Artemis POV
I screamed as the knife slid across my back again. It was stupid, I was trained to withstand torture. I shouldn't have let myself gotten captured either. If this were a training session my step dad would've killed me. Literally.
"Tell me about the gods. What do they look like, what are their weaknesses, and why are they here?"asked the Joker again
"Go fuck yourself."I muttered
He frowned and quickly brought his smile back as he stabbed me. I knew I wouldn't be killed by this, the moon gave me strength, but this might be too much for me. I screamed in Greek, "Pi̱gaínete na pethánei se mia trýpa pou karióli̱ !"
"Ah a different language... Guessing Greek."He grinned
"Yeah, it means to go die in a hole mother fucker."I grunted
He cackled, "Oh how bold! Brave! Noble! Nonabhorent! I'm pretty sure that last one wasn't a word but who cares!"
I scowled at him as he started his cutting again. I gasped for air as the world started spinning.
"Tell me about the gods."He asked again
The last thing I remember before blacking out was saying, "Only if you learn how to fly a dragon named Happy."
I woke up to feel pain. It rocketed from my back to my legs. My beautiful white dress ripped and destroyed, my arrows broken, and my bow covered in blood. I was sitting in a chair, more like tied to it, and it was hard to breathe. I could barely make out the sounds of talking and feel the movement beneath me. I was in a trailer. Almost like a separate room, but I still didn't know what was happening. Where were Wally, Dick, Annabeth, Percy, and Nico? I felt panic surge through my veins as I considered they too were being tortured. The Joker walked in with his usual grin.
"So are you gonna spill the godly beans?"He asked
"That would go great with godly Advil." I snorted
His grin didn't fade as he snapped out a syringe, "Maybe a little fear will change your mind."
With that he plunged the tip into my bicep and I screamed as the pain registered. I felt something surge through me as I relived my painful childhood.
Flashback
I was five years old again. I felt the soft pajamas that greeted me as I slipped under my covers. Suddenly my dad burst through the room and took out his baseball bat. And old wooden Louisville Slugger. I screamed as he swung at me. He swung until I was asleep in a pool of blood. The hardest part of this memory was the fact that Jade was in my bedroom doorway, disappearing like the Cheshire Cat.
I was eight years old and I thought of my friend who moved just a while ago. She moved to California. She looked kind of like me, curly blonde hair, tan, gray eyes. One big difference; She didn't live with a horrible parent like mine. I aimed and shot the bow and arrows I had learned to love. I threw knives and did acrobatics, but the bow was the best for me. I released the arrow and it flew a centimeter from the bulls-eye. Then my dad brought out his beloved Louisville Slugger.
I was ten years old and Artemis had just kindly took pity on me and trained me herself, away from my dad. But it didn't last that long. Two months later I awoke with writing, clearly done with a knife, etched into my back that said, "Baby Girl". I told Artemis and she cured me from all the scars, but when I awoke the next day I wasn't with Artemis. I was with my dad.
I was thirteen years old and I saw a group of kids that I now call friends with a monster. It was large and it reminded me of the Greek lessons I received from Artemis. A faint memory tickled the back of my mind and I recognized the monster of a Fury. I took out an arrow and shot it. The kids gaped at me and I smirked. Before the other monster stabbed me in the back.
I was back in the present, gasping for air. My heart was beating fast and I was sobbing.
"Now will you tell me?"asked the Joker
I choked out the next words slowly, "Go ... To ... TARTARUS!"
He grinned and stabbed me again. Even through my screams I could feel the tears gushing as the dam broke.
I was broken and bent.
I was definitely not traught.