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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 o...

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...

Chapter 1 Apollo laughed and playfully smacked Hephaistos’s arm. “You really think you could beat Athena in a building challenge?” Hephaistos rubbed his arm and rolled his shoulders. He raked his hand through his long gray hair and moved it out of his eyes. “When she’s not around to hear me say it, yes.” His dark blue eye winked at Apollo as he fell into the overstuffed gray couch in the living room. His blue jeans and red flannel shirt looked tight against his enormous muscles, his boots strangely dirty. Apollo laughed harder and shook his head. His neon blue eyes twinkling, he said, “Wait till I tell her you said it.” He tugged his crisp white shirt down over his tan slacks, his black shoes shiny from a recent cleaning. Hephaistos blanched and jumped to his feet. “You wouldn’t.” “He wouldn’t what?” Athena asked as she walked confidently down the steel staircase towards the boys. Her hair was shoulder length and a cool gray different from the others. Her tight...