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Without myself realizing it. I'm running. Running towards the eye of the storm of the hatred that I'm getting reeled into. As I scamper towards him I suddenly hear the, now familiar wails of the three bloodied sisters, huffing out names of people and their sins against houses? Before even realizing it, I crash into him. My fist brought out, ready to ward off his attacks. But he did something no one could expect, he grappled my hips and shifted his body to fit into mine and pinned me down on the floor. So this way I'm totally immobile, especially with the fact that he's holding my arms above my head.

Leaning down, our noses just millimeters away from physical touch, he whispers just enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath emitting and landing on my face.

"Who are you? What house do you belong to?" his voice was urgent and strained, full of pain, as if he was holding something back. Though there was something more to it. Fear. But fear of what? Though, before processing more, my mouth seemed to involuntarily move by its own, shaping words and forming them, and spitting it out crudely to him.

"I shan't tell my name to such an unworthy voyager from an enemy house, though just to cater to your uncle Tantalus' worries. Tell everyone that I am from the house of Atreus." I spat out those last words with eerily shaking hatred. Then I thought about what I just said. Jeez, that wasn't me at all. I wouldn't speak in such and Elizabethan English. And For God's sake it's the modern century already! Is my head somewhat hay wired for such a proper slang?

Shaking my head out of that reverie, I look up slowly at his face see a shocked and fearful expression plastered on his face. The suddenly it changes into remorseful anger but it felt like it was for a different cause than mine.

"How do you know about these? How do you know about my uncle Tantalus?!" disbelief now present in his features. Then suddenly an unbelievable chuckle escaped from my lip.

"How Oh How would I know this? OH, Let me think. The House of Thebes has always been stupid for them to let the other houses see their plans as clear as a shard of glass reflecting the midday sun." I growled in his ear. My body shooked in revulsion because of the adrenaline of anger pulsing through my veins.

Taking advantage of his confused expression, I managed to move my hands.

Reaching up to his neck, my finger tips chasing a pulsing artery or even a vein to slice open. Then I found it, and I slit it in half.

Shaking his head out of that momentary confusion, he managed to realize that I was slicing open his skin. But it seemed like he didn't feel it. Then suddenly he forced his hand up, enclosed in a fist. Then at that moment I knew that I went too far. Then my lips moved again, more sturdy and more in control this time.

"If thou hurt thee, The Holy city ATLANTIS shan't be raised." The words shook a little at the ends. Feeling lost and beaten, the painful and scream shattering cramps entered the scene, and I just bit my lip hard for me to settle down my screams of pain.

Closing my eyes to stop the pain, I felt like the buck load of weight that was on me just minutes ago was gone. Opening my eyes, I saw that he was lying down on the ground shaking in agony.

Then there it was again, the smell of singed hair and burned flesh.

I looked up and saw that I was staring face to face with the 3 bloodied sisters, still weeping blood and calling out names. Thrashing around and pulsing in agony.

I suddenly felt the bloodlust come back again, the pure burning hatred that made me feel like I wanted to kill. So I stood up and saw the rest of the his family looking back at me in frighten ment, as if I was some bizzare creature that was made to kill.

Just as I was about to lunge at them, my hands out and ready to fight. I felt suddenly lightheaded and airy then an overwhelming darkness came crashing in. Then a crack followed from my head.

And I was left feeling the guilt jumping up and down in my chest as I heard a shriek from a girl, a girl I knew I cared for so much. Claire.

Helen!