This took a little longer than I wanted it to an I'm sorry for that but my christmas break ended and I had to move back into the city. It was a bit of a process. Anyways please read and review, let me know what your thoughts and feelings are. I always read all the reviews and take all of them to heart. Stay happy and healthy!
lil-fledgling
Chapter 11
"I'm here to see you," Cameron said smoothly, sliding easily back into the roll of a creepy womanizer. "Pick things up from where we left off," He tried to sidle up close to Artemis, but she sidestepped him and brandished her dirty broom at him, effectively keeping him at a distance.
"Get out." Artemis hissed, moving backwards, towards the register. She had a box cutter she could use there if things came down to it. But more importantly the button to silently call the cops was under the counter. As much as it pained her to let armatures deal with the situation Artemis was not equipped to deal with a super powered villain. And she had a bad feeling the worm didn't come alone.
"Not happening babe." Cameron matched her step for step until she was against the edge of the counter. "I thought we could maybe pick things up where we left off," he reached out an icy hand and Artemis swatted it away with the broom, a puff of dirt flying up. Using this momentary distraction, the blond vaulted over the counter, hit the alarm button and grabbed the box cutter, extending the blade to it's longest setting. When Cameron finally rubbed all the grim out of his eyes Artemis stood crouched before him on the counter, box cutter in one hand and broom in the other. She looked like some sort of modern day goddess of war, here grey eye's blazing with hate and contempt.
"I said, get out." Artemis spat, "so leave, before send you home as ice cubes." Cameron sneered; beginning to find the girl he once knew to be annoying.
"I still have business with you, Arty." A hand shot out and the counter Artemis was on was suddenly covered in slick black ice. The archer lost her footing and slid off the tabletop and onto a heap on the ground. Cameron stood over Artemis like a triumphant king-of-the-hill; the same look of power and pride on his face that he wore as a child when he bested her.
"It seems like your father has been missing you," Cameron leaned over Artemis, caging her in with his body and knocking the box cutter from her hands. "And some of the rest of us have been too," He buried his head in the crook of her neck and breathed deeply, she still used the same peach shampoo. Artemis shuddered in disgust, violation and hatred roiling through her. With a silent kick Artemis got Cameron right in his junk causing him to double over and gag in pain. Swiftly Artemis reversed their positions, pinning Cameron and holding the retrieved box cutter dangerously close to his exposed neck.
"Get the fuck out of my store. I don't ever want to see you here again, you got that?" She dug the tip of the knife into his neck so it nearly broke skin. "And I don't want to hear anything about my father again, he's dead to me." For a moment Cameron looked terrified but his eyes flickered to something behind the archer and the look faded to smug satisfaction.
"Well that's a little harsh, don't you think?" A voice said behind the two teenagers and as Artemis was jumping up to see who had come in Icicle hit her with a bitter blast of cold, freezing her feet to the floor. She was immobile.
"Ahahhh!" Artemis screamed, the cold penetrating her old sneakers and biting into her with incredible pain. For a split second she couldn't feel a thing and then she was cold. So cold that it felt like she was burning. The irony wasn't lost on her.
"Long time no see Arty." Captain Cold smirked, strolling easily into the store. Killer Frost followed him and lazily began flipping through the trashy magazines by the cash register.
" 'Wonder Woman rated sexiest super human' ugh, please," She made a disgusted noise and threw the magazine to the ground. "What does that Amazon bitch have that I don't?"
"Class, style, friends, morals, take your pick." Artemis couldn't help but say. The vileness rounded on the stationary archer and narrowed her eyes in rage.
"Your not in any position to be back talking Crock." Killer Frost hissed, moving towards Artemis in a threatening stride until she was nearly nose-to-nose with the girl.
"We aren't aloud to kill you," She said softly, tracing a finger down Artemis's check and leaving a burning web of frost in its wake. "But you're daddy didn't say anything about playing with you. Maim, torcher, frostbite." Killer Frost giggled manically, tapping the tip of her finger against Artemis's chin sending a jolting freeze with every touch. "We can't do anything with your fingers and toes, those are very important, aren't they? But what most people don't know is that the face is also incredibly vulnerable to frostbite." She blew a stream of biting air onto Artemis's nose, coating it in a thick layer of frost. "And you don't really need your face do you? It's not like you were very pretty anyways." With a bounce Frost strutted back to the magazine counter, acting as if nothing had happened.
"You're all crazy." Artemis gasped through the freezing pain. "My father sent you didn't he?" Captain Cold grinned.
"Smart girl." He commented, turning to Cameron. "I can see why you like this one. She's got spunk. A little too much fire in her but I'm sure we can do something about that." Even though her legs were going numb and Artemis was sure her face was suffering from sever frostbite, a coiling, heated anger was churning in her stomach and working it way though her body, up her throat and out her mouth in a dangerous rage.
"I'm a God damn Spitfire."