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Authors: Tony C. Skye
Tags: Drama, Fiction, thriller, Suspense, adventure, Horror, YA), supernatural, Young Adult, teen, scary and funny, drama and adventure
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“Artemis is attributed to being a goddess of the moon. But she is so much more than that,” the girl glances back at her apparent rival without making any direct eye contact. The teen gains more confidence when she sees a hint of satisfaction on her teacher's face. She raises her voice subtly,
“It is one thing to hunt during the illuminated world of the daytime sun as Artemis does. But it's quite another to hunt by only the dim light of a nighttime sky. Even on a full moon with a cloudless sky, the most experienced of modern day hunters will struggle without their night vision goggles.”
The girl's confidence rises further with the ever increasing curiosity upon Mr. Tolbert's face. She speaks louder,
“Artemis is just not some simple huntress of the night. She is a woman who is extremely determined to achieve her goals. She never asks someone else if it's okay for her to hunt. Artemis doesn’t care if they like it or not. She knows who she is without any doubt. She has embraced her identity to the point no one questions at all whether or not her skills as a huntress are really sufficient.”
The eighteen-year-old speaks with the authority and confidence of any knowledgeable instructor, “Everyone agrees that she is skilled in this way. But what is sometimes left out is the underlining driving force within Artemis – her reason for being.”
“And what would that be, Ms. EvéMari?”, the very pleased teacher asks.
The new girl smiles, “She enjoys taking life. It is her adrenaline rush. Hunting by moonlight only serves to increase the difficulty level for her. She is not bound to the night. That's a misconception. Nowhere does it say such a thing, not in the original texts anyway.”
“So you're saying Artemis enjoys the kill and raises the ante by sometimes hunting in the night?”, Mr. Tolbert responds curiously.
“Yes,” the new transfer student replies, “In this way, the thrill of her kills will yield a much higher reward value. Being worshiped by weaker mortals is only a byproduct of who she truly is...”
The teen makes a point to turn around in her chair and face her accuser, “...a killer. A killer who plans, calculates, watches, and has more patience than her prey. She is a killer who always wins.”
Cold silence follows the new girl's views on Artemis as she turns back around.
“Boo-yah!”, a male's voice invades the silence. The classroom's students explode into laughter; except of course, for Rebecca Hindsworth and Jennifer Hammond.
“Is that some kind of threat?”, Rebecca questions in an effort to regain the class.
The new girl turns. She seems genuinely confused by the strange inquiry, “I have no reason to threaten you. I don't even know you.”
The classroom quietens.
“No you don't,” Rebecca threatens.
“The world does not revolve around Ms. Hindsworth,” Mr. Tolbert intervenes, “And neither does my classroom. Last warning.”
Rebecca thinks better of saying anything else. The blond glances at the clock behind Mr. Tolbert. It reads: “9:40.”
Two hours before lunch. This morning is taking forever. And now thanks to Ms. Skank, I have two targets to take care of. Don't these people know I have practice today?
Rebecca faintly hears Mr. Tolbert ramble on about the inquisitive insights of Ms. EvéMari.
Gawd. Who freaking cares? That skank will get hers.
Rebecca Hindsworth, captain of the S.V.C., looks over at her newly sworn enemy. The cheerleader grins knowingly.
Sucks to be you, skank.
----
Caroline peers into the two-liter plastic bottle. She reaches in with her long tweezers and retrieves a sample of the moldy dirt. Oddly enough, the makeshift garbage composite didn't look like much two weeks ago. Now, however, it seems the chaotic mess is trying to unify as one.
“Artemis is attributed to being a goddess of the moon. But she is so much more than that,” the girl glances back at her apparent rival without making any direct eye contact. The teen gains more confidence when she sees a hint of satisfaction on her teacher's face. She raises her voice subtly,
“It is one thing to hunt during the illuminated world of the daytime sun as Artemis does. But it's quite another to hunt by only the dim light of a nighttime sky. Even on a full moon with a cloudless sky, the most experienced of modern day hunters will struggle without their night vision goggles.”
The girl's confidence rises further with the ever increasing curiosity upon Mr. Tolbert's face. She speaks louder,
“Artemis is just not some simple huntress of the night. She is a woman who is extremely determined to achieve her goals. She never asks someone else if it's okay for her to hunt. Artemis doesn’t care if they like it or not. She knows who she is without any doubt. She has embraced her identity to the point no one questions at all whether or not her skills as a huntress are really sufficient.”
The eighteen-year-old speaks with the authority and confidence of any knowledgeable instructor, “Everyone agrees that she is skilled in this way. But what is sometimes left out is the underlining driving force within Artemis – her reason for being.”
“And what would that be, Ms. EvéMari?”, the very pleased teacher asks.
The new girl smiles, “She enjoys taking life. It is her adrenaline rush. Hunting by moonlight only serves to increase the difficulty level for her. She is not bound to the night. That's a misconception. Nowhere does it say such a thing, not in the original texts anyway.”
“So you're saying Artemis enjoys the kill and raises the ante by sometimes hunting in the night?”, Mr. Tolbert responds curiously.
“Yes,” the new transfer student replies, “In this way, the thrill of her kills will yield a much higher reward value. Being worshiped by weaker mortals is only a byproduct of who she truly is...”
The teen makes a point to turn around in her chair and face her accuser, “...a killer. A killer who plans, calculates, watches, and has more patience than her prey. She is a killer who always wins.”
Cold silence follows the new girl's views on Artemis as she turns back around.
“Boo-yah!”, a male's voice invades the silence. The classroom's students explode into laughter; except of course, for Rebecca Hindsworth and Jennifer Hammond.
“Is that some kind of threat?”, Rebecca questions in an effort to regain the class.
The new girl turns. She seems genuinely confused by the strange inquiry, “I have no reason to threaten you. I don't even know you.”
The classroom quietens.
“No you don't,” Rebecca threatens.
“The world does not revolve around Ms. Hindsworth,” Mr. Tolbert intervenes, “And neither does my classroom. Last warning.”
Rebecca thinks better of saying anything else. The blond glances at the clock behind Mr. Tolbert. It reads: “9:40.”
Two hours before lunch. This morning is taking forever. And now thanks to Ms. Skank, I have two targets to take care of. Don't these people know I have practice today?
Rebecca faintly hears Mr. Tolbert ramble on about the inquisitive insights of Ms. EvéMari.
Gawd. Who freaking cares? That skank will get hers.
Rebecca Hindsworth, captain of the S.V.C., looks over at her newly sworn enemy. The cheerleader grins knowingly.
Sucks to be you, skank.
----
Caroline peers into the two-liter plastic bottle. She reaches in with her long tweezers and retrieves a sample of the moldy dirt. Oddly enough, the makeshift garbage composite didn't look like much two weeks ago. Now, however, it seems the chaotic mess is trying to unify as one.
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