The Seven Deadly Sinners

7

For the next fifteen minutes, we all just sort of stood there. I would say things or ask questions and they'd flinch or jump or gasp each time I did. They wouldn't tell me what I was doing that I wasn't aware of or who we were waiting for. My questions were answered soon enough, though.

"Mammon! Open the goddamn door!" a voice yelled from outside. I heard the front door lock click open and Mike and Brennen came sprinting in, stopping when they saw everyone gathered in the kitchen.

"Well?" Brennen asked expectantly.

"Where the fuck is she?" asked Mike. What?

"Yeah, Jupiter. Where are you? Tell them where you are," Colby said.

"The fuck do you mean 'tell them where I am'? I'm five feet in front of the dudes!" I exclaimed. Mike jumped backward at least a foot when I said that and Brennen literally fell backward onto his ass.

"Well I'll be damned," Mike said.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Brennen said. "All this fucking time and it was some stupid little chick we were supposed to find!"

Who the HELL was he calling a stupid little chick? I grabbed the knife out of my pocket and walked over to Brennen wielding it. He didn't even flinch, didn't even look at me. That made me even more mad. I didn't want to kill the guy, but I was not going to be stuck in this random house with these fucking satanic creatures and then be completely ignored.

I walked right up to Brennen and stabbed the butterfly knife all the way into his leg.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Brennen screamed, falling over.

"Did that bitch just fucking stab you?" Mike yelled, dropping down next to Brennen. Had they not all literally just watched me do that? "Fucking bullshit!" he yelled.

"Leviathan, come burn this fucking wound shut," Mike growled. Kat ran over to them. Mike ripped the knife out and Kat stared down at Brennen's cut, which fused shut with what seemed to be heat, smoke rising up off of his skin. After Kat closed it, the mark immediately vanished as if he'd never even gotten stabbed in the first place.

"SHIT!" Brennen yelled, probably from the pain of being seared shut like that. "I fucking hate being a human!"

"You know you don't have it half as bad as a real human, Charon," Colby said.

"Apparently none of us do," Dev said.

"None of—are you suggesting I'm not a fucking human!" I screamed.

"You're fucking invisible, bitch!" Brennen yelled. I froze.

"I'm what?" I said in a low voice.

"Invisible! You think I would just let you walk up and stab me like that?" Brennen yelled. "No! I fucking wouldn't!"

That's why they were so scared every time I made a noise and why they wouldn't look at me. They literally could not see me.

Wait. If they couldn't see me...

I made a break for the door.

"Mammon!" Mike shouted. "Leviathan! You too!"

I heard the lock click again and watched as the metal door handle literally melted right in front of my eyes. What in the FUCK. I was about to scream when I realized I could still get out of this. They still couldn't see me. I could hide anywhere and wait for the right time to leave. But I'd have to go somewhere that seemed completely counterintuitive. Away from the doors. Upstairs?

I remembered the window in Colby's room. I could find a way out of it later. There was no way he would be spending much time in there for the rest of the day when they were all trying to guard the doors.

Although they couldn't see me, they could still hear me. I looked around me and saw a solo cup on the ground from the party last night that I could throw and distract them with. I stayed still until one of them spoke.

"Well, fuck. Beelzebub, make her talk," Brennen said. Dev nodded and scrunched her face up for a second before letting out a grunt.

"I can't," she said.

"Yeah, she's too powerful. I couldn't get her to move anymore once she realized what was happening," Jake said. Mike and Brennen turned away from the door and walked back into the kitchen.

"Leviathan, the garage and back door. No one gets out, no one comes in. Where's her phone?" Mike said.

"Here," Tara said, handing my phone to him from where I'd set it on the counter. Kat made her way from door to door, welding them shut and melting the handles just by looking at them.

I waited until they were all standing in a circle, enveloped in a conversation that I wasn't listening to. I tiptoed my way over to the cup, but looked into the living room by the bar and saw something even better. I silently made my way over to the bar and picked up the big full glass vodka bottle that was sitting on it. Perfect.

There was an entrance/exit on both sides of the room. I walked over to the one on the right, the one directly across from the kitchen. I wasn't sure if the bottle was invisible when I held it or not, but I assumed that direct contact with an object did make it invisible since Brennen hadn't seen the knife coming at him. I raised the bottle back behind my head and chucked it straight at the middle of the circle they were all standing in. I didn't stay to watch it shatter or see if I hit anyone.

I booked it to the left side exit of the room and up the stairs. I could hear them yelling and shrieking and running around, Tara screaming about the vodka splashing up and burning her eyes while Corey yelped in pain from what I assumed was broken glass cutting him. That was a smart move on my part.

Once I made it up the stairs, I slowed down and walked quietly again. There was no need to run now that they weren't five feet away listening for me. I tiptoed into Colby's room and walked over to look out of the window.

It led to a piece of the roof that I could easily climb out and stand on. How I'd get down from the roof was another problem entirely, but I would cross that bridge when I got there. But I wasn't going to leave now. These people, or whatever they were, clearly weren't stupid. They'd probably set up some sort of plan to monitor the perimeter for the time being. I would wait until later when they let their guards down some.

I stepped back from the window and realized that I couldn't see my reflection. I looked down at my body, which was clearly visible to me, and then back up at the lack of reflection. I almost screamed. It was one thing to be told and treated like you're literally invisible. But seeing it for myself was completely different.