Persephone Run

Chapter 3

okay dokey sorry about my lack of being there I just tend to procrastinate A LOT, I also go to a college preparatory academy so I have a shit ton of homework any way here chapter three

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The ballroom was so silent you could hear a pin drop, oh but I could totally understand e was gorgeous. He had one of those faces that looked old and young at the same time. Raven black hair, those most bewitching lavender eyes, and cupids bow lips the color of cherry blossoms, but not to be fooled by the angelic face he had cheek bones that could cut granite, and a body of a roman soldier. 

No one dared start gossip, but simply stared with mixed emotion. He scanned the room looking for something, or rather someone. His eyes zeroed in on the king himself Zeus. his lips curved into a sinister smirk he gave jesting bow and said.

"Where is my grand welcome, the throng of whores, and wine" he says sardonically many looked offended or amused. I looked the stage where my mother and her siblings sat, she looked grief stricken and enraged, 

 Zeus on the other hand looked amused "Hello brother " said to mister mystery."Hello brother welcome back, I'm glad you're done pouting" he says with a smirk and malicious glint in his eye,  What was he talking about any way, pouting about what?

"I would hardly call grief;  pouting, but I guess it is all a matter of opinion" he easily brushed of his brothers insult. Zeus looks cold for second,  then breaks into a warm smile

 "Nice to know your healing" and just like that the tension that was building dissipates,everyone goes back to their conversations, and the party continues. I get up noticing that I was staring at him from the floor. I walk out to the back courtyard before the drunkards come back, and make a cage of sorts over a fairly large part of the corner.

"Finally peace" I made a chair and sprouted some flowers some glowed to allow a comfortable light. None of those known by man but my own personal creation. The petals had a dull luster, with a deep purple that faded into a searingly bright white, the colors worked in perfect harmony. I loved this flower, It means so much to me, I don't know why. I leaned back and stroked the petals thinking about my past, the things I don't know, what I wish I could remember. The memories come back in figments, emotions and picture that I can't completely understand, but I'll find out one day I hope so suddenly there was noise from outside my wall.

"Who's there" I said defensively. A shadow moved around the outside of my little haven

"No one you need be afraid of" a familiar voice said from the outside

" I'll be the one to judge that" without warning a velvety black smoke seeped through the cracks of my make shift fortress. the smoke comes together and forms the man in all his mysterious glory.

" hello stranger" he says with a cute wave

the feeling of familiarity i have with this stranger is aching me sweat. Keeping my face in stone i look at him, bored

" Hello" i take an exaggerated sigh like its a chore to be speaking "why are you here?"

" is it to much to want to speak to a beautiful lady" he tales a step closer. its a step to close

" it is hen i don't want to be bothered" hoping that will send him away i turn around and head back to my make shift throne of vines. i feel unsatisfied with how this ending i crave more. suddenly there's a presence behind me. Strong, Warm. Comforting?

"I don't really think your bothered mi polomita"  I swing back, hoping to hear the familiar click of a dislocated jaw. it was a wistful listening to the pain you inflict it makes you feel powerful . 

"Shit" he fell, there was no click. "to close?"

I laughed a little then hurriedly swallowed it back" i'm loosing my edge"

"What" he says indignantly "waiting for the click?" I gasped finally breaking the stone that covered my face I could breath again.

"When you swing for your opponent think amount what you want your outcome to be "

"What do you mean"

'Ok so when you swing for some one jaw what do you wan to do?

"Break it, dislocate it , destroy their face!"

" Yes! and what noise does that make"

" Click"

"So next time you swing think about the crack, listen for it"

I remember my combat lesson with who I don't remember, most of my previous memories are foggy. mother says it is because of the accident. 

"How do you know about that, are you fucking stalking me"

A coy expression crawls across his face 'no I was there" he laughs, its a short tuft from his lips. Before he can take his next breath to speak. I hear the defining caw of crows and the crisp breeze of afternoon spring weather drops to a bone chilling temperature.

"Persephone!" its my mother she sounds hysterical, and worst she looking for me. I pull a sword from the ground made of clay and stone. an attack the stranger sneaking behind him and kicking the back of his knee. When he is on the floor I grab him by his hair, and shove the sword against his throat. he hisses

"Kinky"

I pull harder" shut the hell up" to scared to say anything else. my sanctuary from nature crumbles to the ground and I am exposed the harsh glares and giggles of family. The worst is my mother, sweet Gaia if looks could kill...