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Post by Persephone on Nov 3, 2009 9:36:15 GMT -5
Persephone jumped when a fireball was hurled at the wall, and with wide-eyes she stared at the hysterical teenager who had formerly been hiding behind her daughter. She jumped again as Warren threw another ball of flame at the floor.
"But I didn't--" she started to protest, but Macaria was glaring at her like she wanted to murder her right then and there and Persephone shut up and listened, astonished, to what he had to say. Or scream, for that matter.
Her violet eyes grew larger. Her own jaw dropped in a state of shock and she stared at the two of them as Warren's words reached her.
"I didn't...." Persephone's suddenly hoarse voice trailed off and she stared at him. "I...I didn't--"
Her words were cut off as he screamed again and then Macaria had stepped fowards, taking him in her arms, and directing a few nasty words at her.
After a moment of silence, she faced the two flaming beings with a slight indignant scowl. Persephone placed her hands on her hips as her composure came back to her.
"I have no idea what either of you are talking about," snapped Persephone, "I didn't rape anyone! EVER. Not you, not anyone--" She had turned and looked at Warren as she said this last part. "--you're both crazy if you think I did. I'm not a rapist!!" Persephone almost shrieked the last part.
"And I'm married for Zeus' sake! I don't know who raped you," she turned and looked at Warren again, "And I'm sorry it happened, but I sure as hell didn't do it. It must've been someone else."
Macaria hissed at her mother and hugged her boyfriend tighter. "Sicko," Persephone heard her whisper.
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Nov 4, 2009 20:22:30 GMT -5
“Shut the f*** up!” he shouted back through clenched teeth. “You’re the one who’s crazy. You’re a delusional whore, Persephone! And hell, if I’m mental, too, I think I’ve got a good reason for it!” Macaria’s touch shook a little of the caveman-esque rage out of him, holding him back from making a decent attempt to kill a goddess.
“If you didn’t shove me into your c*** h***, then who the hell did?” he snarled, flaring hotter and pulling his lips over his teeth. “You got a twin sister that no one knows about? Someone who looks just like you, talks just like you, has the same powers as you, a total carbon copy of you? You talked about me, Maci, Hades… It couldn’t have been anyone else but you! All the other gods treat marriage commitment pretty damn loosely, so what does being married to Hades have anything to do with it? You said that you’d rather be with anyone else but your precious husband before you f***** me! And who the hell would want to rape me, anyway?! I’m a total loser with no life- why would anyone else be interested in me? But you had a reason, you found out that I loved Maci, you wanted to make it so that she would hate me, you wanted to wreck me inside and out, you wanted to finish Hades’ job and kill me, or better yet, have Maci kill me or even make me kill myself—“
He cut off his accusing ravings with his tongue tied from rage. Warren let a roar build in his throat before he lobbed a fireball in Persephone’s direction, spitting out a string of bilingual curses at the top of his lungs.
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Post by Hades on Nov 4, 2009 20:52:09 GMT -5
Figurative daggers were being pointed sharply in her direction and Persephone merely stammered helplessly as Warren accused her, and accused her, and accused her. "I didn't do anyth--" she started to protest again, her voice higher then it usually was, and then her words abruptly cut off as Warren hurled a fireball at her. She heard Macaria's satisfied snicker and then automatically ducked, throwing her arms over her head. Her aura glowed brighter, and Persephone screamed shrilly. *** Hades was in the throne room, which was a considerable distance away from Maci's room, when he became aware of a ruckus coming from downstairs. He ignored it, continuing to play with his little figurines. But when Persephone's scream from downstairs hit his pointed ears, hades reluctantly supposed he should go downstairs and see what the hell was going on. *** It took only a poof of smoke to transport him here to there. Hades appeared in Macaria's room, surveyed the chaotic scene with his temperature spiking - Maci and some other kid, both flared and glaring at Seph, Seph cowering pathetically on the floor, vague singe marks on the walls... "So what is my dysfunctional family up to?" said Hades sarcastically. Macaria gasped and extinguished out of surprise. "Great," she muttered under her breath, flaring up again and hugging Warren tighter to her, stepping back as a desperate attempt to protect him from her psychotic parents. "Because we really need you here," Macaria hissed through gritted fangs, "The rapist and the abuser, together in one room with their victim. How charming." Hades blinked, scowled, and then flared, in that order. Persephone picked herself up from the floor and cautiously inched herself over to Hades, clinging to him and staring with wide-eyes at Warren. "He says I raped him," said Persephone in a tiny voice to Hades. "You did," snapped Macaria, and glaring at Hades she added, "And you snapped his arms, remember?" Hades blinked, and folded his arms. "No," he said flatly, "I abuse a lot of people. I'm s'posed to remember everyone?" Macaria growled under her breath... |
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Nov 5, 2009 20:00:33 GMT -5
“F*** the both of you. If you’re gonna rip me apart, the least you could do is remember that you tried to kill me.” he snarled to Hades, drawing his six-foot-two stance as high as it would go to meet the god’s height.
“Remember at Mala Hide? Couple of kids were running around Maleficent’s place, breaking things? You nearly killed me there when you squeezed me and snapped my arms in half with that smoke stuff. Sucks for you that I got better.”
The pyro turned to Persephone, fixing her with a psychotic smile. He must’ve looked like a demon, clad in black and leather with his arms burning and expelling hellish fire. His long hair fluttered from the flames that licked his neck, throwing his snarling, smiling face into an orange and flickering light. Warren cupped his hands together in front of his chest, churning a fireball between them.
“And you didn’t know that your wife was running around behind your back?” he chuckled malevolently. “I think you’re losing your touch, Hades… she said that she’d rather rape me than hang out with you. And then that’s exactly what she did.”
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Post by Hades on Nov 6, 2009 6:49:46 GMT -5
Hades fixed the teen with a bored expression. Now he remembered. The frickin' fireproof kid. He had broken like a twig.
"I remember now. You put up one hell of a fight," Hades sneered sarcastically, "I could hardly keep those tendrils around ya, you were strugging so much..." His sarcastically nasty expression faded. "Seriously, kid, when someone's trying to strangle you, generally, you don't wanna stand there like an idiot and hope that maybe the person'll let you go." Hades gave Warren a mock sympathetic look. "Use your noodle next time, 'kay?"
"There better not be a next time," snapped Macaria, folding her arms and glaring at Hades.
Hades rolled his eyes, and flashed her a grin. "Whatever you say," he said, smirking. Macaria flared up more and hissed at him.
But the smug and serpentine expression that was present on Hades' face vanished steadily as the teen informed him on what exactly Persephone had done. Said goddess, who was practically clinging to him and staring with wide and furious eyes at Warren, blinked and glanced up at Hades.
"I didn't do anything," she said firmly, "I don't know what he's talking about, I swear I didn't--"
Hades scowled at her and on instinct, Persephone backed up against the opposite wall.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU," she shrieked to Warren, trying her best to ignore Hades, who was glaring at her and trying his best not to lose his already slipping hold on his rising temper...
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Post by Warren Peace on Nov 6, 2009 18:45:58 GMT -5
Hades sarcasm wasn't the best thing for Warren's rapidly diminishing sanity. He'd already gone over the deep end- now he was simply seeing how deep he could go before he drowned.
Persephone shrieked, and Warren roared back, flaring hotter in a near explosion of flame. Acting on blind rage, he roughly pushed Macaria away from him and stalked over to the goddess of spring. The pyro pulled his lips over his teeth in a snarl, psychotically overjoyed as she pressed herself against the wall. Hadn't it been the same way for him? She'd backed him up to the wall with nowhere to run or hide...
"SHUT UP!!" Warren screamed as he hurled the two-handed fireball he'd been building between his hands at her. He'd kill her. Screw her immortality, he'd keep torching her to ashes until she died. How does it feel when she's the one who's afraid? How about when she's the one who's hurt? He wanted to watch her die and twist in pain at his feet, charred and blackened, for everything she'd done to hurt him and haunt him...
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Post by Macaria on Nov 6, 2009 19:17:50 GMT -5
Maci was suddenly shoved away from Warren, and her furious boyfriend went over to Persephone and threw a gigantic fireball at her. Persephone gasped andducked, but there was no need. With a twitch of his finger, Hades had frozen the firey orb in mid-air - like metal attracted to a magnet, the ball shot over to his palm and stuck there. Hades glowered at Warren with a raised eyebrow. The fireball grew a considerable amount bigger...
Persephone blinked and let out a sigh of relief. She wasn't fireproof.
But Hades wouldn't look at her, focusing darkly on the teen who was standing before his wife.
"You're not allowed to touch her," said Hades flatly, "No matter what she did to you." And he turned and glared down at Persephone - Persephone realized with a start and a sinking feeling that he actually believed that she had raped this kid. Holy...
The fireball grew another size, and Hades narrowed his eyes and threw it expertly at Warren. Sure, it wouldn't hurt the kid - stupid fire-proof pyrokinesis - but the force of which it was thrown compared to the size of it would either knock him over or propel him across the room.
It was an automatic reaction. Macaria quickly poofed in front of Warren and caught the ball with one hand, stumbling back a bit; the thing had been thrown hard.
"That's it," hissed Macaria. She had been very quiet during this arguement. Warren had been doing most of the exploding.....but he was gonna hurt himself; it wans't wise to mess with gods. She, however, was a goddess herself. The fireball vanished in her hand and Maci pushed Warren far behind her, storming up to her father - Persephone still cowered on the floor.
"You unbelievable jackass," snarled Maci, "Not only do you go and nearly MURDER my boyfriend, you get friggin' confronted with it, admit it, TAUNT HIM ABOUT IT, and then try to hurt him AGAIN. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Macaria's mini-rant ended in a scream, and she moved fowards, backing Hades against the wall. He had flared, and so had she.
"Who the hell do yuo think you are?! You think you can just waltz around trying to f****** kill people without a penalty, without a conscience, you obnoxious idiot, life doesn't WORK LIKE THAT. I swear on the Styx, if you were mortal, I'd freaking MURDER YOU without hesitation...lucky for you, you're a god, right, saves you a hell of a lot of pain, hell of a lot of torture....how DARE YOU think it's OKAY to go and BREAK people and then GO ON TO TRY AGAIN....I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU."
Macaria took a breath, fuming, "I knew you were sadistic for Zeus' sake but GODS, seriously?! Do you NOT FEEL ANYTHING AT ALL?! DO YOU HAVE A DAMN CONSCIENCE FOR ZEUS' SAKE?!"
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Post by Hades on Nov 6, 2009 19:19:05 GMT -5
Hades glared at his daughter as she ranted at him. He supressed the urge to roll his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Hades said, sarcasm dripping off his words, "So sorry. I forgot that I'm forever bound to you and your little instructions....I forgot that I had to listen to what my teenage daughter tells me to do." His eyes narrowed. "Don't think so, brat, wake up and smell the brimstone, babe, you have no say whatsoever in what I do, who I break, what I do to my victims, yadda yadda....the day I start taking orders from you is the day I flop over dead, and since I'm immortal, keep dreaming."
Macaria hissed at him, bristling. "YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE!" she shrieked, "IT'S NOT EVEN A MATTER OF WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO, IT'S F****** MORALS, YA CAN'T JUST F****** KILL PEOPLE!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"I didn't kill him," Hades sniffed, flaring up more, "Almost killed him, yeah, but didn't--"
"BECAUSE THAT MAKES A DIFFERENCE."
'You woulda been madder if I had killed him."
"I would have killed YOU if you had killed him."
"That's what you think."
"THAT'S WHAT I KNOW!"
The two continued to scream at each other while Persephone fixed her gaze on Warren and scowled....
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Post by Persephone on Nov 6, 2009 19:29:40 GMT -5
Persephone stared at Warren as Hades and Macaria fought verbally; the two were oblivious to their surroundings, screaming back and forth at the top of their lungs to each other in arguements that were almost impossible to decipher - two deities screaming was not a conversation that weas easy to understand.
Persephone studied the boy who was apparently Macaria's boyfriend (she wondered why Hades wasn't flipping out over that yet - she supposed that he hadn't picked up on it yet, he had been so busy yelling at Maci). He didn't look like he was lying about being raped. And he certainly wans't acting like it, either....but she KNEW she hadn't done anything to him, to anyone, but.....but he actually believed that someone had raped him, and he believed that that someone was her.
And Macaria believed it, too.
And for that matter, so did Hades. It hurt the most.....one would think that one's husband would be....more understanding, maybe realize that she was being accused, maybe give her a second chance, get all the facts, SOMETHING, but he was just...mad at her? Probably. He had been glaring at her like he wanted to kill her.
Persephone stood up, unseen by Hades and Maci, who were still arguing. Darkly, she strode over to Warren and grabbed him by the arm (taking care not to touch anything on fire), dragging him out of the room and slamming the door shut as she went.
She shoved him in the hall and glared at him with her arms crossed.
"Okay," she said firmly, "Now tell me what the hell is going on. I did not rape you. I have no idea what you're talking about. And I genuinely think that you've lost your mind." She glared at him more, scowling.
"So spill. Gimme details, explain, tell me SOMETHING....how do you know I did anything to you?! I DIDN'T."
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Post by Warren Peace on Nov 6, 2009 20:35:05 GMT -5
He instinctively shielded his face with his hands from the fireball that Hades redirected at him, squeezing his eyes shut. He stumbled backwards as Maci shoved him away, knocking a bit of sense back into his head at the same time. Warren creaked his eyes open and lowered his hands, flinching as he remembered how his powers measured up against the gods'. It slowly dawned on him how psychotic, sadistic, and just plain evil he'd been acting...
But before he could begin to think rationally again, Persephone seized him and yanked him into the hall. The pyro's anger flared right back up, his arms mirroring his emotions in fire.
Warren let an inarticulate snarl rip through his throat as she refused to drop her innocent act.
"Why should I explain?!" he growled back. "You were THERE. You hurt me until I couldn't stand by myself, and made my life a living hell! Just SHUDDUP with your lies and admit it, or prove to me that you never touched me!"
Warren clutched his head with his flaming hands and hissed through his teeth. "Swear on the Styx..." he mumbled, casting his eyes down. He looked back up to the goddess suddenly, narrowing his eyes as he lowered his hands from his head.
"Go ahead. Prove that you didn't rape me. Swear on the Styx that you didn't do it! Go ahead and try! And then stop lying to my face when you can't, because YOU F***** ME AND RUINED MY LIFE!!"
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Post by Persephone on Nov 6, 2009 21:38:39 GMT -5
Persephone looked him straight in the eye, and scowled. Trying her best not to snort and roll her eyes - which was what she wanted to do, very badly - Persephone pursed her lips and shifted from one foot to the other, her arms folded tightly over her chest. Hades and Macaria were still fighting in the other room, and they were making such a commotion that souls were floating into the halls, and up from the windows, trying to see what was going on.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Persephone evenly, "I really don't." Her voice was calm, "Don't you think I would remember if I raped someone?! Come ON! That's not something I'd forget!"
She shook her head, blinking, "I don't know who raped you, okay? I'm sorry it happened, I really am! And I hope that whoever did it is...punished, or whatever....BUT I DIDN'T DO IT."
Persephone narrowed her eyes, and put her hands on her hips as he demanded she swear...
"I swear. I swear on the River Styx that I did NOT rape you." The river rumbled outside of the palace.
"SEE?!" Persephone glared at him, waving her hands around wildly and desperately.
"If I was lying, the Furies woulda come after me or something."
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Post by Warren Peace on Nov 6, 2009 22:42:58 GMT -5
It was like getting punched in the stomach, slapped in the face, splashed with cold water.
"That's imposs..." he managed to gasp out and trailed off before the full impact of her words hit him like a train.
She didn't do it. She'd taken the ultimate oath with barely a thought to promise to him that she didn't do it.
"B-but... I don't... I... you... I don't underst-..." Warren stammered, his anger evaporating as he stared at Persephone with wide eyes. The flames on his arms died and flickered out, and he took a staggering step backward from her, bumping into the wall.
Oh, my god... he thought helplessly, reeling.
If Persephone didn't rape him, then who did?
As fast as the rage had left him, fear settled into the pyro's mind. At least before he'd thought he'd known who'd tormented him, and he'd had a pretty good guess why, but...
Now nothing made sense. Persephone was truly innocent. And he'd gone completely psycho on her, had nearly killed her, or at least made a decent attempt to. Warren's thoughts flickered back to the cafeteria fight he'd had with Will, before he'd actually bothered to try to understand the preppy little superhero... His temper had just taken over and controlled him, trying to stab some of his pain back into whomever he was furious at. Will had deserved absolutely none of it, and so had Persephone.
And if Persephone didn't deserve any of his rage, then who did? Warren felt like throwing up. Everything he thought he'd known about his attack was a lie. The woman who'd raped him must've been disguised as Persephone, and he realized that the goddess of spring had been framed for it, but by whom? The question repeated itself over and over in the pyro's head. Who else was there that hated him enough to ruin him like that, and who hated Persephone and Maci and Hades to make them scream and fight and try to kill each other? It made no sense.
And most terrifying of all was that his rapist seemed to be able to mimic Persephone's shape. Who was to say that she couldn't take on other shapes and follow him without him suspecting it? Had she been watching him? Did she know that her purpose to separate him and Macaria had failed? Was she going to hurt him again? And who was she?! He didn't even know her face, just so he could run away if he saw her, if she pursued him... Who could he trust? Who was really a friend, and who was really his attacker in disguise? Oh god, she could do whatever she wanted to him, and he'd never know. She had him on puppet strings...
Warren sank to the floor, trying not to fall apart in front of Persephone. He covered his face with his hands, his cheeks pale and his body trembling.
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Post by Persephone on Nov 7, 2009 7:47:32 GMT -5
Persephone could see the shock in his eyes and as he stared, almost......horrified, and then backed away and sank to the floor, she sighed, feeling a pang of pity.
So he had falsely accused her of raping him, so he had almost killed her (close to it...), he was still a person, and he had been raped and that wasn't his fault. She understood what it was like - Zeus had not only raped her, but gotten her pregnant. And it was painful to be raped by a snake, even if that snake was a god in disguise.
"I'm sorry," said Persephone quietly, "Really, I am....I didn't rape you," she continued, "and I don't know who did, but..but maybe if you tell me what happened, I can help figure out who did do it, okay?"
As adolescent as she tended to act, the goddess was still a mother....
Hesitantly, she sat down next to Warren, her hands clasped over her knees.
"Why did you think it was me, anyway?" she couldn't help but ask skeptically.
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Post by Will Stronghold on Nov 7, 2009 15:01:02 GMT -5
As if the null and void argument needed any more, Persephone's sympathy for him was the final nail in its coffin. The pyro leaned his arms over his knees and supported his forehead, bent over and unable to look at her. He was ashamed of himself... god, he hated his temper. He was worse than Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde- he didn't simply turn homicidal, he turned into an asshole. But Persephone had forgiven him, just like that. Rapists weren't that merciful. There was no way.
Warren forced himself to look at her, his expression still stunned. "I dunno what happened anymore..." he murmured, his face contorting with the barrage of emotions he was feeling, looking as if he were about to cry. "It makes no sense..."
He swallowed the lump in his throat, pressing his forehead against the palm of his hand.
"Whoever... hurt me... she looked just like you. She used your name, and she had the same powers as you... She was acting like you." Warren swallowed again, still feeling sick. "I thought it was you because... she wanted me to think it was you, and I fell for it." He shuffled nervously, scared. "And it would've made sense if you'd done it. She said that she'd found out that I... I loved Macaria... and she wanted to make Maci hate me."
Warren's shoulders slumped, feeling hopelessly lost. "She framed you, raped me, tricked everyone else, and I don't even know who she is...!"
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Post by Persephone on Nov 7, 2009 20:47:56 GMT -5
Persephone's mind was racing a mile a minute as Maci's poor distressed boyfriend explained what his rapist had done to him. Someone had impersonated her. But WHO? A shapeshifter no doubt. But the only shapeshifters she knew were Pain and Panic, and she doubted that THEY were ever rape someone....well.....she doubted they'd ever rape a boy, at least.
Persephone sighed, shaking her head. "Sick," she said disgustedly, "People are just twisted...."
She looked back at Warren. "Tell me everything," she told him firmly, "I might be able to help if you tell me what she said to you....what she did....anything, like.....suspicious?"
Shifting slightly to face him, Persephone sat up and balanced on her knees. "Anything at all? Really, I....I can't guarantee I'll be much help, but you kinda deserve to know who exactly raped you, and....and otherwise, people are gonna think I did it and....chaos. All that....fun stuff." She swallowed, and grimaced.
"So...please....anything worth, I dunno, mentioning?" She shrugged helplessly.
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