Breath taker

Part 42 - Various shenanigans

Guess who did it and finally finished writing another chapter. End may suck since it's currently 12:30 AM

I just checked my notes and one of them just says 'Pitch has no idea how many children he has'. Keep that in mind when you read this chapter.

Hecate moved quickly, rage fueling her movements as she cut at him with her stolen sword. She grinned as she felt the sword collide with flesh. 

He yelled in surprise and jumped back, lifting his skirt to reveal a nasty cut that bled black sand. Hecate continued her attack while he was distracted, jabbing and slicing at him wildly. She hit her target every time. She was going to make him pay, a cut for every second her sisters felt scared. She'd-

-her sword flew out of her hand and into Pitch's.

Stupid, stupid magic.

Pitch grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her up to eye level.

"What on earth are you doing with this?! Don't you know that swords are dangerous!" he said exasperated, glancing between her and the sword. Hecate was startled by this reaction. She had no expectations for how this would have ended but she did not expect to feel chastised, as though her mother had lectured her but she was reminded of the feeling. She hung there for a moment considering what to say before remembering what this man had done and that he was her enemy.

"Not if you know how to use it," she retorted, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a knife. She reached up to where Pitch's arm held her and slashed at his vein. She didn't manage to draw blood before he magicked it out of her hand again.

"Would you stop that?!" he asked annoyed as he tried to set her down inside the cage with her sisters.

"No." she replied, pulling out another one and trying the same thing. He dropped her in surprise as he took her knife again. She tried to run at him but he magicked her into place with black sand veined with purple. She struggled in it's grasp but it was like swimming in quicksand.

"Now then, would you please stop attacking your father?" he asked amused. She spat at him and muttered a string of creative curses. He sighed and Hecate thought she heard a chuckle.

"You are your mother's daughter," he muttered endearingly. He crouched down to what he must have thought 'was her level' but that always pissed Hecate off when adults did that. If she could she'd kick him in the jaw. Instead she chose to manifest all her anger into her eyes in hopes that lasers might come out of them and smite him.

"Is this all your weapons?" he asked curtly as the sand gently pulled the large stick off of where she'd attached it to her back.

"What do you think?" she shot back, staring daggers at him.

"No but I don't imagine you'll be telling me where they are."

"Of course not you slimy mother-"

"Language young lady," he warned, waving his hand so the black sand covered her mouth. Blegh. Mel used to eat dirt as a toddler but Hecate really did not see the appeal. Pitch sighed.

"Well, I suppose if you are careful with them and don't cause trouble you may keep them." Because if there were two things Hecate was known for it was her cautious, rule stickler demeanor. This chump really knew nothing. He tossed her in with her sisters. 

"Stay in here, your mother will be here shortly," he informed them as he waltzed out of the room, probably to go nurse that gash on his leg. Hecate rushed over to her two sisters.

"Are you okay Nyxie?" she asked gently. She loved bullying her sister but not as much as she loved her sister. Nyx nodded, taking deep breaths that sounded very much like sobs.