Second chapter! Thanks to Ruby Red Grapefruit for reviewing.
I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, but I do own Meliboea, Jack, Addison, and my other characters.
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This was a joke.
A cruel and wickedly sharp bladed joke.
My heart leapt into my throat when I glanced down at the blade point, pressing against my jugular vein. Trembling, I glanced up at Addison's face, a cold feeling blooming in my chest. Her mouth quickly twisted into a cruel sneer, and her eyes glinted with malice.
Gulping, I tried to back away, but her arm shot out, pinning me against the wall. Slamming my head, I let out a pained moan, only causing Addison to dig her knife harder beneath my chin.
Where the heck had she gotten a hunting knife, one as long as my arm? And who did she think she was, bringing it to school and pressing it so hard against my neck that I could feel the cold metal digging into my flesh? I came up with the only logical explanations.
A) She was mental.
B) She ticked about the snowball fight.
If I wasn't so terrified, I would have apologized for the fastball that had smacked right between her eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jack edge toward us, his expression like stone. "Addison," He said in a low serious tone I'd never heard a moron like him use. "You can't. It's not her; I swear it on the River Styx." Maybe it was just me, but the faint rumble of thunder shook overhead. Addison's dark eyes flickered toward the low ceiling of the office, obviously unnerved by that promise. "Wait, River? Sticks?" I croaked, the uncomfortable pressure strangling my vocal cords. "What-"
"Shut up, Meli," Addison spat with such scorn, I actually did. "This will be a lot easier if you don't ask any questions. Keep quiet and I swear your death will be quick and painless. Artemis herself will see to that," She said, pressing the dagger hard as she grabbed one of my arms and twisted it behind my back. Letting out a strangled shriek, I bent over, breathing hard, my mind lost in a swirl of thoughts.
My death...Artemis....not her...
Jack was now standing on the couch, a decorative throw pillow held up for defense. The blockhead. If I wasn't about to be beheaded, I would have laughed. "You can't," he repeated in that same dark tone. "The Mist isn't strong enough. The mortals-"
Addison cut him off with a sharp glower. "Jack Logan Artwell," she growled, turning away from me for a second, but still pinning my arms securely. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to forget the foolish mortals? My fellow huntresses have, er, taken care of them."
Huntresses...mortals...taken care of...
My head was whirling now, blurring the whole scene into a dream-like mass. This couldn't be real.
No...
Jack's piercing green eyes widened, but he quickly made his face impassive. But not quickly enough. Addison smirked, now that she had found his weakness. "That's right, the Hunters of Artemis. We've been tracking her for the past millennia, Jack. Do you really think you fooled any of us? Artemis herself? But the mortals couldn't have helped you anyway. Because I'm going to kill your girlfriend. And I'm going to make you watch her scream."
Through the ringing and whirl in my mind, I could only comprehend one word.
Girlfriend?
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