My Hero Origins- Artemis Divil Story

Chapter 6

Artemis had been with his family for a week, a period that had been both tense and challenging. Despite their hopes for a smooth transition, he firmly declined to participate in the training they had designed for him. Frustrated by his stubbornness and unwillingness to cooperate, his family found themselves at a crossroads. They had exhausted all options in their attempts to motivate him, leaving them with no choice but to impose a punishment. Bri and Rose had finally reached their breaking point with him. After weeks of tension and escalating conflicts, they confronted him in a quiet room, where the atmosphere was charged with unresolved issues. In a moment of frustration, they engaged in a heated struggle, pushing him back until he lost his balance and stumbled.

Realizing they needed to assert some control over the situation, they decided to restrain him. They quickly found a sturdy chair and tied him securely, ensuring he couldn't escape. As they stepped back, the weight of their actions hung heavy in the air.

Tied to the chair, he looked up at them, a mix of confusion and frustration in his eyes.

Bri and Rose exchanged wicked grins, their eyes glinting with mischief as they carefully blindfolded Artemis. He squirmed slightly, sensing the change in the atmosphere but unable to see what was unfolding around him. The thrill of the moment heightened their anticipation; they were fully aware of the power they held in this situation.

As they secured the blindfold, a shadow loomed behind them, and the air grew thick with an unsettling energy. Their father, known as Tyrant, emerged from the darkness, his figure imposing and enigmatic. He wore a sinister hockey mask that obscured his features, making him appear both intimidating and otherworldly. In his hand, he held a pair of gleaming pliers, the metallic surfaces catching the dim light and reflecting it in unsettling patterns.

With each deliberate step Tyrant took toward Artemis, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Bri and Rose could feel the tension in the air, a mix of excitement and fear swirling around them. They relished the moment, knowing their father's reputation for unpredictability and the unpredictable scenarios he often created.

Artemis, still blindfolded, could hear the faint sound of the pliers clinking together, each sound echoing in his mind like a drumbeat of impending dread. His heart raced as he strained to discern what was happening, trying to make sense of the situation.

Bri and Rose watched with bated breath, their expressions a blend of exhilaration and trepidation. They leaned in closer, their whispers barely audible as they exchanged gleeful comments about the impending chaos. It was a game for them-a twisted form of entertainment that had always brought them together in the most unusual ways.

As Tyrant reached Artemis, the room seemed to hold its breath. The sight of the masked figure looming over him, pliers glinting ominously in the low light, was both thrilling and terrifying. Bri and Rose could hardly contain their laughter, their excitement bubbling over as they anticipated the next twist in this darkly playful scenario.

Tyrant: Are you ready for some fun?" his voice, muffled by the mask, sent shivers down Artemis's spine. The sinister tone was unmistakable, and he knew that whatever was coming next would be anything but ordinary. The tension was palpable as the scene unfolded, a mix of fear, excitement, and the thrill of the unknown hanging in the air.

He then brought the pliers closer to Artemis's toes, and in that moment, time seemed to slow down. The cold metal glinted menacingly in the dim light, sending a wave of dread coursing through him. As he gripped the pliers tightly, Artemis felt a mix of fear and disbelief. What was about to happen would be etched in his memory forever.

The tension in the room was thick, and Bri and Rose watched with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Each breath felt heavy with anticipation, as if they were on the brink of a dark revelation. The impending sense of dread loomed over Artemis, knowing that this moment would mark a turning point he could never erase.