LIGHTNING AND THUNDER

(3) Henry: Thunder

CHAPTER 3: 

*HENRY*

I grabbed Levis’ hand, she hadn’t said anything to my comment about my recent knowledge of her unique talent, she shook and grew rigid, her eyes glossy from tears and her face stiff with fear. She was still trapped in some parallel world, all her own, of fear.

Moro and Antonio came through the big wooden doors and, I was thankful no one else was in the store, because I had forgotten that they transformed with the stench of raw human emotion.

Their stomachs were slowly rising into their chests, making them become more muscular, and taller. Their faces were starting to brown and become more snout-like at the second, horns were sprouting out of their temples, their hands becoming claws and their small shoes bursting with hooves growing where their feet should be. I slipped into my power state and I felt their power feeding off of her fear, I mentally overpowered their transformation, I pushed down the monster trying to claw out, try to tear at their minds, force their hunger upon them, I shoved that monster down, I beat him until he was buried deep within the two men. I surfaced and I saw them slowly change back, they stormed into the kitchen and ran into their basement where they would stay until they controlled themselves.

I had to get Levi out of her state, in case the two were too strong. I slid into her booth, were she sat, immobile and stiff, her eyes fixated where my face would have been across from her. I took a napkin from the dispenser and I dipped it into the Coke’s that Moro and Antonio had left on the counter. I pressed it into a small indentation on the back of her neck, I felt the fear twisting around her throat and slowly eating her away inside.

I wanted to stop it; I wanted her to be here, with me, happy. Being that we were fated to be together, we were intertwined by the Fates. Her destiny was already apart of my own. We were already one. We already loved each other. Although it was unconventional, it was instantaneous, not unnatural. We were two puzzle pieces, already molded beforehand to fit together. I loved her and I didn’t want every time we were together to un-earth painful memories of her past. I knew how she felt. I had had more than enough painful memories.

My mother, fighting with my father, Zeus, how he would strike her and call her awful names, how she would sleep with hundreds of men, because she tried desperately to call his attention to the disgrace she had made her son… but it was her who made herself the disgrace. I remember her trying to hurt me when I came of age and my powers were finally starting to surface, I remember her locking me in the basement for long periods of time, with no nourishment or sunlight. I barely made it until my father had noticed I had not come to him, for he had put a claim on me, that when I became of age, my mom would send me to him, so I may learn his ways. She had fought him all the way down to the basement, where he hit her with his staff and found me in the brick prison all my own. He had nearly killed my mom, though I did not care, I was safe with my father. He loved me, he knew I had been through so much, and he understood. I loved him for it. My mother never awoke after she had tried to come to Mt. Olympus and tried to kill him, yet before the lightning bolt hit her body, I saw her, and my father, immortal and mortal enemies, and I saw they never did love each other. I didn’t even cry as they threw her body in the underworld.

She jerked awake from the trance and she made a croaking sound in the back of her throat as she looked over at me. I looked to her and I wiped away a tear as it slid down her beautiful cheek. I made to turn and excuse myself in case she was a girl who didn’t want anyone to see them cry. She gripped my arm and she said in a quavering voice

“Please don’t leave… please.”

 I felt a jolt go through her at her own words, I pulled her close and I held her in my arms, rubbing a soothing circle in her shoulder, she rested her hands on my chest and neck.

“I promise, I won’t.”

 I leaned my head on hers as she leaned her head on my chest. I played with her blonde hair as she collected herself. I knew she was trying to be strong, but I knew that some fears can take you to the scariest depths of your mind, that you hadn’t even knew existed. I knew that, and I respected her, and I seemed to hold to a higher value than I thought. She pulled away and that was the hardest part of our whole date up until now. She didn’t look at me but she wiped away a tear and she broke apart two pieces of pizza, put them on two plates and pushed one towards me and pulled the other to herself. I took two bites and I didn’t eat, although I couldn’t stomach this stuff, and it weakened me, if I had to I would. After she was done I put 10 bucks on the table and wrote with a pen and on a napkin keep the change. I walked her to the car, with her elbow crooked in my arm. I opened the butterfly wing car doors and before I could walk to my side of my car, she pulled my arm and she said through a film of her blonde hair

 “Please, don’t think I’m one of those girls who… just… you know… I’m so sorry I ruined our first date."

At the quirk of my eyebrow, she was already prepared to answer me, she didn't even look at me, she shot back, wiggling her finger at me

 "Yes I do count this as a date.”

I held her chin up with my index finger and she stared at me with her ocean blue eyes and I said

“The greatest strength of a hero is her weaknesses,”

She whispered “Do I get a redo?”

“Anytime,”

I grinned and she smiled at me and flashed her perfect pair of her pearl white teeth. She slid into the car with breathtaking grace and I darted for the driver’s side, she looked utterly beautiful and I reached over and I ran my fingers through her hair, she held my hand to her face and she sighed

“Are we starting something?”

“What?”

“I feel like, even though it didn’t seem that official, were together. I feel like we’re starting something, without even knowing it, because we’re just so perfect for each other.”

 "I hope we can be," I purred seductivley, my tongue taking on a mind of its own. 

She didn't know the Fates were already playing puppet with our lives. She didn't know that we were already together immortally. The prophecy had already set our bodies to find each other and somehow infuse magic juice into us so our bodies would produce hormones that would make us feel things for each other. The prophecy was already playing matchmaker. But of course, if I haven't said it before, she didn't know. She was just following the small ignorant human brain of hers. The prophecy already infused our love for each other inside of us. I wondered-- somewhere in the back of my brain-- at what stage of pregnancy did they step in and wiggle their fingers, chanting their magic, programming our little embryo's with this mushy-gushy stuff. Jeez, the Fates should just have their own match-maker show already.