Hi. So, this is another side project that I'm doing, since I figured that I like making things as redonkulis as I can and what better way to do that then make Gods? So, yeah.
3rd person POV
She ran. She was scared, tired, injured and running. Her left arm had been severed from its socket and her right eye had been cut a centimetre deep. She wanted to fly, to run away from this place, but the glass dome prevented her from doing so. That, and him. He was the one who had done this to her. He was the one running after her. He was a puppet to them, just like her, but he had gotten lucky. She heard a rustle in the bushes and shot her gun at the sound. She heard laughing as the man who she was running from emerged from the other side of the clearing. She tried to run, but he was faster, she tried to shoot him, but she was out of bullets. He advanced towards her, hatchet in hand and a maniacal grin on his face. She could see her life flash before her. She could smell the scent of blood on his hatchet, the dirt and grime on his clothes and hear the sound of his footsteps coming ever closer. She looked at him and saw the lifeless eyes, the once colourful blue shirt stained with dirt and blood, the black pants stuffed with a dagger in one pocket and a apple in the other. She looked at her own clothes, torn and dirty. She closed her eye and accepted her death. If it got her out of this hell-hole of a place, she would take it.
As she heard him come closer, she opened her eyes. "Eyes?" She thought, confused. She looked forward, seeing the man, but instead of a bloody hatchet and a bloodstained blue shirt, he was wearing a purple pajama shirt and had her hand in his palm. He looked up at her and she saw his eyes. Instead of shallow, lifeless eyes without a pupil, they were deep and vibrant and full of excitement and happiness. He looked surprised to see her and he said "Sorry for waking you up. Just admiring the love of my life." As he said this, she looked around. They were in a simple room, with a dark blue feature wall and 3 white walls. They were in a wooden queen sized bed with a simple cover on it and there was a wardrobe across from them. She looked around and suddenly it hit her who the man was.
This man was her fiancé, the man she had grown up with, developed a crush for and the man who had swept her off her feet when he proposed to her at exactly 12 o'clock at night 3 weeks ago. She was now wearing simple white pyjamas instead of the rags she had been wearing before and she looked down at her hand to see a engagement ring on her finger.
He noticed her looking around with such confusion and the fear she had looked at him with for the few seconds before and asked her if anything was wrong. She smiled and shook her head and he pulled her into a hug. He was Chaos, or that's what the mortals called him. To his friends, he was Michael Chaotic.
He was initially a boy of joy and wonder in the school they went to, but one day he had inexplicably changed into a cold, hard, brute, pushing away his friends. She had been the only one who knew what had happened and he had expected her to run away in horror, but was pleasantly surprised. She kept talking to him, unaware that he didn't want her there, even staying after he had lashed out at her and eventually he melted. That was 6 years later. He once again became joyous and caring, but what he had been had left a scar on his name. You see, they were not normal people. They were gods, and what they did throughout their years shaped what they were. In causing so much confusion and harbouring so much anger, he had became the God of Chaos, Anarchy and Anger. But, she stuck by him, helping him through anything that would make him go bezerk otherwise. She stuck by him, through thick and thin, and her actions had made her the Goddess of Love, Patience and Forgiveness. As their years together grew, he had fell hopelessly in love with her and she with him. They blushed when they looked at each other and when her home burnt down, he immediately offered to let her stay at his. She had took it and ran into the guest bedroom, tired and embarrassed. They had went for a walk one day and a random force had pushed him onto her. They ended up kissing by accident and The God of Chaos and Anarchy looked confused and angry. He looked around for anything that could have pushed them over, but found nothing. Then, three weeks ago, he had asked her to come out to the backyard with him so they could eat dinner together. As they chatted and ate, she noticed a square shaped bulge in his inside pocket.
They finished the dinner and he went inside to make dessert. He had accidentally burnt the cake that he meant to make, so they just had some ice cream. Then, at precisely 11:59, he got up and downed his drink. As the seconds ticked by, he got on his knees and looked up to her. Her heart had skipped a beat. He produced the square shape from his pocket and opened it exactly as the clock struck 12:00. "I don't have speech prepared, but I have one question to ask you. After all of this time, will you, Eliza, be my wife?" He asked, his casual joking tone still there, but with some seriousness to it. She had said yes, putting on the ring and smiling. He had boomed with joyous laughter, hugging her and twirling her around. They had went back inside and watched some TV on a red couch made of soft linen in each other's arms, falling asleep to the end of a performance of Romeo and Juliet. Since then they had relaxed, letting the people go a few weeks without his brand of chaos or her brand of love. The others could pick up the slack there.
She looked back at the man she was now lying with and sighed. She knew why she was having these nightmares. They always happened, ever since she was 10. He saw her concern and guessed at what her problem was.
"Nightmare again?" He asked. She nodded. He knew what was going on. She had told him what they were before and what they contained. And he had always said the same thing. It would never happen. "The Games?" He asked. She nodded and kissed him. It always came back to those damned Games.
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Hi! So, basically, that was a short chapter so you could get to know Eliza and Michael. They will be the two main characters, and yes, there will be some hunger games style crap going on. It's the best way I could think of making the gods fight. I'm sorry if this was a terrible chapter, but I'm worse at writing romance scenes than anything else. So yeah. Cya!