The Rig
It was louder than usual. The kids were all today. Even Athena, who usually sat silently watching the world through a relatively shattered window, was ready to burst. Zeus, a boy a couple years older walked over to the simulator, his dark brown eyes looking a bright green from the fluorescent blue light of the machine. He was going over the plan, Athena’s plan, for what felt like the tenth time in five minutes.
“Oh my God! Zeus, you explain it one more time, Nike might start eating her arm!” Athena exclaimed, watching as the red haired Latina started sharpening her knife on the edge of the table. Nike’s hazel eyes locked with their team leader’s as she solemnly nodded in agreement. They were relatively even, gender wise. Hades, Poseidon and Zeus with Athena, Aphrodite and Nike, when Athena was in the mood to socialize. “Hades, is to baked to remember the plan.” Aphrodite smirked, pointing to the blond boy who was engulfed in a cloud of smoke.
Nike smiled. Her pristine features contorted evilly as she almost pounced on the semi-conscious boy. Before she could reach him, however, her body crumbled to the floor with a loud thump. Aphrodite kept her figure on the button a second longer as the ginger girl began to convulse. “That’s enough!” Zeus exclaimed as Aphrodite stepped back with her hands in surrender. Nike got up with a growl before practically running to the door like a puppy that wanted to go for a walk.
“Let’s get this over with”