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from her callused caresses. But maybe she was just exhausted from the effort. Already, as it was, her puncture wounds were beginning to swell and she shivered.
Medusa pressed her bleeding wrist against the girl's mouth. "Drink."
The girl swallowed and Medusa smiled. Once she had seen a coyote limp in the desert, so starved that its ribs stuck out. It collapsed to the ground and Medusa knew that it was about to die. She fed it a bit of her blood, stood a small distance away as its body recovered, and it got up a short while later, prancing off like it had been fattened for months. This would be the same. The girl's ankle would probably be healed and she'd be better than new.
Only, the girl in her arms didn't recover. She spit out the blood and her breathing shallowed. Her body was thrown into convulsions.
Medusa was confused. Her blood gave life, but until that moment she hadn't realized that this was the case only some of the time with humans and animals. Certain creatures had an adverse reaction and it would expedite their deaths. People would later spread the myth that half of a Gorgon's blood gave life and the other half, death, but the truth was that the whole thing was random. The girl screamed as her muscles seized and then gasped for air. Medusa carried her out into the sun.
She was only able to get a glimpse of the girl's pretty blonde hair and wide blue eyes before they grayed. At least her pain was over. Medusa dropped the remains on the ground, unable to watch the girl's tormented expression immortalized into rock.
She waited for the girl's ghost to appear from her body and travel down to the underworld, where she'd rest in peace forever. Maybe she could get an apology in before the girl was gone. All humans eventually went down that path and she had seen many of them leave the earth that way, but nothing changed. In fact, the spirits of the dead never appeared from inside the statues she and her sisters created. She hadn't thought about it until now. Medusa paled. Not only was she killing them by turning them into stone, but she was zapping their souls into non-existence.
Medusa's world grew dark. She was supposed to remain positive and strong so that when her child was born, she could raise it properly, but she couldn't do it any longer.
She stroked her belly and whispered, "I'm sorry, but this is for the best. I would be a terrible mother and I wouldn't blame you if you hated it here anyway." Much longer than nine months, her stomach was still only slightly swollen. Most women could have given birth twice by now. She no longer had the will to live, no matter who it was for.
She watched birds fly overhead and met their eyes. She saw one of them fall from the sky as it turned into stone and she quickly ran beneath it. Pain radiated through her forehead as it conked her and she passed out.
She woke hours later with her head pounding. She was hoping the blow would kill her, but instead she had a headache that she couldn't heal from like her sisters could.
She ran towards a flock of birds again and tried to crack her skull from the blow of a stone raven falling from the sky. She didn't die, even though she repeated this stunt several times. Her body was too resilient. She was dizzy and disoriented.
She knew there was only one solution to this problem. She'd have to turn herself into stone. She'd lose her soul, but being nothing was better than being this.
She ran towards the cave that she knew her sisters were probably arguing in front of. She ignored the weave of her drunken steps and shook her head to remain focused. She grinned as their scaly bodies came into view. Increasing her speed, she tackled Euryale. Stheno yelped.
She grabbed Euryale tightly by her snakes that in turn used their fangs to rip into her skin angrily. Medusa forced her to face in her direction. "Look into my eyes!" she screamed.
"What are you doing?" Stheno yelled as she yanked on Medusa's legs. "You'll get yourself killed! Stop
Medusa pressed her bleeding wrist against the girl's mouth. "Drink."
The girl swallowed and Medusa smiled. Once she had seen a coyote limp in the desert, so starved that its ribs stuck out. It collapsed to the ground and Medusa knew that it was about to die. She fed it a bit of her blood, stood a small distance away as its body recovered, and it got up a short while later, prancing off like it had been fattened for months. This would be the same. The girl's ankle would probably be healed and she'd be better than new.
Only, the girl in her arms didn't recover. She spit out the blood and her breathing shallowed. Her body was thrown into convulsions.
Medusa was confused. Her blood gave life, but until that moment she hadn't realized that this was the case only some of the time with humans and animals. Certain creatures had an adverse reaction and it would expedite their deaths. People would later spread the myth that half of a Gorgon's blood gave life and the other half, death, but the truth was that the whole thing was random. The girl screamed as her muscles seized and then gasped for air. Medusa carried her out into the sun.
She was only able to get a glimpse of the girl's pretty blonde hair and wide blue eyes before they grayed. At least her pain was over. Medusa dropped the remains on the ground, unable to watch the girl's tormented expression immortalized into rock.
She waited for the girl's ghost to appear from her body and travel down to the underworld, where she'd rest in peace forever. Maybe she could get an apology in before the girl was gone. All humans eventually went down that path and she had seen many of them leave the earth that way, but nothing changed. In fact, the spirits of the dead never appeared from inside the statues she and her sisters created. She hadn't thought about it until now. Medusa paled. Not only was she killing them by turning them into stone, but she was zapping their souls into non-existence.
Medusa's world grew dark. She was supposed to remain positive and strong so that when her child was born, she could raise it properly, but she couldn't do it any longer.
She stroked her belly and whispered, "I'm sorry, but this is for the best. I would be a terrible mother and I wouldn't blame you if you hated it here anyway." Much longer than nine months, her stomach was still only slightly swollen. Most women could have given birth twice by now. She no longer had the will to live, no matter who it was for.
She watched birds fly overhead and met their eyes. She saw one of them fall from the sky as it turned into stone and she quickly ran beneath it. Pain radiated through her forehead as it conked her and she passed out.
She woke hours later with her head pounding. She was hoping the blow would kill her, but instead she had a headache that she couldn't heal from like her sisters could.
She ran towards a flock of birds again and tried to crack her skull from the blow of a stone raven falling from the sky. She didn't die, even though she repeated this stunt several times. Her body was too resilient. She was dizzy and disoriented.
She knew there was only one solution to this problem. She'd have to turn herself into stone. She'd lose her soul, but being nothing was better than being this.
She ran towards the cave that she knew her sisters were probably arguing in front of. She ignored the weave of her drunken steps and shook her head to remain focused. She grinned as their scaly bodies came into view. Increasing her speed, she tackled Euryale. Stheno yelped.
She grabbed Euryale tightly by her snakes that in turn used their fangs to rip into her skin angrily. Medusa forced her to face in her direction. "Look into my eyes!" she screamed.
"What are you doing?" Stheno yelled as she yanked on Medusa's legs. "You'll get yourself killed! Stop
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