《Artemis》8
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The entire day I could feel his eyes on me, my skin heating up under his gaze. I so badly wanted to just suffer through touching him, but I didn't want to see his heart stop; because I knew mine would stop right after.
I bit my lip as I made my way out doors towards my car, the powers within me practically humming on their own accord. I huffed out a breath, I don't think I can go to school after this until the full moon is over. My powers went out of control multiple times today; lifting this up and throwing them across the room, changing colors of various articles of clothing on strangers bodies, it was all too much.
I sighed as I watched Riley wave to Mona as he made his way to the sidewalk, looking down at his phone quickly. My eyes narrowed as deja vú hit me like a ton of bricks, watching as he began to step out into the road without even looking in both directions.
That's when it hit like a bucket of cold water, my feet racing as I pushed my way through the bodies around me. I made sure to not touch any skin as I made my way to him, my eyes widening when the members of the pack watched me with wide eyes and confused faces.
I hit the edge of the road when he was half way across, a car speeding around the corner sloppily. I pushed my body faster, slamming his body away from the dark car just as it would've hit his body. I twisted my body around him as we slammed onto the pavement, my breath knocking itself out of me while shouts and screams were heard from the school before us.
My eyes were wide as I stared up to the sky, my throat desperately trying to take in any form of air. Clouds poured into the sky above me, lightening flashed and lit up the sky. All I could see was visions passing through me, but I couldn't make out anything.
It was all a blur as the same feeling came over me, my heart almost stopping. Coldness crept over my skin, the sound of screaming and shouts muffled through my ears. I saw Mona and Riley standing above me, watching as they pushed Jaxon back from touching me.
I could see how badly this was hurting him, or at least hurting his wolf. But now I had to do what I didn't want to do; I had to leave.
I pushed myself up as they were yelling at one another, whoever was in the car coming into their conversation and ended up almost getting ripped apart from Mona and Jaxon alike. Riley pulled them off the poor human, my eyes trained on them before something flashed in the corner of my vision.
I turned slightly, my eyes making their way trough the huge crowd we had attacked, before settling on the three figures at the end of the street. Speak of the them and they shall appear.
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Three hooded figures stood, a single eye in the center figures hand. The other held a spinning wheel attached to a thread held by the other, a red thread that shimmered gold hung in their hands. I couldn't see their faces, but I could feel their powers and emotions radiating off of them.
They were furious.
I watched the sunlight explode over a shadow next to them, before a small chariot expanded over the sidewalk. I knew I was the only one that could see them by the way the humans and wolves around me kept on fighting, another side effect of The Fates being in the mortals presence.
Apollo stepped from his chariot and glanced over to the three next to him, his gold hair shining against his tan skin. I'll be honest, the sun God was one attractive fucker. Even with Jaxon no more than ten feet from me, being in the presence of the god before me sent my heart into overdrive.
But even as attractive as he was, he was still like a distant father to me.
I sighed and sent a pleading prayer to Selene, knowing full well she couldn't come to me until the sun was down. I watched Apollo begin his walk to me, his power drawing in those around him to flock to his body, even if they couldn't see him. The humans and wolves just looked to where his body was, looked through him, and grew flustered.
He finally stood before me, my eyes looking up to his warm chocolate ones he hid behind sunglasses. I sighed out and rested my forehead against his chest, smiling while his chest chuckled under me.
"You sure messed up again." His voice was velvet, slithering around me and encompassing me into his very breath. I nodded slowly, picking my head back up to look at my friends, who were in turn watching me.
The crowd around us began to leave, Apollo using his powers to disperse them slightly so we had more privacy. I guess being close with Gods that had created us had its perks, even if it was mainly Selene and Apollo.
I knew all of the Gods, minor and major alike, but I grew up with Selene and Apollo. After my family had died, Artemis herself left the hunt for two hours to speak with me, to offer a place in her hunt with all of the huntresses. I declined, much to her dismay, because I knew I belonged on earth. My mother had always spoken so highly of Artemis, and that was why I was named after her.
She wanted me to be strong, just like Artemis.
"They can't see you, but they know somewhat of you." I said to him, smirking inwardly as their confused faces.
"Come." I followed him hesitantly towards The Fates, the three wolves following close behind me. I stopped when I was within fifteen feet of them, eyeing the wheel and thread they played with between their bony fingers.
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"I am not coming closer to them, I don't really think they want me to either." I spoke, watching as the mouths of the center figure smirked to me.
"I know which one claims you, his thread is frayed at so many points in his life, it would be a shame,"
"Don't you dare." I grit my teeth towards her, my eyes watching as her mouth curled into a sinister smile.
I hated The Fates, but I knew this was their job, their very own fate. I couldn't hold any resentment to them, but it doesn't mean I couldn't cause as much trouble as I wanted to them.
I looked back over to Apollo just as he cast another ray of light onto him and the three sisters by him, undeniably allowing the wolves to see them by the audible gasps behind me. I rolled my eyes at him, turning slightly to see the three with wide eyes and open mouths.
"You always loved a good show." I muttered, watching as Jaxon's eyes drifted back over to me.
"You must tell him now, the Hunters draw near. The Fates will not hesitate to take one close to you, if you do not chose." I grit my teeth, cursing myself and my own life over and over again inside of my head.
I had unknowingly chosen Jessica that day, by leaving a mark upon her home. I didn't know I did until days after, when both Apollo and Selene met me at dusk. That was one of the only times they were both pale to come see him, once in the morning and ones at night.
"What do you have to do with the Hunters? What have you and Selene not told me?"
I watched as Apollo drew in a breath, eyeing the three next to him again. They simply stood there, the single eye watching me closely from her nimble hand. It didn't blink, instead staring at me in between it's flickering of the three wolves.
"Ares is leading them to you, he wants war. He's grown thirsty, and nothing Zeus, Poseidon, nor even Hades have done anything to stop him. The oracle spoke out and told no one to interfere, its between you and your mates pack."
I get my teeth even more as Jaxon growled behind me, feeling my heart hurt at just how betrayed he felt. I didn't blame him, but I knew it will hurt him even more when I tell him I may have to travel to Olympus.
"Although I believe he isn't your mate any more." I curtly nodded to Apollo, watching as the center figure took a single step forward.
"You've chosen." My eyes shot wide open to her, shaking my head.
"No, no I haven't, I haven't chosen anyone." I fastened, watching as her single eye drifted down the road.
I couldn't help choosing, my soul migrating between the bodies in the road near us and intercepting a soul all on its own. I looked down the line of sight as the one holding the wheel began to spin it faster, a pair of scissors being held in the hand not holding the eye. The one holding the thread pulled out a single piece, a frayed knot sitting close in the middle.
I shook my head frantically, watching as a stranger down the road held his chest. He looked forty or fifty, and was wearing a suit. He clutched at his chest when they began to saw at his threat, sawing more and more until he crumpled onto his knees. The crowd that had been surrounding us merely minutes ago now crowed around him, trying to prevent the inevitable.
The thread snapped just as he fell completely, his body splayed out as a woman shrieked. An ambulance quickly came up the road with the siren sounding out loud, eyes completely skipping over the group that stood at the corner, watching in horror.
Just as his heart stopped and the thread snapped, The Fates were gone. Nothing stood in their place except the feeling of coldness, inching its way over my skin and creeping deep into my heart. This was my fault, for intercepting something I knew I should've let happen.
I looked over to Apollo, who watched with a stoic face. I could feel the wolves watching us, my heart growing cold within my own chest.
"You know what you must do, whether he accepts you or not. Live up to your name, and fight. You know the way home, use it wisely."
With that, he stepped back into his own chariot and lifted off of the ground. I watched as he flew into the sky and disappeared with a gold flash, my eyes trained on the speck of gold he left, fluttering through the air until it hit the pavement his feet had sat at.
I turned and faced Jaxon solely, his steel eyes watching me. I couldn't tell what he was feeling, whether he hated me, loved me, was he afraid of me? I didn't know, but when I took a step closer to him, the first time I had willingly gotten closer to him, he took one back.
Was my heart breaking? Is this the feeling I should have felt when he rejected me? It spread through my veins and seized my heart, erupting into cold flames that contradicted themselves entirely. I took a breath and tried to still my heart, tried to make myself as emotionless as possible.
"I'm a witch, that was Apollo and The Fates, I speak to the Gods and it seems I have to save you all."
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A/N: am I moving too fast? Do you guys like the Greek god aspect, or hate it?
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