Author: Cora Sinclair PM
The artifact has been caught but with Artie injured and Pete and Myka completely exhausted they have no choice but to stay at the lovely Cora's house. Cora and Artie seem to be getting cozy with each other but does she have any other motives? And how will the rest of the Warehouse team react to getting a new member?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Artie N. & Claudia D. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 26,024 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 01-11-13 - Published: 12-08-12 - id: 8777821
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Sinclair's Note: Hello readers, I would like to explain that I have hijacked this account in order to tell you my story. You know me from the failed version of "Black Widow" which was so aptly named after me. You know me, you hate me, and my name is Cora Sinclair. I have ravaged the lives of men around the globe, moving from place to place finding new victims wherever I have gone. And now I am in a sleepy little town called Univille where my latest victim lies.
"No matter how long we love each other, no moment on earth will be as long as the moment I lose you."
A.M.W. Philosopher & writer
Translated from a dead language for your convenience.
They were dead. All of them dead with their blood splashed across the palace. The mere scent drove her into frenzy. She needed to find him, she had to find him. She couldn't survive this handmade hell without him.
Running at break neck speed she found him. The light of her life, her eternal flame, her beloved lover, Artemis on the floor of her and her husband's throne room. He was lying on his side. His blood seeping out of his soon to be lifeless body.
"Artemis!" she screeched
She fell to her knees as she came upon his body. She turned him over in hopes that she might prevent his ever quickening pace to Hades. She gasped as she saw a very familiar dagger stuck in his stomach between his ribs. Artemis groaned at being moved. He was ready to yell at whoever was disturbing his death when he saw the lovely and enchanting face of his lover, the Queen of Caria.
"My Love, y-you're here."
He reached out his hand to her. She took it gladly and pressed it against her cheek. His hand was so cold and his grip was weak.
"Yes I am here. Just relax, I will get you help. We'll see this through."
"You shouldn't have come. He is here and he has killed me."
"Don't talk like that. I don't care if he is here. He will know my wrath for this massacre."
Artemis let out a small chuckle as she stroked his pepper-grayed hair out of comfort. "I have no doubt my Queen that you will send him straight to Hades for his crimes but it will be a battle without me."
Tears began to swell in her eyes hearing the undeniable truth.
"You cannot leave me. You are all I have left. My children are slaughtered; my dear Helle's throat has been slashed."
Her tears fell to the blood stained floor. The images of her children, her babies' mangled bodies were too much to bear. Her husband of twelve years, his eyes wide open in horror because his throat was split wide open due to nothing but pure spite.
"Do not cry my love, you will survive this. You have always survived despite the odds."
"But will I live? Life is not worth living if I don't have you or my loved ones by my side."
Artemis shook his head against her argument and then gasped in pain. He could feel it, Death. Damn Thantos was coming too fast. He had so much to tell her but had so little time.
"My Love, as much as I would love to talk my time here is short."
"Do not speak like that. You will get better and we shall see him destroyed. Just don't die, please do not die. You're all I have left."
She grasped his hand harder and choked back her tears.
"We'll meet again, in another life perhaps."
"No, no Artemis please...don't..."
"I'm so sorry."
"I'm so sorry..."
He heard her cries and screams as he slipped away. He hoped more than anything that she would be okay. The Queen of Caria sobbed over the body of her Artemis. She had lost everything. Her family and now her lover was gone. Her once glorious palace was now in shambles from the coup. Everything and one was either gone or in ruin. Everything except her. She had survived whether she liked it or not.
Lost in her grief she barely noticed that someone was watching her. He stood before her, still stinking with the blood of his victims.
"My dear lovely Queen," he spoke so quietly that it scared her. "You should not weep, the bugs that once plague your life are now gone."
All the courage that she once possessed was gone. He was not a normal man; he was a monster, a demon, some nasty piece of slime that slithered up from the darkest pits of Tartarus just to torment her.
"How could you?" she cried, "How could you?"
"My Queen I did it for you because I love you and I love you to death." he smiled
"Then KILL ME!" she demanded, "Kill me like you killed everyone else in my life!"
He forced her up by grabbing her wrist. He put his hand around her skinny waist and pulled her close to him. She squirmed at his touch.
"My Love, I would dare not mar your beautiful skin with a dirty blade or the tip of an arrow. You are by far too exquisite. A treasure like you needs to be in perfect condition forever."
"I don't wish to be in perfect condition! I want my family! I want my Artemis back!"
A blood chilling laugh came from him.
"You want him back?"
He motioned over Artemis's still fresh body.
"He is filth compared to you."
"So are you." she growled
Her insult seemed to faze him but he recovered.
"My love such petty remarks are beneath you. Now join me and become my Queen. We can rule over mankind!"
"You dare ask me to be your Queen when the love of my life lays dead not two steps away from me?!"
She slapped him and sent him staggering backwards onto his backside. He got up in no time and brushed himself off.
"I'll give you one more chance. Become my Queen and rule the world or-"
"Or you get out of my sight before I kill you." she seethed
It was an empty threat. She didn't have the emotional reserve or the physical strength to kill. She was spent.
He smiled and bowed before her.
"If that is what you want me to do then I will comply but know this my lovely Queen no matter how far you run or how many years pass I will find you. And sooner or later I will have you no matter how many proletariats I have to kill."
He bowed once more before leaving the broken Queen of Caria to mourn over her loved ones.
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