The Five Demigods

Chapter 120

Three days passed and Matt had pretty much separated himself from everybody, to make it easier. He'd gotten all the things he needed for the twins from Leigh, and had seen no one else since.

The demigod sat on his bed with his daughter in his arms as he flipped through the cable channels.

Nothing was on that interested him, so he tossed the remote to the side and looked at the baby. She had little to no hair on her head, but what he could see was pale blond, like her mother.

His son was asleep in his bed, though he was bound to wake up soon.

He needed names, but him and Cameron never got that far.

He felt a cold shiver run through him and he knew what that meant, so he put the baby girl back in her bed and went I to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror at himself, memories came at him.

He thought about Cameron and how they met. The first time he tried to get away, Matt tried hiding in plain sight, but he was a dumb sixteen year old at the time. He met her at a truck stop. Both of them on the run, but from different things. Cameron was trying to get away from her father.

He felt tears form in his eyes when he remembered their first kiss. It was like something had woken up inside of him. Like he'd found what he was missing. When he was with her, the effects of the Hell Hound blood weren't as strong. But, he kept hurting her by leaving her. He didn't have much of a choice in it, though. Whenever he'd try to run, T would find him.

Three years after T initially got to him, during a moment of weakness (as T saw it) he slept with Cameron and got her pregnant. He'd missed pretty much the entirety of her pregnancy except the last month or so, but T gave him a fresh dose and he had no control of himself. In turn, he held her captive.

Tests and needles and poking and prodding. All of it done to her and their children. It was like he was watching himself do these things. He couldn't stop, no matter how hard he tried; and any time he'd waiver, T would inject him again.

Matt put her through so much and she still loved him. She still held out hope for him. Hope that he could be saved.

But now, when that hope finally came, she was gone.

And it was his fault.

In reaction to his thoughts, he punched the bathroom mirror hard enough to shatter it.

He hated himself. He hated T. He hated what T made him do to the love of his life.

About a minute later, a knock from the hotel room door broke him out of his thoughts.

With a heavy sigh, he looked at the mirror, then looked at his hand.

The first two knuckles were split and there were cuts all around them, bleeding.

He grabbed one of the hand towels and wet it before opening the door.

"What?" He said to the demigod in front of him as he wrapped his hand.

"Just checking on you." Scott shrugged then saw Matt's hand. "You good?" He pointed to the appendage.

"Why are you here?"

Scott gave a nervous chuckle and scratched his temple.

"Um, I don't really know...actually. I was in the bathroom and I heard a thud. What did you hit?" Scott pointed to Matt's hand.

Matt sighed and moved to the side to allow Scott to come in.

The demigod did so, then turned to look at Matt, who was shutting the door.