What If Our Life Threads Bind?

Chapter 44.

AUSTIN

Somewhere behind us someone let out a cheeky catcall, and I realized that though the kiss didn't happen, our faces were barely inches away from each other, my fingers hot on her arm. She quickly broke away from me, cheeks glowing. Somehow I had managed to forget that we were in the middle of a carnival. Of course, people could see us.

She bit her lower lip and looked away in the other direction as I helped her get out of the caged seat. I told Martha discreetly that I was going to take a piss and that she should wait for me right there. She nodded as I backed away to the men's restroom.

I smiled absentmindedly as I zipped up my jeans and washed my hands. I was just heading back to where I left Martha, when I saw her.

Her eyes grey this time as she stared into a man's eyes, her eyes flaring with anger and strength. She was mumbling something but I couldn't hear it. It took a minute for me to realize what she was doing. I saw a weird force overpowering and strangling him. "Please don't. Its hurting." I heard the man cry.

She is killing someone here? But I thought this was something to do with the tapestries?

I am the demigod of death, Austin. Of course, I have other ways to kill the guy. Her voice reminded me.

But she was going to hold a meeting or something? Then-

As I followed in front of the guy, I felt her eyes following me as I moved. I slowly turned my neck up only to see her dark grey eyes glaring straight into my soul. Petrified, I stepped back, a gasp leaving my mouth.

"Martha?" I stammered and shot a glance at the guy on the ground who was dead by now, his eyes wide open and still. Panic washed through me as I raised my eyes to see Martha smiling cunningly at me.

"Martha..." I took another step back. "What did you do? You- you murdered...." I trailed off when I realized she was moving towards me in flashes.

"Run." She smiled and I took the advice.

She was letting me go because she knows that if I stayed, she'd kill me. No one else was peering out searching for me, but I had better stop standing here in the middle of a murder in a fucking carnival festival like a dumb-ass. Finding my key, I quickly opened my car and drove away from the place.

I need to get home fast. An hour long drive for her to discover that I am gone. Should I hide? Maybe I would just lock the door and pretend I am not even home. But that seems stupid. Where else would I go?

Fuck, she even remembers my address. She could easily take a taxi and plan my murder.

But how could she? I thought she was not that dangerous. She saved me last night.

I am the demigod of death, Austin.

I am an idiot. Of course, she is dangerous. She is a frigging demigod of death. OF DEATH. And haven't I heard of horrendous curses and murders that Greek Gods committed to when they got angry? Martha herself said it. She is one of them. She is no different. What was I thinking?

Maybe I should kill her.

The sword. It is with Zeus, the greatest Greek God.

But I don't fucking know where he lives.

Should I go to Martha's house and talk to her sisters maybe? Ask them that I wanted to meet Zeus?

Oh yeah, I'd fucking go there and say, Hey. Its Austin, your sister's new possible target to kill, who was almost about to kiss her because my dumb-ass thought she was harmless and beautiful. I just wanted to ask if you know Zeus' address so that I can get that sword that could kill her. You'd help me kill your own sister, right? Thanks. That fixes everything!

Maybe I should run to some other country? Fuck college! I never liked it anyway.

The drive was a stop-start. A woman in front of me just wouldn't quit her way from the road. I stopped the car, frustrated and opened my window. "Hey, woman, you know what pathways are for? Move!" I shout and she gives me a smirk.

"Sorry child, do you mind giving me a lift? I feel a little unwell, thus the slow walk." She said in a raspy voice. "Don't worry. My house is just a few blocks down." She said and I complied, opening the passenger's seat for her.

She was a head taller than me, her hair done up in an elaborate braid. I noticed she moved with a confidence that bordered on aggression, head up and shoulders thrown back. "Thank you." She said as she climbed in.

The drive was thankfully silent and then she stopped me near the weird old tapestry workshop where Martha had said her family worked. I stared suspiciously at the woman who was already smirking as she made her way to a house to the very back end of the street.

"Mind holding these for me? Carry them to my house." She said and I obliged.

The moment I entered the house, I saw a photograph kept on a near table. "Is that Martha?" I whispered and the next thing I knew, the door was shut locked behind me. I spun quickly and found the woman smirking down at me. "I am Chloe. Martha's sister. Nice to meet you, Austin.'

"Let me go." I said, pushing past her. Panic coursed my body.

"Have some tea, at least. Let me thank you for you've been awfully nice to my sister, eh? You're clever. Kidnapped her just when we left the town. Too clever."

"I never kidnapped her. Let me go. I don't want to be around Martha and her kind anymore." I snarled at her, momentarily surprised at myself with how confident and unaffected I sound.

"Well, now that you know what Martha really is. I hope you realize what a big mistake you were getting yourself into. She is the demigod of death. She is way powerful than you think she is. You thought she was different, didn't you? Do you know how many people died because of her?"

"Take your sister...I don't want her and please let me go." I was practically begging now.

"Oh lord, so much for true love.." She gave me an evil laugh that stung like venom in my ears. "But wouldn't that be rude?"

"I don't care. I don't think I would put up with her that well if she keeps killing people." I said fearlessly.

"Well then, Martha betrayed both of us, in a way. Didn't she? So what I was thinking was that..." She trailed off with a dramatic pause and then smiled at me, "How about we strike a deal?"