XJr-Artemis and Apollo Part 2For a few minutes Apollo did nothing but a very passable impression of a goldfish."You...you don't think....your""That would be suspicion, yes" Artemis replied coolly. Outwardly she seemed calm and contained, but inside she as caught between excitement, shock and disbelief. "Of course, we'll need to confirm it, but Dean can do that. Come on."Artemis led Apollo to the house, up past the dorms and to Dean's private floor. She knocked once on the door of his study/laboratory, then without waiting for a reply, walked in."Artemis. I sensed you were coming. And you have a friend with you.""Yes, this is Apollo. We believe that he is my brother. We need confirmation.""I see. A DNA fraternity test then. I shall need a blood sample from you both." Dean said, opening a drawer and taking out a hypodermic, holding it up so the metal needle glinted in the light"You are not getting anywhere near me with that." Artemis snarled. Apollo, unused to her, took a step away. Dean, however, had no such
XJr-Artemis and Apollo Part 1Across the grass, the group saw a boy heading towards the house, looking very unsure of himself."Shall we go and introduce ourselves?" Artemis asked, although with her it was less a question, more a statement."Do you make a habit of picking up strays?" Ed joked"Only since you came along" Artemis countered.Not only was Artemis curious about what this stranger was up to, but he seemed familiar somehow."Hey!" Ed called over. Startled, to boy looked round."Oh.....hi." he stuttered nervously. He had a definite American accent"What brings you to the Institute of Dean?" Artemis's slight accent was accentuated by the presence of a true American."I'm, uh, looking for someone" Clearly, the attention of these strangers had frightened him."Who, maybe we can find them for you""Umm, my sister. I was told she was here.""What's her name?""I, I don't know.""Well that's helpful." Artemis said dismissively "Well then, what's your name?""Apollo. Stupid isn't it?"Apollo.....Apollo....Somet
WordsThere. I said it.And I didn't dieI wasn't struck down by lightning.The earth didn't fall from under me.The words didn't choke me.In fact, it wasn't that hard at all.It was easy. I could do it, no problem. Say those words that I thought, every single day.And I would too. At the very next opportunity.I played the scene again. And, like before, the words poured forth unhindered, and the world didn't end.The bell. The end of my dreaming. Time to get back to reality. But this time, with resolve.And there you stand. Once more my daydream runs through my mind. Nothing to it. People say it all the time. I walk over, prepared to bring the dream alive.And I think the words, over and over. But they never materialise.Another failed attempt for the supposedly intelligent mind to articulate the simplest of phrases.
RefocusWhat changed?When did my view tilt, and the focus blur?Suddenly a different meaning to evey wordAnother emotion in every gestureThis isn't rightThis isn't what I thinkMy imagination is completly differentTo the reality I find myself inAnd yet, I must admitI don't dislike itThe new light shining on the situationOutshines the shadow in my head