting me go. Chili had disappeared. You couldn't really blame him, but seriously, that boy had never heard of chivalry. But then and again, I've never seen chivalrous chili before.
"Ungrateful daughter. Fah! You are no daughter of mine," fumed Kronos. He was actually barely there, and with a spirit for a host at that, but it was enough for him to wander in the Underworld already. It evidently wouldn't be long before the third titan war.
"Whatever you say, daddy dearest," I rolled my eyes, earning a fist in the face, which didn't hurt. Suckers.
It had been this way for years. Kronos with his formal language and incessant anger (I tried signing him up for anger management classes once. It didn't work out too well), pretty much being a very bad daddy and me, with my smart-alecky comments and attitude. Why yes, I suppose you could call us a dysfunctional family.
But I had more than a sharp tongue and an attitude. I had a hair ribbon, which could transform into an epee. Yep, how awesome was that? A little sword against the titan of time.
"You are just like you mother. Always the attitude. Useless women," Kronos muttered.
"Don't stereotype," I snapped. "And don't insult my mother." I had said just that countless times before. But this time it was different. Like, I had a lethal hair ribbon, and I was going to conquer the world. And no one insulted my mother.
"Insolent little [something that should not be printed.] Your mother was a [don't bother filling in the blank], and you know it."
I was not angry. I was past angry. Not even the stupid lord of time insulted my mother. My eyes blazed amber, glowing in the gloom of the Underworld. "No one," I informed him through my teeth, "insults my mother. Not even you, daddy dearest." And then I drew my oversized toothpick. And attacked.
Author's Note: Do you like cliffhangers? I personally hate cliffhangers but like ominous-sounding endings to chapters. I didn't really notice that it was a cliffhanger, but my dear counterpart said that it was. Sorry. Don't worry; I'll update soon, as long as you review. Now go review my story. Just one quick comment. Because you know, the question about cliffhangers was not rhetorical…
