Haven't updated in a few days, sorry. I have the next chapter written, but I want some reviews before. Not like, twenty, but at least one because I feel like it. Remember, Fatal flaw contest is still up. Starting now, this is where things get pretty... dark. FYI.
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"Yes, I will tell you something." She said drily. "Two words, both contain a 'u'. One with with 'C.K.', and one starys with 'Y' and ends in 'U'. the first word starts with the letter between 'E' and 'G'. Any guesses, gentlemen?"
The Waiter slammed down their drinks, and the screen changed to the weather. Dawn paid quickly, and herded the others out the door.
I'm not asleep. Titan HQ in San Diego. Cell two-three-one.
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Lars paced angrily in front of the guards.
"She won't eat."
The guard nodded the affirmative.
"She has said nothing?"
"Well, yes. She saws-say-says-um, variations of 'fuck you' all the time." One whispered, bowing hastily, trembling in fear. "She also demanded to know what turnip truck you fell off of yesterday afternoon."
"Turnip truck." Lars glared at him.
"And what have you done to persuade her?" Kronos put his hands on his hips, fires running down his arms.
"Uh," Another guard said, frightened. "We have done everything but murder and rape her, sir."
"And why have you not done that?" The assembled minions shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, sir, if she was dead… she was supposed to be kept alive, you said. Dead bodies can't, um, talk. And, um, she is, erm, fourteen, and, um, most people don't want to… um, she, um…" The terrified mortal gulped. "We were afraid she would… um, kill us. Like, um, Lars. Um."
Lars glared at him, swinging his bandaged arm in anger. Kronos frowned.
"She is mostly undeveloped." Offered another hopefully. "We don't want to, um. Er… uh…" He stuttered himself to a halt.
Kronos stared a moment. "You are afraid she might kill you. And I might not?"
"You give us faster deaths, sir." One guard whispered.
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Dawn led the way down some twisted paths, and they all crouched behind a tree. An army of… things… thundered past them.
"That was close." She muttered, standing again. Hermes nodded uneasily.
"Too close."
"And it hasn't even ended yet." Said a cold voice.
They tuned. The arrow left Dawn's bow before she realized she had shot. The dracane staggered back, dissolving.
"Too easy." Peter hissed.
Eden, we're coming. Dawn thought franticly, heart pounding from this close call.
They turned, flying through the trees, looking for something, anything that could get them to San Diego faster.
They didn't find anything.
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"Stupid." Lars swung his foot out, and it collided with Eden's knee. It popped, and hurt like hell. Eden squeezed her mouth shut.
"Stinky" His foot swung out again, and she caught it, yanking. He flailed his arms to keep his balance,
"Bitch!" He hit the ground. Eden tried to move her leg; it appeared to be dislocated. There were so many burn marks and cuts all over her body; it was all she could do to heal the fatal ones. Why she bothered she didn't know.
The pills pressed against her chest. She could kill herself easily. One swallow. End this pain. It had been four days. Her stomach growled angrily, and Lars got to his feet.
She pulled her injured leg to her body.
"One day, you will realize that this is useless." He taunted. "Imagine a year here. Two years. Three years, even."
"No thanks." She said coolly. "You apparently didn't read the Greek Rules of Hospitality, where you are supposed to give your visitors lots of gold and good food and a ship to send them on their way. Haven't you read the Odyssey?"
He sneered. "We can kill you with a gold sword. Our food is good. And your ship will be a burial ship. If we even bother."
"Fuck you." She leaned back against the wall.
"Do you really want to?" He smirked, and her heart nearly stopped. No. no no no no no. Eden struggled to keep her cool.
"Do I look like an idiot?"
He laughed. "Hmm. Not so much. But you must be. A smart person would have told by now. A smart person would be free."
"A 'smart' person would be dead. You aren't going to let me go. You have tried every torture that exists. What else you got?" He smiled wider, checking his watch.
"Come. We are almost late" Oh, no no no. That was not supposed to be taken literally. What the hell were they going to do to her? there was some charm on the room; her sword stayed a safety pin and her bow wouldn't come.
Mind spinning with terror, Eden was hauled out of the room.
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They dragged her down the hall onto a small balcony, overlooking a large room. There was a stage up in front, and an air of excitment. There were several important officials, all holding an invitation. Eden's heart clenched. Were they going to kill her- here, in front of all these people?
But no, they were leading some shackled people onto the stage. Were they going to kill them? Eden's knee throbbed, and she wondered how to get it back in place.
"Welcome." Smiled a blonde guy into his microphone. "The bidding will start for this young man at 390. Do I hear 390?"
Eden swallowed. So this was a slave auction. Why were they taking her to a slave auction? Were they going to sell her, too? No, no one would buy her. She was to beat up, and anyway, no sane person wanted Eden Emmerson in their house.
A horrible thought hit her, and she looked at the slaves.
A wavy auburn head caught her eye.
The breath left her body, and her heart froze. NO!
It was Arianna.
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Her heart danced the conga and she felt like she would pop as she looked for a way out. The three people in front of her sold, and it was all Eden could do not to puke. She didn't see Jackie anywhere, which was… good? Bad? She didn't know. At that point, she didn't care. Eden knew where Arianna was- she had to find her.
"Bidding for… a hunter. Used to heavy loads…." Eden twitched. There wasn't time to think. With a pop, the chains around her ankles exploded and, dislocated leg aside, she flung herself over the balcony.
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