Weston
Diana
Normal POV
Trust me, guys, that will make it a lot easier to understand what's going on in this chapter, since I'm trying something new. Also, to everyone who's been asking about Chris, don't worry. You'll learn who he is eventually. Any, on with the show.
January 19, 2018, 6:30 P.M.
Location: Siberia's Unwanted Child, Alaska.
How the fuck does Chris get these locations in his head. I mean, Robert, Emily, and I are understandable: We were all in the same general vicinity. But Fucking Alaska? There are plenty of locations where Artemis could be, most of them with a bearable temperature, and He thinks she'll be in Alaska. We've been looking for her for 6 months-why, i don't know, Chris doesn't seem to care what order they come in- and Chris suddenly just decides the bitch'll be in the Frozen Tundra. Of course, this came to him immediately after I accidently shoved him off a cliff in the Amazon. This is definitely payback. It's not like it was my fault. Not entirely. Just mostly. Like, ninety percent.
Ugh. Just arrived this morning. Of course, Chris insisted on dropping me off in unfamiliar territory, instead of a town, where someone could've given me directions. She's a hunter who lives in the woods, she's probably been to every city in the fucking state at least once, maybe more to buy food and shit. Somebody's bound to have seen her a few times. But noooooo, Emperor Palpatine seems to enjoy making my life hell. Seriously, just because I'm one of the most violent fucking people in his employ, he decides I shouldn't be trusted looking in places where people are more common than the fucking animals they're hunting. Seriously? Compared to the alcoholic and the klepto, he's less likely to get arrested if i'm around. I'm seriously starting to wonder if the paycheck is worth this bullshit.
January 23, 2018, 4:30 A.M.
Location: Forest outside Anchorage.
I don't think Chris understands that I'm not a hunter. I can't just magically track a ghost girl. Seriously, why not just track her from her Instagram account or something? Oh, wait, she doesn't HAVE FUCKING SOCIAL MEDIA! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? HOW THE FUCKING HELL DOES SHE NOT HAVE EVEN ONE SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNT? IT'S GODDAM 2018!
Ugh. Just managed to find Anchorage. How anyone can live in this shitpile of a city is beyond me. Seriously, practically everyone here is either a prostitute, a hunter, or a potential serial killer. And I'm being nice when I say that.
I fucking hate this place. As soon as i find this bitch, I'm going home and throwing Chris off a fucking helicopter.
January 24, 2018
Someone is looking for me.
Given my past history, I honestly shouldn't be surprised. Someone was bound to come looking eventually. It's not Jake. He would have sent me a message letting me know he was coming. This is someone else. Luckily, the townspeople have kept their mouths shut. They know better than to trust outsiders. It's what I like about this place. It's secluded, and people keep to themselves.
January 25, 2018, 7:30 P.M.
Location: Outside Anchorage.
Finally, I'm getting somewhere. Apparently, the people here have some local legend about some female hunter who lives in the woods or something. Doesn't help at all, because, of course, none of the dumbasses have ever actually seen the bitch. For all I know I'm on some wild goose chase and I end up finding nothing but disappointment, but you never know until it's over. Precisely the fact I hate this search..
One dude claimed that he had proof she exists. He showed me some silver arrow. And I mean pure silver. The bitch must be hunting werewolves or somethi-
Suddenly, an arrow flew past Weston's left cheek, leaving a sizeable scratch. Weston instantly felt around the newly-made wound, soon turning to the direction in which the arrow was fired from, reaching for one of his own weapons. "Looks like I found my target."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A female voice said. Before Weston could reply, another arrow flew out from the darkness, hitting a spot between his middle and ring fingers. Weston didn't really mind the attack, since it didn't land anywhere on him as he drew one of his newest handguns, a Smith and Wesson 1911 E series. By the time the next arrow had come, he just fired towards it, obliterating the arrow with the hollow point .45 ACP round.
"The least you could do is make this easier for both of us. I'm not here to kill you.. But you keep that shit up and I will."
A 16 year old girl stepped out of the darkness, an arrow still notched in her bow, aimed directly at Weston's head. She glared at him with icy blue eyes, though Weston wasn't very intimidated.
"What do you want?" She asked. "I've already told all the others: I'm not interested. Nobody's going to claim me. If you try, I will make your-" The girl faltered as she looked around. "Where are your hunting dogs?"
"People hunt with do- Okay, you're clearly the one I'm looking for. Welcome to the year 2018, miss behind-everyone-else. I'm Weston, the 'nicest' guy in this country, and you-" He stopped when she started speaking up again.
"I don't care who you are, like I've told every other guy who's come looking for me, I'm not interested."
Weston raised an eyebrow. "Excuse you, but I'm not that desperate, okay? Of everyone out there, you would not be a first choice. But, this isn't about romantics or any kind of relationship, it's about business."
The girl slowly lowered her bow. "Business? What kind of business?"
"Joining a special team of people who, allegedly, are the reincarnations of some old Olympian gods. I'm one of them. Name one other person who can destroy an arrow in mid-flight with a caliber the size of half my index finger."
"My brother. Anyway, I suppose you're the leader of this group. You look like the type of asshole who would think so."
"And you sound like the kind of broken coathanger who I normally take out my anger on. I wish I was the leader, but that's the guy who is apparently Zeus. So, there's that. I'm just the guy who supplies others with decent weapons and beats anyone to a pulp if they try to stop me from doing my work." Weston replied with a bright smile, crossing his arms after holstering the handgun. "Interested now?"
