Eris

Chapter One: God Can't Help You Here

I flick my eyes open and stare at the man walking into the room, I attempt to lift up my arm to rub my aching forehead only for it to be roughly yanked back. I look down to see my arms cuffed to the table in front of me. The man reaches the table and throws a folder onto the table before grabbing a key from his pocket and unshackles me.

"Sorry miss just a precaution, we weren't quite sure how you'd react to being confined here." He opens the file and spreads the contents onto the table in front of me. They are photos, some old others more recent with one thing in common, I am in every single one.

"Why am I here and why do I have a killer headache?" I ask as I rub my forehead hoping to get some sort of relief from the pounding.

"Who are you?" He places his hands on the table and leans forward looking me straight in the eye.

"If you can't tell me that then obviously you have no authority and there-fore cannot be demanding information out of me. I have no idea why I am here and refuse to tell you anything that may compromise my safety and/or innocence." I grin and maintain eye contact knowing I have one upped him, for now.

"You are telling me you do not see a single connection between all of these photos?"

"No I do not."

"So you're telling me that you are not in every one of these photos."

"I am fairly certain that I am not."

"Cut the shit. WHO ARE YOU?!!" He slams his fist onto the table causing the table to bounce. My head throbs and I put a hand on either side of my head and rub my temples. I push my chair out from the table and stand up, I then start to pace the room.

"I don't know okay?"

"You can't not know who you are."

"I don't fucking know. Leave me alone, I am in immense pain possibly suffering from amnesia and here you are demanding things that I don't know." The mans eyes soften for a moment but his face then returns to its stony appearance. He walks towards me and grabs me by my shoulders pushing me against the wall.

"Look, I know you are lying to me, this is your last chance. Who are you?" His teeth grind as he finishes his sentence and I hang my head in defeat, I'll have to buy some time before my ride gets here.

"I used to be Amelia Johnson."

"Who are you now, do not be so cryptic."

"Now? Now I am nobody, my family died a long time ago sir, and with them went Amelia, although you may know me and my partner by many different names, uh let me see. Jack the Ripper, The Atlanta Ripper, Stoneman and The Honolulu Strangler to name a few. Or at the moment The Scarlett Enchantress or some others call me The Kiss of Death." I pull off my gloves and shift my form into one of the many I use to carry out my illegal activities, the man who I am assuming is a detective gives me a look of shock and horror.

"You, your face. What are you?" The detective backs away from me.

"You wanted to know how I was in every one of those photos dating back centuries, well here's your answer. I'm immortal, older than time itself, virtually the last of my kind. I am a goddess, a trickster goddess to be precise, you know like Loki." The detectives jaw slacks as he backs into the wall. Just to screw with him I change from the form I use as The Kiss Of Death and into the Scarlett Enchantress.

"No, that's not possible. I shot you, I shot you in the heart and watched you fall into the river. YOU DROWNED!"

"I'm sorry hunni but I'm a goddess, I'm virtually unkillable. Although that bullet stung like a bitch." I lift my shirt up exposing the scar from where I removed the bullet.