Artemis rubbed the place between her eyes as she ventured down the street. It was not a hangover today, a rare occurrence with Artemis’s lifestyle. Instead, it was the sunlight. As a woman who spent her nights outside and the day hours in, the sunlight was causing her nothing but migraines. She sighed and looked up, shoving her hands in her pockets. It was only another block to her apartment.
“Oh, sorry,” said an unfamiliar voice - though it sounded quite unapologetic - as she was suddenly bumped into.
“No worries,” Artemis grunted. She fondled the items in her pockets as she continued walking. Her keys, and her phone jingled appropriately as she felt them. Hold on… Something was missing. My… wallet? She whipped around to look at the culprit. The name Hermes shot into her mind, as did the name Asclepius when she looked to the culprit’s companion. She blinked. “What the hell are you playing at?!” she demanded, jogging back to the pair. “Where’s my damned wallet?!”
The one that appeared to be Hermes shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t take any wallet. How about you, Laurence? Did you-” his gaze shifted towards Asclepius’s pocket. “Laurence, you didn’t!” he grinned mischievously.
Artemis glared and impulsively punched Asclepius squarely in the jaw. He fell like a wet noodle. “********’ thief,” she muttered. She looked back to Hermes. Wait a minute… Hermes was the god of… She furrowed her brow and gripped the bridge of her nose with her thumb and pointer finger. “Hermes?” she inquired.
“…Yes?” He bent down and began to poke Asclepius in the face.
“The man who I have just rendered unconscious… He didn’t steal my wallet, did he?”
“No…”
“You stole my wallet, didn’t you?”
There was a short paused before he answered. “… I want to say no.”
Artemis went to strike Hermes in the cheek, but the speedy god ducked, dodging the attempt. Seeing her chance, she pounded her fist down onto the top of the boy's thick skull. “Goddam liar!” Hermes clasped his hands to the top of his head and began to pout.
It was twenty minutes before the pair took poor Laurence home. Artemis had regained possession of her wallet and Mercury possessed a new, apple-sized lump on top of his head. Laurence awoke on his couch, a plastic bag of ice taped haphazardly to his cheek. Neither Artemis nor Mercury were at all medically inclined.
Artemis scratched the back of her head and cleared her throat awkwardly. “Hey, sorry about the whole… ‘********’ thief’ punch thing.”
“It’s o-- Why are we in my apartment? How did you two get in without my keys?”
Mercury grinned. Laurence rolled his eyes and laid back down on the couch, covering his face with his hands.
Not long after their meeting, Artemis was inducted into the Guardians.
 Brigadier · Sat Apr 25, 2009 @ 04:05am · 0 Comments |
