Shaggy brown hair, cropping a muscular face with fiery brown eyes stares at me as he pushes through the crowd. I gasp in fright, 'He's coming, he's coming for me, no one can stop him.' I push my way through the crowd the opposite way and run. The exits are blocked and I can't get through. I turn to the middle of the penthouse, breathing hard. "So.." I think to myself. "We're going to play Cat and Mouse." "We don't have to play." A deep voice says behind me, I don't even turn around, I just run.
The god walks calmly behind me, and quickly catches up. A burning hot hand grips my arm and turns me towards him. I look at my feet, blinking away the pain of his touch. His hand leaves my arms and lifts my face to look at him. His touch doesn't hurt anymore and his eyes...look weird, not explainable in words.
I know what he wants, and he's not going to get it from me willingly.
I pull away and disappear into the crowd weaving around the columns and through people.
Frightened, and knowing what will happen if I'm caught. I squeeze through a group of people standing infront of the fire exit and I was about to step out, into freedom, when an arm snakes around my waist and pulls me inside.
I scream and begin kicking and throwing punches at my capturer, but he ignores it. Eventually my screams silence the party, everyone stares and I think I'm going to be rescued when everyone starts laughing. "Go get 'em, tiger!" Someone yells, the god grunts and continued to pull me away into my bedroom.
My bedroom is always locked during parties. I don't want anyone doing the nasty in my bed...ew, but the god just pushes the door open and tosses me inside. I fall on my knees and suck in breath.
Screaming isn't going to do me any good now. I wait patiently for the god to take a step closer. After he locks the door, he does and I swing my leg. Connecting with the back of his knee he crumbles beside me and I pull away before he can grab me. I scramble to my bedside table and pull something out of the drawer.
Before the god can get up, he was the barrel of a gun, aligned with his nose. And he just laughs. "You think mortal tools can kill me?" I shake my head, "No, but I can give you a really bad nose job." I sneer. "Hephaestus will look better." A red fire burns in the gods eyes, he shifts slightly and suddenly my back is to him and he's holding me again.
Happy trigger finger, bullets shot everywhere, smashing the mirror and letting rays of light into the bedroom through the door. I bring my arms up and slam the gun into the gods head.
He grunts, but hold fast and pins me to the bed on my stomache. I struggle, trying to pull away, suddenly ropes gather around my ankles and wrists and tighten painfully.
I wince and try to wiggle out of them, but it's no use. I wouldn't have been surprised if he stole these ropes from Hephaestus, who made ropes strong enough to capture a god.
I groaned, defeated, but I still manage to pulled away from him. "Get lost." I warned, sitting up against my bedpost.
The god smiled down at me, "Why would I want to do that?" he asked innocently as he sat on the bed, making it creak. I try to melt into the bedpost. "Because my mother won't start a war over this, nor will she stand for it." I growled.
Brown eyes dance with amusement.
"Who said I want to start a war?" Ares, god of war smiled at me deviously and winked