The Unholy Storm

Too bad you’re the ugliest motherfucker I’ve ever seen.

Then how hideous must your mother be?

Who are you? My mother?

You wish your mother was as good looking as I am.

There’s nowhere else I want to go. I don’t want to be anywhere. But this place is better than nothing.

That is a terrible excuse.

Oh, did you call me?

No. Did you call me?

[sits on her bed in the Demeter cabin flipping through old photos of her and her dad as well as some taken during her time as a huntress]  

What are you doing?

That seems like a really weird way to christen a baby. She was trying to make him strong right?

I guess you could say that.

Beau took a swig of her drink, biting back into her sandwich and looking with concern at Storm. It must have been an odd sight, to be honest. One can’t look too graceful about eating a sandwich. 

Storm looked Beau in the eyes and nodded. The way that she looked at him, it told a tale of concern and worry. She clearly cared for him, or at least he hoped that she did. He hadn't done all of this for someone who didn't care for him. But Storm doubted that Beau was like that, she seemed to care about him and Storm trusted her.

I get enough of that shit from my cabin, don’t pull it with me. I don’t want friends because I don’t want friends. I don’t like it here, I don’t like you.  It’s simple and uncomplicated, see?

If you don't want to be here, then why are you still here?

[rolls her eyes and throws the cigarette to ground] Make no mistake, Storm, we are not friends. I don’t have friends. I’m not an asshole either. I’m just honest. 

Everyone has friends, you just don't know what having friends are like.

Somebody had to. People like you disgust me. You know why? Because you’ll never change. I can tell you over and over to stop being an asshole and grow a pair but you never will. The whole place is overrun with whiny bastards who can’t see past their problems. [pulls a wrinkled cigarette and an old light out of her pocket, lights it, and places it between her teeth] It’s disgusting. 

-winks at the cigarette causing a gust of wind to put it out- Well you're just too kind to me. I mean I am so very lucky to have a friend like you who is a complete and total arse hole.

Beau reached for some of the less-sweet things, not wanting to get a sugar- high. She leaned back on her hands, watching the light flicker on the ocean waves. It was so relaxing, and being here with someone she cared deeply for, only made the night that much more special.

Storm nodded and picked up a sandwich filled with ham, cheddar cheese, mayonnaise, lettuce, cucumber and tomato. Holding it between his fingers he looked at it sceptically trying to decide if he had created a worthwhile meal for them. After a moment he decided that it was better than nothing and that Beau looked fairly impressed so it couldn't be that bad.

Right back at you. Maybe you should stop pretending you don’t know you’re a self serving bastard who’ll end up dying alone because he can’t realize what a piece of shit he really is. 

Wow. You're such a lovely person Artie, I mean like really. You're just far too kind to me. I can't believe that there is actually anyone like you in this whole world. Thank you for telling me the truth about myself.

I didn’t fucking ask for your life story. Do you want me to feel bad for you or something? I was just telling you a fact. Nothing really matters in the end. That’s all. I’m not your therapist.

Hey ass hole. Why don't you go fuck yourself and then maybe you'll be a little happier you miserable bastard. Cheer up, you look like you've been sucking a lemon for a couple of years.

Hey, lung cancer looks a fuckload better than a beer belly. I honestly don’t care about lasting. I just don’t care anymore and I’m not sure I ever did…after all, why should I? 

Exactly, I've seen Seven maybe more people that I care about run out of my life or die, I don't know if I give a shit anymore. I just give up with caring about this fucked up existence.

…It just wasn’t what I thought it was, so I kicked the habit and shit. But cigarettes are fucking great. Besides, getting drunk is weak as shit and I don’t miss the massive hangovers at all.

So you ditched alcohol for cigarettes, because that makes a helluva a lot of sense. To be perfectly honest I think you're probably on the right track. But who knows how long we're going to last.

"But you always treat me so well. i just… i’m amazed." Beau responded, hugging him tightly, and burying her face in his chest. He smelled wonderful, like he always did - fresh air, the outside, and a little bit of freshly cut grass. It made her smile. 

Storm shrugged slightly before grabbing himself a can of red bull and popping the tab, he took a long drink of the heavily caffeinated liquid, which for an AH HD demi god might not have been the smartest idea, but Storm hadn't slept well the last couple of weeks and he sort of relied upon the stuff to get him through. 

Hmph. Nah, that ain’t me anymore. But I’ll watch you get drunk, it’ll be funny.

You don't drink any more? What happened did your balls drop off?