A r G o
Chapter 4: She has a gun
It was fairly safe to say that Jason was, figuratively speaking, dead. Scrambling up from where she was sprawled out flat on the ground, Argo, shaking out her dress, eyes burning coldly, flicked out her gun and stalked over to where the son of Zeus stood, frozen in shock, and pressed the bronze metal against his forehead, a click resonating out into the air as she loaded it, staring into Jason's eyes with a deadly malice. Gaze flickering to the side in panic, the blonde-haired teenager raised his hands in surrender, feet planted into the ground, practically shaking in fear.
"Are you going to apologise?" The girl's voice was cold and deadly as she stood, feet twisted into a shooting stance, the barrel of her pistol pressed against Jason's forehead, smoke rising steadily from the exposed flesh of her arms. Seeing the look of pure fear on his friend's face, Leo, clenching his fists in anger at Argo, called out.
"She's ran out of bullets!" Whirling around faster than Leo could register, Argo flexed her finger around the trigger, a look of cruel mocking etched into her face.
BANG! The ground, mere centimetres away from Leo's feet exploded, dust and earth flying out to the side, sending the son of Hephaestus scattering to the side, the sound of the gunshot echoing in his ears, causing his head to spin. A plume of smoke rose from the impact of the shot, and Leo shot Argo a glare, fear working its way up inside of him.
"Are you crazy?!" he demanded, storming over to the golden-eyed girl, who stared back at him, gun resting casually in the palm of her hand. "You could have freaking killed me!" Shrugging in a relaxed manner, Argo twirled the weapon in her hand once, then slotted it back into place at her hip, tossing her copper hair over her shoulder.
"I'm a good shot." Flashing Leo a smirk, she turned back to Jason, folding her arms across her chest and leaning backwards on the heels of her feet. "I still want an apology." Seeming to regain his voice in the absence of the gun, the son of Zeus swallowed, and muttered some hasty words, gaze flickering towards Argo's pistol in anxiety.
"Leo, who is this?" Piper, an unsettled look in her colour-shifting eyes, questioned the son of Hephaestus, looking Argo up and down as she did so, taking in the Festus helmet, golden eyes and loaded gun, hand flying to her side where her dagger hung, glinting in the sunlight.
"It's complicated..." Understatement of the millennium... Leo added the last part in his mind, willing that Piper would just accept the fact that a random stranger with a gun had appeared and threatened her boyfriend. No such luck.
"I have time." Sighing heavily, Leo shot one last glance at Argo, who had become preoccupied in a thorough examination of her name tattoo on the wrist, and spoke.
"Would you believe me if I told you that she was the human form of the Argo II?" A thoughtful expression briefly passing across her face, Piper raised one eyebrow questioningly, and shook her head, the feathers attached to the end of her braid quivering softly with the movement.
"No."
"Well, too bad, because that's what she is." Eyes wide with shock, Piper's vision shot from Argo, to Leo, then back to Argo, eyes wide and disbelieving.
"How..." She trailed away as Jason put his arm around her shoulders and spoke, contributing his thoughts to the situation.
"How can she be the Argo II? If she was, she wouldn't be trying to shoot me." Casting an indignant glare at the copper-haired girl, he looked back over to Leo, who was standing, staring at his feet, eyes narrowed in thought. "It just doesn't make sense..."
"Oh, she's the Argo alright. I can sense it." Snapping his head up, Leo saw a shadow pass over him, then whirled around to see the freckled face of Rachael Elizabeth Dare behind him, vivid green eyes flashing with amusement. Fixing Rachael with an inquisitive glare, Argo, hands clenched by her sides, crept over, head tilted to one side in an amusing act of curiosity.
"Who are you?" she questioned, narrowing her metallic eyes. Smiling, the Oracle held out a hand, and grinned welcomingly, face framed by her almost flame-like hair.
"Rachael Elizabeth Dare, host of the Oracle of Delphi." Accepting the gesture tentatively, Argo shook Rachael's hand, then looked back over to Leo, an accusing glare upon her face.
"Did you send her to make me be friendly?" the copper-haired girl's arms began to smoke lightly as she stalked purposefully over to the son of Hephaestus, and stared at him expectantly, eyes cold and dangerous. Backing up, Leo placed his hands in the air submissively as the girl clenched her fists, tapping a foot, the metallic sound it made creating a tense beat in the air.
"I don't know what problem you have with me." He spoke, eyes narrowed, locked in an unconscious staring contest with Argo, gold against brown, tension crackling in the atmosphere.
"You're annoying. You're full of yourself. You have no respect. Do I need to go further?" Seemingly enjoying herself, Argo raised her hand, the smoke intensifying, the flesh beginning to glow weakly, her eyes flashing with wicked light.
"And it never passed your mind that I may have thought the same about you?" Smirking back, Leo folded his arms across his chest, unfazed by the heat emanating from the copper-haired girl's body.
"Oh, it crossed my mind. What you think, however, is irrelevant." Laughing, the son of Hephaestus hot back a reply, almost enjoying himself.
"Oh, I'm irrelevant, am I? Well how embarrassing must it be to know I created you." A spark of insecurity flickered across Argo's eyes, a brief glint of gold, fading away, barely sighted, however Leo saw it, the shimmer of flame amongst the cold steel. "And how must it seem, to know that I could just un-create you at any second." Tilting his head towards the Festus hat, the Demigod relished in the panic in Argo's eyes, leaning back, satisfied. He was unprepared.
The moment he let his guard down, Argo, barely a flash of metallic light, sprinted towards him, whipping out her gun and pressing it against Leo's chest, head tilted to one side, breath whistling from between clenched teeth, hair damp against her forehead, face smeared with soot, eyes blazing. The son of Hephaestus felt his heart rate pick up as she reached out and forced his head upwards, fixing his gaze with her own, a crooked smirk showing glinting teeth flashing to life upon her face.
"I'd like to see you try."
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