Friday, September 8, 2017

Scorned Woman

Artemis looked at Adam and Damon Cross with a raised eyebrow as they stood in front of her desk. "Well, well, if it isn't los hermanos Cruz (the Cross brothers)," she commented as she tilted her head to sneer at the duo.

"Artemis," Damon acknowledged with a slight nod. His eyes meeting hers and silently pleading for her help.

"What do you want?" she demanded in an annoyed tone. When she had parted ways with brothers, they had made it clear that they did not trust her. She had been abandoned by the two people who she had ever called friends. The betrayal stung as she looked from one brother to the other, neither of them seemed comfortable in her presence.

"We need your help," Damon answered as he took a hesitant step forward.

"No," she said as she turned away to look out the window behind her. The blinds open, allowing her to see the setting sun, in all of it's glory. The skyline was a dark red ombre that faded into a lilac gold as the twilight hour began.

Damon froze as he looked at the huntress in surprise. "But--" he started.

"No, whatever mess you and your pendejo hermano (idiot brother) got yourselves into is for you to solve on your own. That was why you both forced me to leave the compound. Neither of you wanted to help me when I needed it. In fact I distinctly remember a death threat somewhere in your words," she interrupted as she spun around to glare at the brothers.

"Get out," she coolly demanded as she pointed a finger at the door behind the pair. "You're not welcome here."

"Artemis," Damon pleaded as he looked at her.

"Get out!" At her command the brothers flew out the door. Each colliding into the wall outside before slumping into the ground.

The door closed firmly in front of the duo, while Artemis took deep breathes to try and calm herself down. Her abilities rarely worked, only when she was too emotional, did they manifest. Seeing the Cross brothers brought a flood of emotions she didn't want to dwell on ever again.

-fin

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