The Secrets of Death

chapter 11 - Is it real......?

Chapter 11 – Is it real…..?

Tomorra POV

Never, I mean never do I remember seeing this much food. I was starting to wonder when the army was showing up. Everyone around me was pigging into the delicious looking foods and I was that stunned that I just watched the food.  Would it disappear? Please don’t disappear on me! They were all talking, about what I had no idea; some of them just sat there and listen while others had the need to place their perspectives in the conversations. Only one person in the room wasn’t talking, wasn’t listen, in fact they weren’t even making eye contact with anyone else but me.  I felt sick when look at him, he as a monster. His eyes burned holes in my head and I had to look away from fear. I was sited squished in between Hermes and Aphrodite, the only people I managed to make friends with. Across from me Apollo laughed and sung a drunken song and the rest joined in; I’d never heard this song before but I found myself singing along.  The melody was smooth and flowed unlike the songs I heard before I was……locked up.  The two other girls in training aren’t here.  Zeus has brightly enlightened me that they finished their training with the gods last year. Apparently they were exhalent students and they expected the same from me; but what if I don’t want this life? Did those girls get a choice? Do I?

Why aren’t you eating anything?” asked Hermes, stopping halfway through the song.

“Is it poisons?” I asked in a joking manner but was unable to hide the uncertainty in my voice. Hermes laughed but quickly his face turned serious as he started twitching and shacking. His body stiffened and he pushed back on his chair making him tumble to the ground. Nobody moved to help, they just keep on signing their stupid song about Latin girls on the wrong road; except for Aphrodite. Both her and I jumped out of our sets and to his side. I turned him over on to his side like I remember watching on TV once hoping it would do something. About a minute later he stopped shacking, but he also stopped breathing as well. I have to do CPR was the first thought that came to mind, but I never learnt how to do it. I looked up at Aphrodite with hopeful eyes but she shook her head and looked on with horror. Still no one had come to his rescue they just sung away. What the hell was wrong with these people? I pitched his nose and pulled his head back. Got to keep the air in. I leaned down ready to do mouth to mouth when only an inch away did he break out laughing. I froze and looked at his red amused face.

That faking bitch!

Anger rose from the depths of my soul, similar to the feelings I had earlier in the morning.  How could he do that?

“Got you sweet-“ but I didn’t let him finish his victory line. I brought my hand down with speed and enough force to leave a stinging sensation in my hand; everything when silent. I felt no remorse in doing that; he scared the life out of me and he thought it was funny? Wrong move buddy, wrong move. I got up and grabbed two bread rolls and walked out the door. As I walked out I looked back and saw the looks of shock, surprise and wariness on everyone’s faces but one. Ares look was different, he seemed conflicted about something, and from the look on his face I knew that he was debating on whether or not he should hate me or like me in that momment.

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I sat in my room looking up at the ceiling. Paint was splatted on in making paters of swirling lines. The clouds stirred around me until the shaped my body perfectly; the bed was so comfortable, and it was giving me the shits. I grabbed my pillow and a blanket and peg them at the ground. I rolled and twisted until I managed to get out of the bed, slipped down to the floor. I haven’t slept in something that good in ages, it just doesn’t feel right. I wrapped myself up into a tiny ball and was about to be taken by sleep when a soft knock sounded from my door. I yawned for them to come in. Aphrodite walked in and smiled softly at me until she noticed that I was on the floor and not n the bed.

“What are you doing down there?” she questioned coming and kneeling down next to me.

“The bed is way too soft” I said simple, “and I don’t like beds” I stated as an afterthought. She sighted and folded her legs.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, you just looked really upset before that’s all.”

“Well Hermes scared me”

“His sorry you know. He just wanted to make you laugh.” She said smiling.

“I know, but that is so not how you make me smile” I replied moving around so I could look at her.

“How do we make you smile then?” she asked. I had to think about that.

“I don’t know” I finally said.

“Well let us know when you do.” She said as she got up and walked back to the door. “Oh, I almost forgot,” she said spinning around, “You’re training starts in the morning, at the brake of dawn. So be ready.” And then she disappeared threw the door.  Ah, great. I laid there for only a few moments before sleep reached her talons out and took my in her embrace. 

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Ares POV

Tomorra walked away from the dining hall in a fit of rage, I found myself quite amused with the episode I’d just watched. Hermes tried pulling a prank but it ended up being thrown back in his face. I chuckle slightly when I lean over the table and looked at the poor bastard. She left a massive hand print on his face and looking at it started me thinking. I don’t like her, in fact, I want her dead; but she could be of some use to me. No one knows which Fates spot she will be taking, just the same as the other girls, we’re clueless; but she as the potential to do damage. Unlike the other girls she’s had a tough life; (mind you it’s hard to say this), and she could be of some use to me; but the girl has something else, earlier today she just disappeared. She can’t shift, I should have felt it, so what can she do? Super speed? Maybe she can fly? I don’t know, but whatever it was it is she can do will be useful. If she could snap so easily then it should be easy to break her. All I have to do is get on her good side. As I planned my best, but not fool proof plan in my head, I could see Athena looking at me from the corner of my eye. If it worked, I would have to put up with her constant flirting, not to mention the obviousness of her sickening affections towards me no more. The plan was cunning and as evil as they come. I’m not planning on getting my hands dirty, Tomorra’s going to do it all for me. I have to be nice to her, then slowly make her hate Athena to the point where she snaps.  I laughed at myself and got a few looks from other at the table, but that’s fine by me. They have no idea what I’m planning on doing. 

A/N sorry for the wait guys.

i hope you enjoyed it anyway.

Kyra.