Freedom | Avengers Story

Part 9

"A-Ares? As in the Greek God of War, Ares?" Tony tries to reiterate out of me, and I nod. Everyone's eyes are still on me, but their attention shifts as Ares jumps down and falls, his cape flying up. When he lands, everyone but me stumbles, his impact causing the ground to shiver.

His height is almost as tall as mine, only a bit taller. His armour glistens in the beating sun and clinks as it hits among itself as Ares moves. He straightens up from his bent stance, rolling his shoulders back in confidence. In his right hand is his staph, the one he killed my mother with. It flashes gold and radiates diabolical energy. I can smell Mother's blood off of it, and it's making my stomach churn. The sight of him sickens me. His presence is infernal. Negative. Disregarding.

I want to kill him. I have to kill him.

"Look at you, all feisty." He starts, slowly making his way over to me. Unluckily, he continues his jabber.

-"All feisty and despicable as your mother."

Bastard. Absolute bastard. The audacity he possesses. Coming back, ruining a home that is not his and spits at me about my mother who deserves nothing other than respect, after being killed by this brute.

"Speak ill of my mother again, Ares, and I will slice your neck as cleanly as you talk." I threat. I mean every word. He laughs haughtily, holding his stomach as he does so.

"With what, Freedom, darling? Do you even know how to fight? Ersa ran off with you in her arms while I battled the traitorous snakes I call 'family'. Fighting, you know not. So stop with the fibs and allow me to end this war." He preaches.

End this war? What could be remotely possible that could end this war between us? Apologising? Repentance? Like Hell. His actions are beyond unforgivable.

Silence draws in, the wind whistling as the tower creaks and crepitates. My hair flies in the wind as Ares' cape flaps around. I feel myself tense up, the suspense strangling me by the neck.

"Then end it." I demand, my voice low and rough as I do so.

Ares leans his head to the side and you can hear the muffled click-sound it produces.

Suddenly and without warning, he throws the staph at me.

"Watch out!" I shout, dodging his weapon. Unfortunately, it scrapes the side of my left arm, blood beginning to spill out of the wound.

I hear a cinch behind me, and a person groaning. The sound is wet and agonising, and when I turn around, Ares has penetrated one of the civilians who worked inside the building. I watch in grief as they crash to the ground, a puddle of crimson liquid forming around them.

The sight, the sound, the reactions from everybody else. It's unpleasant to the eyes and the ears, having to relive the misery I once experienced. I feel a sting in my arm, and I patch it with my right hand, the blood only peaking through my fingers and running down my arm.

"Everyone, are you alright?" I mutter behind me. They are all crouched into small balls of petrified, helpless individuals. They peer up at me and nod.

"Ah~ I see. Allies with these peasants?" Ares spits from behind me, emphasising the first letter. I can feel the moisture of his venom, though it has not hit me anywhere so. I turn back to face him and exhale a vexed breath.