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Mystery women

P.O.V. Aquarius
Maybe my rock wasn't something different. I thought to myself as I left Pisces house. Though she was right. There could definitely be something out there. A grin grew on my face as I hurriedly ran back to my house to put it back in its place. It didn't take long till I reached my place. Standing tall was a house smaller than the others. For some reason, Pisces had a huge house that she'd wonder around in. At most she probably only used 3 out of the 9 rooms there. Hers was between me and Capricorn. Mine was close to the snow, but far enough that grass would grow. Capricorn on the other hand, had theirs almost on the boarder of the spring section. To quote them "it sucks being the sign dead in winter, I'd like to be in the sun rays shine from blades of grass." His house was also the biggest. Surprisingly, Capricorn also use all of his rooms. Almost a solid 14 rooms. Each one with a different use. Better organization he claimed. Either way, I never could see why he'd need something so big. My house only held 4 rooms. That's if you included the sun room.

I came up to the porch and opened my door, which interrupted my thoughts. Walking in, everything seemed to be messed up. My papers of astrology and space were every where. Things knocked over, drawers pulled out, doors wide open, it seemed like a hurricane ran through the place. I set the rock down on my coffee table in the living room and started to pick it all up.

"Who did this? Pisces was at their house, Capricorn wouldn't leave a mess, that's not like them," I said wondering allowed, "ALIENS." A grin came on my face as the thought of some extraterrestrial life force coming to visit. Pulling up my sleeves on my navy polo, I got to work stacking up papers. It hadn't even been a minute before I heard a loud shout at the back by my sun room and sand garden. Dropping everything I slowly went to look out the door. Standing there was a women. She had the tail of a scorpion, and little armor plates of a scorpion on her.

'Is that...Scorpio?' I thought steadily making my way all the way into the sun room. It had been many, many, many years since I had seen her. She hadn't change in awhile. Still she was an angry thing, tall, almost 5'11, with black hair and fiery red eyes of rage. Her actions hadn't change either as she was clearly angry about something, throwing my rocks around and making a mess of my sand garden.

"Hey! What are you doing!" I said realizing she was now throwing my rocks out of the yard completely.

Instantly her eyes lit up. I didn't see it coming when she charged at me. I took a few steps back and tried running into the house, but before I could, her tail wrapped around my thin core. Squeezing so tight I almost didn't notice the hand on the back of my neck. Air was fading from my lungs as I gasped and struggled. Her nails dug into the my throat, at times I thought drawing blood. Soon I could feel myself being dragged out off the carpeted sun room into the sand garden. I squirmed around trying to get lose from her grasp. All I ended up doing was turning to face her. Where she then repositioned her hand on my neck.

"You haven't change much at all," she cooed at me stroking my cheek, "those tattoos are prime as ever I see." I took a glance down at my exposed arms. There, my bright blue tattoos glowed fiercely. A rush of Wind devolved around us, hollering and pushing us around. I squirmed feeling her grip loosen as the air attacked her. Sand was flung up all around. "Don't make this more difficult," she hissed from her teeth. I felt a striking pain in my side as a snap filled my ears. The wind picked up more and the tattoos glowed from under my shirt and jeans.

"Get... off... you witch," I chocked out. Her whole body came on top of me to restrain me. Our hair whipping in the wind, partially blinding her. Though it didn't matter, her tail came up to my neck and the stinger pressed hard on my skin.

"Stop moving you brat," she snarled. The stinger soon dug in so tightly that it pierced through my skin. Before I knew it everything started going dark and the last thing I heard was her sweetly whispering in my ear, "now that's a good boy."