In a short moment of levity, Abby suggests a game of magical paint ball to keep them from killing each other out of sheer frustration. This snippet is from Chapter 17.
During the game, Hermes manages to find Abby in the woods.
I hope you enjoy! This is an unedited piece and is subject to change. All errors are my own.
Thwack! My head spun around. Thwack! Thwack! Bright blue paint hit me square in the chest splattering up
to my face and hair.
“Aaaagh!” I screamed, looking around for the culprit.
Blonde hair peeked around the edge of the house. “Hermes, I’m going to kill
you!”
A deep
chuckle rang out. “You’d be breaking your own rules, now wouldn’t you?” He
stepped out, his gun raised at eye level.
“Don’t
shoot,” I whimpered.
His look of
concern almost made me smile. He walked quickly towards me. “Did I hurt you? I
am so-“
Thwack
thwack! I laughed maniacally at the site of yellow paint running down his face
as I fired and took off running. His roar of rage only increased my giggling as
my legs pumped as fast as they could. Yes, I could have disappeared, but where
was the fun in that?
I looked
back and wished I hadn’t. Hermes was gaining on me, a lunatic smile spread across
his face.
“Shit,” I
murmured and snorted with laughter because sometime in the first few minutes
after the game started, he had streaked mud across his face and shoulders. With
the addition of the yellow paint, he looked like an angry bumble bee.
“I’m coming
for you, my pretty. And when I get you I’m going to sully you and make you
scream.” Hermes was normally light on his feet, but now he crashed through the
woods like an angry bear.
I screamed
with laughter and kept running. “You’re getting old if you can’t catch up with
me!” I spied a large log right in my path and jumped over it gracefully,
praying Hermes wouldn’t see it.
From the loud
crash and shouted curse words, he didn’t. I slowed down and turned to look at
him. He struggled to extricate himself from the log, and when he finally stood
up, the look on his face had me shouting again with laughter. Twigs and leaves
stuck out all over his head. The paint had smeared into his hair, matting the
curls flat onto his head. I grinned and waved.
His lips
twitched. “You are going to pay for this.”
I kept
grinning, watching him for any sudden movements. “Don’t be a sore loser,” I
said. “You can’t always win.”
Hermes
raised an eyebrow and called for his Caduceus. Crap. I felt my eyes widen, saw that wide monkey grin spread across
his face again and I got the hell out of dodge. Magic burst into the air as Hermes’
curse words filled the air.
“Your mama
should wash your mouth out with soap,” I screamed just as I disappeared.
Sheryl
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