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Author's Note: This is the edited version of chapter 2. I felt as if the last one was obviously rush and very messy. So I decided to 'tweak' it a little bit and change a few scenes. I was quite unhappy how some of the characters turned out, in regards to their reactions and emotions. But hey, my mistakes are what makes me human.

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Chapter 2: Pitch Black

Ah. Hunger Games, the series that everyone would love to read right bout now. Why? Because the movie's coming out and everyone loves to show off what they know, right? Of course they do, or in this case, Kore's best friend, Trishia is undergoing some sort of 'phrase' if you will.

Kore rolled her eyes at Trishia who had her nose buried in the book once again. Honestly, she never learns! Whenever asked, Trishia would shrug her shoulders and reply, "I'm just getting ready for any surprises." And quite frankly, Kore never bothered to understand Trishia's mindset.

But this is another case. When it comes to study hall, Mrs. Finnegan's rules should never – never – be broken. Ever. Kore nudged Trishia's foot trying to get the girl's attention, but the girl remained seated, reading silently as if nothing happened. She leaned closer to the desk and hissed.

"Oh, God!" she groaned after so many futile attempts. Kore twirled her pencil between her fingers and jabbed Trishia's arm, but not hard enough to wound her. Trishia yelped in surprise and narrowed her eyes into slits. "In case you haven't noticed, study hall is for studying!" She hissed. "Put that book away, Trishia! I mean it!"

Trishia closed her book and placed it neatly into her emerald file. All the while glaring at Kore. She cleared her throat before taking out her chemistry notes and a pink feathery pen. She pointed the end of her pen at Kore and muttered, "Kill joy!" Half expecting her friend to at least drop dead or faint like in J.K Rowling's infamous Harry Potter series.

Kore shook her head in disbelief before resuming her work. "You'll thank me soon enough!" She was tired and had no mood to deal with Trishia's geeky fantasies at the moment.

"Thank you so much, Kore Millers. I am forever in your debt." Trishia said in an almost soprano voice, battering her eye lashes. Her feathery pen too close to Kore's nose much to her comfort. Kore pulled her book closer to her face, fighting off Trishia's childish 'advances'.

Kore rubbed her forehead in annoyance. She pinched the bridge of her nose attempting to calm down.

"Ms. Johnson," came Mrs. Finnegan's stern voice. "Study hall does not mean playtime for you children. Need I remind you the consequences of breaking rules? Very well then, detention. Three o'clock. Do tell your mother this time!" The plump woman said, her nostrils flaring at Trishia in anger.

"Of course. I'll see you soon, then" Trishia said curtly. She stood up and shoved her things into her bag ,and over her shoulders. "See ya!"

"Ms. Johnson, study hall is far from over-" Mrs. Finnegan said. Her round face turning cherry red. 'Damn!' Kore thought.

"I'm on my bloody period, you old coot! Now leave me the fucking hell alone!" Trishia announced, She wasn't but she needed an excuse and that seemed to shut Mrs. Finnegan up. "If you will excuse me!" she said before dashing out of the room. She gripped the strap of her bag tightly, fighting the urge to throw the bag at Mrs. Finnegan's face.

Kore sighed, her ears twitching from the door slamming. Her eyes shifted and left to stare at Mrs. Finnegan's retreating figure. She scratched the inside of her wrist. Suddenly, she was uncomfortable. Pulling the sleeves of her shirt over the palm of her hands, she took a deep breathe before reading the text in front of her.

"Aww, what's wrong Kore? Fe-weeing a wittle lonely?" A bellowing voice said. Giggles erupted around her. Kore bit her lips and curled her fingers into a fist. "Look at her, she's all alone, why don't we..."

Kore hated this part. She hated it when Trishia left her alone. A flash of brown crossed her. 'Oh no!' she closed her eyes when a loud crack echoed through the room. When she open her eyes, she found her books, notes all flying in the air.

Kore tripped over a leg. She was shaking in humiliation, trying to collect her fallen possessions. "Wow! Isn't this fun? Look everyone! It's snowing nerd cooties." The same voice said. Kore knew that voice anywhere. She hated it. Loathed the owner even more.

Marilyn Flamming. She was the school bully. Though she's not the typical cheerleader type. She was more of a 'I'm richer than you – so you'd better lick my shoes' kind of girl. It was one of the reasons Kore kept close to Trishia. Trishia was the Queen Bee of the school. So kore was safe, only when Trishia was around. Unfortunately, she wasn't now.

She bit her lips harder, trying to keep the tears at bay. Her shaking hands collecting the crumpled noted from the floor. No body bothered to help her; they would rather laugh than help her. Knowing Trishia, she'd probably be half way to the nearest Starbucks by now. She crammed all the papers into her bags and ran.

Kore's vision started to blur, her footsteps quickening by the minute. She could feel tears running down her rosy cheeks. Silently, she was grateful that the hallways were empty. It saved her from time and from the nosy crowds. She rounded up the corner and ran towards her locket, and opened it hastily.

Kore laughed humorlessly at reality. She was eighteen: an adult nonetheless and she was still unable to defend herself. She bit the insides of her cheeks, willing herself to not cry. Kore stared at herself in the small mirror of her locket door and wiped her treacherous tears.

She threw her things into her locker and grabbed her sling bag. As she walked down the empty hallways, she tuned out the voices telling her to give it time: telling her things that she knew were nothing but lies. Her dug her pocket for her iPod, she was desperate for some tension relief.

Kore's nimble fingers scrolled through the songs on the iPod, looking for a certain rhythm. Grumbling under her breath, she finally settled with Martina McBride's Concrete Angel. It was her self-proclaimed anthem. She didn't favor it, she didn't necessarily love it either. She just listened it. Why? she didn't know why.

Liam stared at the girl through glass-like building society called school.. He felt like a pedophile for watching the girl from his Bentley. He missed her, if she truly was Persephone that is. He overheard Adonis bickering with Aphrodite on the outskirts of Olympus. He watched as she ran down the stairs in a hurry. Her light brown hair hiding her face.

It was impossible, she couldn't have reincarnated. Zeus' thunder shattered her soul, he saw it happen. Perhaps it was one of Zeus' tricks. "No, you're not thinking straight. You need to chill." He told himself. Liam laid his head on the steering wheel, breathing in and out. "Snap out of it, Liam. Its probably just another ordinary. Living. Breathing. Mortal," he said taking breaths in between.

"I doubt it!" Liam jumped. "I doubt she just another mortal babe." Liam raised his brow at his intruder from rearview mirror. Hermis waved his fingers at him, a smug look on his face.

"Hermis. What news did you bring me?" Liam stared at the man who was practically lounging in the back seat, inspecting his nails like how a cocky bastard would. "Or are you just here to spy on me?"

Hermis grinned at his long time friend. "Spy on you for what? As if I don't have better things to do!" He said, rolling out a parchment. "I'm so damn bored and the only available person I see is you. So, congratulations!"

Liam kept quiet. "You know, I heard a juicy little number this morning. Between Zeus and Demeter. In fact, its so juicy, I think I overheard them saying something with Persephone's soul along the lines?" Hermis' voice raised a few octaves higher. "But I'm sure, you're over her already, aren't you?"

Liam tightened his grip on the wheel. His eyes wild and hungry. It was too much of a temptation. "No! No, I don't... and I'm not over her – I'm still-" He struggled with the words. He didn't need this. He spend centuries being mocked by the liked of Zeus. How pathetic!

Hermis clucked at his demise. His friend was still mourning, how perfect. Truthfully, Hermis was concerned with Liam's well-being. You just don't deliver messages and summons without seeing chaos here and there. Hermis sighed and took one last look at his friend before disappearing into thin air, "Take care, Hades."

Liam gritted his teeth. He felt stupid, he kept his head pressed against the steering wheel, waiting for something to happen. He just hoped Zeus wasn't in the way.

Lost in his thoughts, Liam was shocked to see the girl knocking on his car window. He hesitated before rolling his window down. "Yes?" he asked.

Kore quirked a delicate brow. His eyes were covered by his shades. She wasn't sure where he was looking but she was certain it was anywhere but at her. "Are you Trishia's boyfriend, I need a favor to ask of you."

She didn't know why she was doing this, she could have just called Trishia or send her a text message. You dolt, she thought. She fought the urge to run away in embarrassment.

The guy looked at her bewildered. "I'm sorry. You must be mistaken. I'm not Patricia's boyfriend. I'm-"

Kore could feel heat rushing to her cheeks. She bit her lip and stuttered foolishly, "I'm sorry I guess I'll just-" She turned to leave or better yet wished for a sink hole to suck her into the ground.

"Wait!" Kore turned to face the guy. He took off his shades and stared at her with his pitch black beady eyes. "You need a ride? I promise I won't bite." Kore scratched the inside of her wrist, a nervous gesture she grew up with.

Liam noticed this. Just like Persephone used to do. God, he sounded like a desperate bloke. "I mean you don't have to – I just-"

"Sure," Kore said. Her eyes boring into his. She moved over to the other side of the car and got in. "Thanks – for the ride I mean," she muttered.

The guy smirked at her obvious discomfort, "I haven't even started the car. But I guess you're welcome!" Kore refused to meet his eyes. The rest of the ride went on silently. Kore was lost in her thoughts. His eyes were pitch black, no one she knew had pitch black eyes. They usually had a tint of brown or hazel in them, but never pitch black. She suddenly recalled the nightmare she had as a child.

She could remember the sound of thunder and lightning in the background. A loud roar pierced the clouds. She remembered the heavens crying heavily as she ran. Kore remember running, but she didn't remember from what.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Liam croaked. He knew he sounded forced, but he needed an excuse to talk to her: to get to know her, even if it was just for a little while. "I'm Liam. William actually. William Athanas." He felt like he was having a James Bond kind of moment.

The girl stuck her hand out toward him and said, "I'm Kore, Kore Miller. Nice to meet you." For the first time, she smiled and he couldn't help but smile back.

Kore, what a fitting name, he thought. "So, where do you live?" He asked as the car came to a stop. He drummed his fingers on the edge of his leather seat, waiting for her reply.

"Just drop me off at Aster's Garden. It's right at the corner here." She said, pointing her forefinger in a certain direction. "And I'm good to go."

Liam nodded his head and followed her direction, all the while listening to her voice. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and marveled at the fact that she was there with him. In his car no less. His heart swelled, happy to be near her.

The car parked in front of a floral shop, neon coloured lights bounced of the surface of his grey Bentley. Kore tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears. "Well... this is me!" she said nervously. Her fingers tracing the door lock. "I uhh-"

"Can I have your number?" Liam blurted out. "I mean – I would like to see you again. B-but I totally understand if you didn't. I was actually. No, I-I mean-"

"Sure, here," Kore said, stretching out a shaky hand towards him, a small piece of paper in between her fingers. Through his ramblings, Kore felt like blushing. She was never asked out before. She didn't know what got in to her, but she wasn't feeling any regret.

Liam swallowed the lump in his throat before taking the paper from her. Their hands brushed against each other. Soft, he thought. His eyes followed her as she went out of the car and into the floral shop. A shit eating grin on his face.

A/N: This is the edited version. Hopefully, you people enjoyed it. And please, please, please do review. I get story favourite alerts and author alerts, but never reviews for this story. I thank those who actually took the time to write me a decent review. So please do READ and REVIEW this story.