I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby
I can’t live without you
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don’t pay no attention to me
I got a disease
Disease
Matchbox20

Mount Olympus

Sick and puking like there was no tomorrow, Wolfgar called for Amy and Brigid to be brought to him.  His head felt as though someone stuffed it full of hot cotton and his stomach was churning burning mass of acid. Worst of all, the simple act of drawing breath into his lungs was growing increasingly difficult.

“Whatdayawant?” Amy shot as they were thrust into the Throne Room.  She held back the laugh but not the smile. “He got’cha, didn’t he? Nick, he got ya with a few of his arrows.”  Maybe good old Nick had his uses after all. The mighty brute wasn’t so mighty as he sat on the edge of his torturous bed puking on the floor and his own feet. “Lookin’ a little green there, …Eddie.” She nearly cackled. 

Wolfgar tried to admonish the impudent bitch but when he tried to speak all that came out was slur of noise. His mother, Raven Lightfoot, came rushing into the room with Tula hot on her heels.  She cradled him in her arms and stroked his sweaty brow.

“Cure him,” Rasputin ordered from behind Amy. “Do it now, girl!”

“Fat fuckin’ chance,” Amy retorted glancing back over her shoulder.  “Do you know what Nick uses on those arrows? Curare.  Understand,” she held up a hand to silence the old man who was about to speak, “it’s not just any old curare, Nick is very particular about it, so you better have a whole shitwad of stimulant around here. That son of a bitch over there,” she hitched her thumb in Wolfgar’s direction, “he’s gonna lose all muscle control until every single muscle in his once attractive body relaxes so much that they’re useless to him, including his heart and lungs. In other words, he’s gonna be dead in about five minutes. First he’s gonna shit himself.” She turned back to the man on the bed who was having such difficulty just keeping himself upright.  The one whose mommy was cradling him so closely to her ample breast. “Ya like that, Eddie? Say ‘hi’ to Satan for me.”

“Kill that bitch!” Raven shrieked.

In the flash of an eye Brigid was thrust to her knees. “Perhaps you didn’t understand me, girl,” Rasputin said coldly and placed a dagger to Brigid’s throat.  Scared to near terror levels Brigid began to sob as she wriggled in Rasputin’s grasp. “I said heal him. Now. If you do not, your sister will stop breathing before he does. This I promise.” Curare? How old and quaint, Rasputin thought as he stood there holding the knife.  Still, it was deadly enough.  No, they didn’t have, as Amy so delicately put it, ‘a shitwad’ of stimulant on hand and Rasputin wasn’t looking forward to giving Wolfgar an hour or so of mouth-to-mouth in the mere hope of pulling him through. Raven and Tula might not mind so much.

Amy stood there defiantly. OK, so that explained why Brig had been dragged out of her cell too.  Being mortal and therefore fragile and unable to fight back, they were going to use Brigid to make Amy do what they wanted.  If she just held out, if she could just keep their attention distracted for a few more minutes it was possible Wolfgar really would die. Curare wasn’t exactly lethal to an Olympian but Wolfgar wasn’t a full-blood by any means, in fact, as far as blood went there was a lot more of that then Ichor running in his thick veins.  “Who says I can do that? Heal people.” Amy ventured trying not to look at Brigid whose face was ashen. The others in their cells were so close to finding a way out, they’d discovered a strange mark upon the floor of each cell, it was tucked away in the far left corner.  Aiden thought it was a switch plate and all were certain that it meant something. If they could just discover what it was, what it meant and how it worked. If she could just buy them a little more time.

“I do.” The Mad Monk pressed the sharp blade against Brigid’s throat until it drew a trickle of blood.

“You’ll kill his kid if you do that.” Amy warned.  “He seems to want these bastards.”

Rasputin hissed, “He can do without this one.”

Across the room, Wolfgar finally stopped vomiting but it was only because his stomach muscles no longer had enough strength to heave upward.  His body began to slide off the bed as his head slumped on his shoulders.  Raven let out another cry as she tried to hold onto him. “Not long now.” Amy whispered.

The poison running through him was maddening! Wolfgar could see them, he could hear them and understand them perfectly well but he couldn’t tell Amy what a little bitch she was. He could run over there and throttle her. Instead all he was capable of was slowly falling closer and closer to the floor as drool dripped in a long steady stream from his full lips. He couldn’t even feel his  mother’s struggling arms about him or her tears on his cheek.

On the floor next to her Brigid screamed and howled in pain. Amy looked down to see the hilt of the dagger sticking out of her older sister’s shoulder.  “Shall I give her another one or do you get my point as much as she does, girl?”  Rasputin pulled the blade from Brigid’s body it was dripping with blood and bits of flesh. “One more time? What do you say? Shall I go for the back or the stomach this time?”

“Amy?” Brigid said in a weak voice as blood soaked her blouse. She tried to bring her hand to her wound but the man behind her pushed it away.

“KILL HER!” Raven shouted once more. “Then bring them all in one by one and slay them until she complies!” Kneeling in a puddle of Wolfgar’s puke Raven pushed his failing body upward toward the bed. From behind, Tula grabbed his shoulders. Between the two of them they were able to haul his body onto the bed.  “My son, my son, hold on, my dear boy.” She said and held his limp hand to her cheek.

“Die,” Amy willed through gritted teeth. “Just…die!”

“If he does, I guarantee all of you will soon follow him.” Rasputin brought the blade down again plunging it into the opposite shoulder.  He ground it round and round cutting through flesh, muscle, and bone with a wicked grin as Brigid screamed and begged him to stop.

Like Colleen with Lilly, Amy just couldn’t let Brigid suffer.  Raven was beside herself with fear there was no telling she would be capable of if that rat bastard kicked the bucket. “All right, I’ll do it.” She hissed. “Let my sister go.”

“Not until you’ve held up your end.”

“Prick.”  Amy pushed the sleeves on her sweater and made her way across the room. “Get outta my way, bitches.” She said to Raven and Tula.  With just the thought of touching him again making her sick to her stomach Amy settled on the bed next to him. “You better appreciate this.” She warned as she steeled herself.

“What are you waiting for? Do it!” Raven demanded.

“Just hoping he’ll be smart enough to die,” Amy returned. “Guess not. Too bad. I wouldn’t mind setting your dead body on fire.”  Behind her Brigid let out another wail. Amy turned to see that Rasputin had gone for the back over the stomach this time. “Stop it! You’re getting what you want! Stop torturing her!”

“You’d better hurry up or she’s going to bleed to death before you can heal him in time to save her.”

Rasputin had a point and it was a good one.  Amy turned back to the man on the bed as she rubbed her palms together and a green glow appeared between her fingers. “I hate you,” she whispered as she laid her hands on Wolfgar’s wounds and sucked the poison out through them with her magick.  The glow from her hands extended upward to her forearms before it eased out through her fingertips and made its way through Wolfgar’s body.  Soon his eyelids fluttered open though she wasn’t sure that he could actually see her.  A few short moments later, he drew in a harsh rasping breath to fill those gigantic lungs. Moments after that, his hand went to his chest to feel the beat of his heart which speeding back up to normal.  “You’re gonna live, aren’t we all fuckin’ lucky?” She spat as she felt the poison rolling around inside of her.  That was all right, she would dispel it and then it would be harmless.  The green glow dimmed as the last of the poison was extracted from him and Amy actually shook it out and away from her through her fingertips.  It lingered in the air in little glittering granules before it disappeared. “Feel better?”

“Yes,” Wolfgar said in a breathless voice as he struggled to pull himself on one elbow. “Kill her.” He ordered.

Before Amy knew it, Rasputin pulled Brigid’s head back by her hair then drew the blade across her exposed mortal throat nearly taking her head off. “NO!” Amy screamed and tried to spring toward the place her sister’s dying body was now falling. Wolfgar’s grasp stopped her. “Why? Oh Gods! Brig!”

“I…hate…impudence.” Wolfgar rasped. “You’re the worst offender.”

Raven pushed Amy off of the bed in order to get to Wolfgar who she took up in her arms and once again cradled like a baby. “I thought I lost you.” She sobbed.

On hands and knees, Amy crawled across the Throne Room floor staring into Brigid’s lifeless eyes. “I’m so sorry, Brig. I’m so sorry.”  Rage exploded within her as she hauled herself to her feet and turned around. “You’re an animal!”  Without thinking or hesitating, she sprinted towards him only to be flung across the room by a weighty ball of energy tossed from his hand.

“Oh, and here I thought you liked that quality in me.” He said with gleaming eyes. “That’s what you told me anyway, several times, didn’t you, my dear Sister. Not so much now? Hum?” He pushed Raven away from him. “Get off me woman. Stop your blubbering.”  Wolfgar looked up at Rasputin whose hands were still dripping with blood. “Take her back to the others,” he ordered. “Bring Kiki to me.”

“Kiki? You leave her alone. She’s only a girl.”

“Perhaps tonight I’ll make her a woman. Would you like to watch? I know how much you get off on things like that.”

“You’re sick!”

Wolfgar ignored her and waved a hand in the air indicating to Rasputin to do as he’d asked.  Rasputin hauled Amy away kicking and screaming.  Wolfgar gathered himself enough to remember that he was covered in his own vomit and blood.

“Are you all right? How do you feel?” Tula asked quietly.

“Filthy.” Wolfgar returned.  “Get me something to eat.” He commanded though he didn’t know if his stomach could handle such a thing at this moment. “I need a bath, prepare it, bring Kiki in when I’m ready. She can get her first taste of what her life will be like as my handmaiden.”

“As you wish.” Tula replied. She didn’t give a damn about them, no it was Calla she was after. All those years she’d lived with and loved David Jackson only to have him turn around and spurn her, Ares Consort, the woman who’d given up the chance at immortality for him.  David’s love for Calla would die with that redheaded bitch. Tula would see to that.

End of Chapter Sixty-Six
Golden Years
by Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
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