(I'm Ready To Kill You, & No One Will Find Your Body)

Ares POV

We come home at about... five a.m...ish?

Apollo mutters something as he stumbles up stairs like he's drunk.

I'm just a wrecking ball of emotion and destruction.

And wow I suck.

I push open the door and gasp.

"Lola?"

Her head jerks toward me.

But her usual defiant, "You are an idiot and you know it" expression is replaced by "I'm ready to kill you, and no one will find your body."

"Y-yeah?" She stands and slaps me in the face.

"Oww!" My cheek burns where she hit me. "What duh...?"

"Who in the hell killed her?" she hisses, as sharp cool metal presses against my neck.

I roll my eyes. "Slapping me wasn't good enough?"

"Not good enough revenge for what you did."

Lola's glare swaps to behind me.

"Apollo." I whisper. "Not the right time."

"Wait, is she-"

"Yeah, and I have no clue how." My voice rises a couple octaves. "Please don't kill me, I've started to enjoy my life."

She presses the blade harder, and I can feel blood stream down my neck.

"Wow." She snorts, and I'm really starting to freak out.

I never thought I'd freak out about dying.

Never say never, I guess.

I feel like I might throw up.

I can feel sweat dripping down my nose.

I can hear the loud hammering of blood rushing through my ears.

One little trip from Lola, one shift...

I'm dead.

Apollo steps forward, and the blade presses harder against my neck.

Damn it hurts.

"Apollo." Lola breathes, her chin held high. "Step closer, he's a goner."

I risk a look at Apollo.

He looks....

Bored.

"Go for it." He says, and screw the treaty, as soon as I'm in the all-clear I'm killing him.

"But it'd be a waste." Apollo finishes.

Lola wavers. "Like how?"

"For one thing," Apollo tenses. "Guilt. It'll mess with you. Um, another thing, um, you'll regret it-"

"Regret it how?" She looks at me again. "This pathetic twelve year old doesn't know what's good for him. It'd be better if I put him out of his misery."

"But I LIKE my life!" I blurt.

Lola glares at me, but smiles. "Keep talking, and I'll dislocate your head."

"Does that mean I'll die?"

"Yup."
No thanks. So I shut up.

"Drop the knife." Apollo whispers.

"Nope."

Apollo's jaw clenches as he pulls out a glowing, blindingly bright blade.

"So," Apollo hisses. "Wanna try this again?"

She frowns. "Ha. You wouldn't dare. Hurting woman or child is against the Divine code."

"I'll gladly break it to keep you from killing him."

"But do not get banned?"

"I'd rather die than let you hurt him."

What duh...?

Apollo?

Who replaced my Apollo?

WHO?!

Her hand blurs as a sharp hot pain sears my leg.

I fall.

And that's all I can remember.

Other than the rushing in my ears, and the sound of shouting.

Nuthin is there.