I Attempt To Kill Felix (By Accident)

'LOOK OUT!' Apollo screamed.

My eyes registered the orange streak occupying the parking spot clearly labelled 'Magic Chariots and Other Flying Vehicles'. My foot slammed hard onto the brake pedal, jarring my ankle. Simultaneously my hands reached for the leather padded steering wheel and jerked it harshly to the left.

'Woo!' Apollo hollered waving his arms above his head. I shot him a stern glance.

The tyres squealed against the tarmac as the car desperately attempted to stop. My body was unprepared for the surprise attack on my senses. The shrill keening of the protesting tyres sent chills up my spine and racked my body with violent vibrations. Meanwhile my nostrils filled with the thick smoke emitted from the burning tyres.

'Everyone out,' Apollo cried merrily. My fingers probed clumsily along the leather interior to find the latch to release the door. Suddenly the cool metal disappeared and I fell inelegantly to the ground, coughing and spluttering as the smoke's razor sharp claws tore at my throat.

'Up and at 'em, kiddo!' Lights flashed behind my closed eyelids so I opened them to expel the dizzying phenomenon.

'Ah!' A face was unforgivably close to me. I tried to shriek but my oesophagus closed up in objection. I had another coughing fit instead. Apollo's face only moved closer in concern.

'Don't do that it's really creepy!' I croaked, shoving him forcefully away from me.

'It may not be in your best interests to physically attack a god right now, Mel.' A teasing voice called. It sounded strange and hollow in my ears. Carter's joking face appeared above me. I saw the joviality drain from his face as he assessed my condition.

'Blown ear-drum, broken ankle, concussion and surface scratches,' Apollo listed off, 'but a perfect parking job!' I turned to see the sun car parked neatly in a space marked 'Hell hounds' then stared at him dumbfounded.

'I will compose a poem in your honour. There was a girl-'. I turned to face Carter with a look that clearly said is he for real? Carter just rolled his eyes and started to tend to my injuries.

'There was a girl called Melanthe- Who smelled a lot like potpourri ...'

I must have looked totally bemused because Carter chuckled quietly to himself.

'Just ignore him. I do.' Silence enveloped us as he tended to my wounds, pierced occasionally by the dulcet tones of Apollo's horrendous rhymes. The silence quickly turned awkward. I suddenly remembered why we had to land in such a dramatic fashion and swivelled to face the occupied parking box.

Felix. Why and how was my cat here? And why was he trying to get me killed? I glared menacingly at him until he, sensing my fixation, looked up at me before lifting his leg to resume his scheduled cleaning. Dense cat!

I was distracted again by more atrocious rhymes.

'She drove the sun chariot- Too young to be proletariat...' Need I say more on the subject of Apollo's poetry?

'Bet you could do better.' I muttered to Carter, more to break the stuffy silence that was so unusual for us than anything else.

He grinned nervously before whispering so lightly in my ear:

'The one who is so dear to me,

The one who holds my heart,

Is the innocent Melanthe.

Who unknowingly tears me apart.

Her eyes, so gentle,

Her smile, so cruel,

Our meeting no more than coincidental,

Yet I know it's my fate,

And I know she won't wait,

For a boy who's becoming a man.

So I'll whisper my dream,

With all self-esteem,

And hope that she hears my plea,

She'll look deep inside,

She'll open her eyes,

Hope blind Melanthe will see me.'

I blinked once, twice.

'I didn't know-'He cut me off and leaned into me and for once in my life I just went with the flow.


Can I first apologise for not writing in AGES! But I just haven't had the time.

Secondly can I apologise for leaving the chapter with this ending.

I will TRY to write more frequently but I'm not making any promises.