Jealous Mortal
Ch.-2- Library (444 words)
timewriteralive818
-Entrepreneurs are simply those who understand that there is little difference between obstacle and opportunity and are able to turn both to their advantage.-Machiavelli
Pan paced on the carpeted floor of the town library. Her eyes traveled along the old books, taking in the way they stood so old and tired on the shelves. Dust was nonexistent as the librarian- asleep at one of the tables like everyone else at 8:30 on a Saturday morning- dusted them diligently each day. The pages were yellowed and wrinkled, and the covers were about to fall off, but Pan found solace in them. Quiet, strong, and smart. They never complained, never whined of their awful fates. It was quite admirable, really. After Anne had disappeared, Pan had been comforted by them when everyone else refused to talk to her, to hang out with her, to be humans with her.
Pan reached her arm up, standing on her toes, and grabbed onto an old book on the top shelf. It was without a jacket, as were many of the older books at the library, and the gold lettering stamped on the front of the hard black cover read: The Greek Gods: A True History of Their Lives By: Alexandra Drakos, Daughter of Adicia
As Pandamilon flipped through it as she sat at one of the old wooden tables in the children's section, she began to notice a pattern.
Every goddess that she read about (she would not believe her godly parent was a guy) was either evil or the daughter of someone evil in the original myths. But the author, Alexandra Drakos, didn't make them sound like that.
No, she made them sound... important. Powerful, insane, worthy... whatever you want to call them. In the end though, they were just cool. As Pan read more, she felt oddly... understood. These women, these goddesses, they were real. They had enemies, desires. They wanted revenge, justice. Just like Pan.
But, Pan still hadn't found her mother. There were many options: Hecate, Apate, Invidia, Odyne, Erida, but none of them really spoke to her.
Except… for on: Nyx- Goddess of Night; Mother of Thanatos; Feared by all. In the ancient myths, she was said to be more powerful than Zeus, who had avoided her at all costs.
Yes. Pandamilon, daughter of the goddess Nyx. Pan liked the sound of that a lot.
As pleased as Pan was, she still had a dilemma, one that was in her path. She needed a sponsor. She needed power behind her, an easy way to access Anne where no one could stop her from getting what she wanted- Anne's death; and Pan knew the perfect one. She just needed to contact him…
No, wait, she did. Anne. Yes. Pan would definitely see Anne soon. She'd make sure of it.
Ch.-3- IM'ing (392 words)
-Men are so simple and so much inclined to obey immediate needs that a deceiver will never lack victims for his deceptions.-Machiavelli
Pan stood at the deserted car wash. The sun was in the process of rising.
A spray gun was in one hand, a long, gleaming bloody knife in the other. Some of the crimson blood dripped onto her thumb. She licked it off. It tasted good. It tasted like power.
The owner's body would be found later in the back, once it had decomposed and had been invaded by swarms of carnivorous flies in the Florida heat.
Pan stashed the knife in the waistband of her jeans, covering it with her shirt. Then, raising the water gun parallel to the sun, she sprayed the mist, and waited for a rainbow to form. First, all there existed was the sparkling of the thousands of water droplets hit by rays of the growing sun. But as the drops sank to the ground, the color spectrum formed, and Pan dug a drachma Anne had given her as a parting gift from her pocket and threw it at the rainbow, where it vanished.
In a loud, clear voice that seemed to echo in the emptiness of early morning, Pan said, "Anne, daughter of Aphrodite, Camp Half-Blood".
The rainbow shimmered for a second, and Pan took the time to arrange a smile on her face. She had to look friendly.
Anne slowly came into view. She was in what Pan guessed to be the Aphrodite cabin's bathroom, applying pink eye shadow to her already Barbie-impersonating face. Pan hid her disgust.
Anne squealed in surprise when she noticed the holograph beside her in the mirror.
"Pan!" She exclaimed. "What's up?" Her smile made Pan want to puke.
"Hey Anne! I was wondering if you wanted to sleep over next Sunday at my place. I know it's really dangerous and everything, but I want to catch up more on your life." Anne chewed her lip nervously. Old habits die hard.
"It is kind of risky… but I guess I could." She smiled, and her eyes lit up. "Sure! I'll come! I'll probably be able to get there 'round 7 if that's okay." Pan smiled again, this time a genuine grin. It had worked.
"Yeah, seven o'clock is awesome. Thanks! Bye!" She swiped her hand through the mist. Pan had a lot of work to do, and first stop was a "recording studio" in LA, and by extension, the Underworld.
A/N Hey! So, I've decided that whenever I post a chapter that is less than 1,000 words, I will include two of them instead of one.
