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Stella Constinight

Chapter III A long and strange month passed with more questions unanswered. Cherrie and Vice were overly polite to me and made sure to always leave their silver in the tube and on the living room table where I could easily see it. It turned out Cherrie knew how to cook elaborate meals and made everything we consumed. When I asked her once how she learned to cook, she shook her head and smiled sadly as she told me she didn’t know. My training was only interrupted when I had a mission. Time with my new handlers was limited to meals and travel time. Cherrie did all of the research needed to find my missions and Vice arranged it. To make sure we were never surprised by a guard or the General, Vice hacked into my rooms wiring and set up a silent alarm when my elevators were in use. He didn’t know how he’d learned to do something like that and I didn’t ask anything else of them.                 They sent daily reports to the General, he had yet to see them or check up on me. I
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Artemis

Chapter 3   “How did she react to four bags yesterday?” Dr. Holden asked Jacob as they went to Artemis. Artemis was strapped to a table currently standing upright with her legs and arms far apart. Wires were attached all over her and the heart monitor beeped every couple of seconds. Her hair was cut nearly to her scalp her head hung down on her chest, eyes closed in pain. The straps had made raw rings around her wrists and ankles when she fought them due to the shock treatments or the Blue IV’s.  Dr. Holden lifted Artemis’s chin and opened her eyes to shine a light on them. Artemis’s eyes were nearly completely black, what was left of her natural brown was molding with the Blue and continually changing. She dropped the girl’s chin and read the ever-growing paper from one of the machines by Artemis’s side.  “Well enough, ma’am,” Jacob replied. “It seems to have given her more strength, though, and she fights harder than normal.” “And Demeter,” Holden went on. “Is she sti
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Artemis Chapter 2 Jet revved his motorcycle and shot through the yellow light at 75 miles an hour. He laughed under his helmet at the stunned looks on people’s faces as he zoomed by. His motorcycle was of his own design and nearly completely silent. Entirely black with no licenses plate and the only light at the front to see by, most people didn’t know he was coming until he’d passed them.   His helmet rang and Chanel’s face popped up in the corner. He shook his head and hit the refuse button on his handlebar. Maybe he shouldn’t break up with girls over text, he’d admit, but it saved him so much time in listening to them cry and get angry and yell and fuss at him. She’d say what all the others said, she loved him and had given months of her life to no one else so wasn’t she worth more than that? The answer: No. They used him like a piggy bank and to get in the best places. It helped their careers, their family’s status, even their friends did better in life. Jet used them for, wel
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