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PART ONE!! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY READ PART TWO!

WARNINGS!!! Depictions of blood, fear, drug abuse, heroin abuse, and smut. Some smut always some smut. Kozik’s too hot not to smut all the time. Aynwhom. This is really long, I’m sorry. But enjoy. Also its so angsty and break your heart, but put it back together. I promise.

Lastly here’s some little babies from the first part:

“Alex! I’m home! Me and H are headed to hang out. You makin’ dinner?” She asks as she steps into the little two bedroom apartment. Her brother sat at the table looking through some files. The lanky, tall blonde following right behind her caught Alexander Trager’s attention for one second before he waved them off.

“Busy, you make dinner.” He drones as he continues reading. The two scamper down the hall to her room, Herman ditches his kutte at her door, hanging it on a hanger on her doorknob. He was quick to find his usual spot in the corner on a black beanbag. He was a year older than her, but after being kicked out of his parents’ house, Tig offered to let the kid stay with them considering he was a prospect and his kid sister’s best friend.

She slid open her desk drawer and shrieked at the sight of the fake white rat. Tig, her brother’s famous club nickname, came sprinting down the hall to find the blonde rolling around on the floor and her standing at her desk, arms folded over her chest and a pout on her lips.

“Alex! He put a fake mouse in my desk again!” She whines, tossing it to her brother. He laughs, tossing the rat onto the blonde before shaking his head and walking away. She pulls her hair from its ponytail as she shimmies out of her jeans and into some shorts. Herman, nor her brother, had the guts to tell her she wasn’t twelve anymore. She had a beautiful curvaceous body and some of her clothes were too short. Herman’s eyes drank her in, her beautiful curvy butt and smooth supple skin. She was so pretty and she didn’t even know it. Yanking an old shirt of Herman’s over her head, she gets ready to go make dinner.

“What you gonna make?” Herman asks as they head to the kitchen.

“What are you gonna make?” She retorts, poking him in the chest.

“...Yeah, okay. I’ll get ‘em around. Yeah. Got it.” Her brother claps the phone shut and frowns at the two kids. “Get a bag packed. We’re on lockdown.”

“What’s lockdown?” She asks, eyes flicking between Herman and Tig confused.

“It’s where everyone stays at Teller-Morrow for a few days while we sort some shit out. So I’m gonna head out, you two be there in an hour. No later.” He points a stern finger at the two before he turns and heads to his room. “Oh, and change your clothes. I don’t want guys all over you.” She frowned and ignored him, going into her room and packing the things she needed. Mostly it was shirts, jeans, shorts, sweats, and her favorite pillow and blanket. She had forgotten that Jackson Teller and Opie Winston would be there. They were all close friends in school, not as close as her and Herman of course, but they all coincided well. As she finished packing, she gave a groan and pulled on a pair of leggings instead, as was asked of her by her brother.

“This is so stupid. I had plans, with you of course. But I still had plans!” She whines as Herman takes the bags from her hands and loads them onto his bike. He laughs at her whining.

“I mean, we’re still hanging out. Just, ya know, with three hundred other people.” She stopped walking, her eyes growing wide.

“Three hundred? No, H. I’m not going.” She shakes her head and starts back inside.

“Yes you are!” He calls, grabbing her up and carrying her under his arm to his bike. Strapping on her helmet, he climbs and gets ready, taking off towards TM. She held tight to him as he flew down the back streets, giggling all the way there. “Here, wait a minute. I’ll grab our stuff and I’ll go with you.” He wraps her blanket around her, chuckling at how cute and innocent she looked wrapped up in a pink fluffy blanket with unicorns on it.

“H, can’t we just go back to the apartment? You’re a strong guy, and a prospect. Can’t you just babysit me there?” She crows as she starts back towards his bike.

“No, now come on. It’ll be fun. I promise.” He assures, patting her head like a child. She groaned and headed inside, greeting her brother.

“You and Kozik okay sharing a room?” Tig asks, waving to the young man who walked behind her with two duffels and two pillows.

“Kozi—oh. Yeah, we can share one.” She smiles, giving a nod. Jax was already hitting on girls, Opie was hitting a girl from her class named Donna.

“Celeste, come say hi to everyone.” Tig calls his little sister over to the group of guys he was sitting with. With a shy little wave, Celeste quickly follows Herman to the back room. Once she found it, he was already lying on the bed, chatting on his cellphone.

“...I know. You comin’ to the clubhouse? Oh yeah? I look forward to it. Hey, have a good night baby.” He coos, hanging up. Celeste was waiting with a grin to ask him about this mystery girl.

“Ooh, who’s the girl?” She asks, poking at his sides as she crawls up next to him and covers him with the blanket.

“Oh, no one.” He chuckles, ruffling her curls and absently twisting a single banana curl around his finger.

“Really? You called her baby. And she’s coming here. You have a girlfriend, don’t you!” She squeals, hugging him.

“We’re not official yet, so don’t be flapping about it.” He warns, giving her a smile and nuzzling her forehead.

“Dinner’s ready! Kozik you got a girl here for ya!” Jax shouts, banging on the door. She drops her blanket on the bed and he sees what she’s got underneath. She’s only wearing a sports bra with those same shorts.

“When did you ditch the leggings? You gotta change, your brother’s gonna flip his shit.” She cackles and stands, yanking open the door and heading back to the main clubhouse, giving the woman in the a hall a grin as she sauntered by. Kozik peeks his head out the door to see her sashaying down the hall. Shaking his head, he greets his pretty girlfriend at the door with a smile and a kiss.

“Sorry, she’s just my best friend. That’s the girl I live with, and her brother.” He points out Tig from the bedroom. He leads her into the room and shuts the door, her lips attacking his as they tumbled onto the bed. Kozik finds enough time to yank off her clothes and she pulls off his. He’s two thrusts in when Celeste comes in crying, not noticing at first the two people on the bed. Grabbing a pair of baggy sweatpants she turns to find a crazy scene before her. Kozik was bare naked, deep in his girl and she was in awe. Staring at his body. He was beautiful. The muscle he built from working all summer.

“Christ Celeste! Get out!” He shouts, tossing his shirt at her. Shaking her head, she covers her eyes and heads back down.

“Sorry! I’m sorry.” She cries even harder, yanking his shirt over her head. “Ooh my god.” She whispers, filling her plate. Ten minutes later, Kozik heads down with his girlfriend. He finds her sitting at the table with Jax and Opie, but she’s secluded, nibbling on her plate.

“Baby, I gotta go apologize. I shouldn’t have yelled at her.” He hushes, kissing her cheek and handing her his plate of food.

“I mean, she’s the one who barged in.” He slides into the booth next to Celeste, dropping an arm over her shoulder, only for her to duck from under it and zip away. Grabbing her blanket and pillow, she started searching when she found an empty closet, she shrugged, figuring that would do. Hiding in there, she had a few old blankets in there and a couple extra pillows.

A few hours passed, and when she thought it was safe, she ran to their shared room to get her backpack and ran back.

“Has anyone seen Celeste?” Kozik asks to anyone that would know. Most people shake their heads. Shrugging it off, he grabs Jen’s waist and leads her back to their room. All the while Celeste sat in the closet, doodling the gorgeous figure of Kozik burned into her brain. She wasn’t sure why it stuck, but it did. His strong biceps bulging, the dimples kissing the bottom of his spine, his round butt. Was she thinking about how hot he was? She flips to a new page, starting a list of things she’d need to leave Charming. She was so sick of being in Alexander’s shadow, and under Herman’s arm. Any time a man looked in her direction, it was a big deal. Herman was her date to every single school function. She had decided there, in that closet at eleven twenty-five PM, that once this was over she’d leave Charming, California. She was ready to experience the world. Nodding in confidence, she started to write a letter to her brother and to Herman. At some point she fell asleep, notebook stuffed back into her duffel-bag, using the duffelbag as a pillow.

“I have some more blankets in here—“ Gemma jumps back, grabbing her chest. Heading back down the hall, she knocks on the door of Kozik’s room. The blonde’s sleepy head peeks out, scrubbing his eyes. “Tig’s kid sister is sleeping in the hall closet.” She snorts, jabbing a thumb over shoulder. He pads down the hall, popping open the closet door and laughing. First sliding her duffel back onto his arm, he scoops her up blankets and all and carries her down the hall back the room they shared. He gingerly lays her on the bed before he crawls in next to her. Herman’s girlfriend had gone home for the night saying her dad still gave her a curfew, so she left around one in the morning.

Celeste inhales sharply, rolls over, curling herself around him. He quietly cuddles her to him as he stuffs his nose into the crook of her neck in his sleep. In the morning, as they wake up he finds himself cuddling her a little bit closer as the morning sun comes through the blinds. Pulling her closer to him without a second thought, his lips press gently to the shell of her ear and down her neck. Moaning into his touch, she peeps one eye open and her body goes rigid. Was Herman the one giving her all of these sensations? His sleepy nose found her throat and his lips left lazy kisses across her collarbone.

“H, H.” She whispers, gently shaking him. As his lips press against her throat, he opens his eyes wide, confused as to why he swore he heard her voice.

“Oh shit.” He mutters, jumping outta bed and pacing the floor. All she could do was laugh.

“Christ, H. It’s fine.” She giggles, watching his hands rake through his hair. He gets back into bed, hovering above her as his hand comes up to feel her breasts. Sucking in a breath, she arches into his touch as his lips replace his hand. His tongue flicking out and sucking a nipple into his mouth. He grinds his hips and hers jut up to meet his. She had no idea what he was doing to her but she was in love with it. “Herman.” She gasps as his fingers slip into her under her panties.

“Celeste, baby girl, you have no idea what you do to me. Those short little shorts, oh baby.” He groans in her ear, letting her give a sharp inhale as a response. He loved the way she squirmed under his hands, the way her body responded to him.

“Why-why didn’t you say something?” She asks, rolling against his body. Her hands pull at the fabric of his shorts. She needed anything separating them gone, she yearned so badly to feel the bare skin she’d seen the day before. His hardness rubs against her as he kicks off his shorts and boxers. “You’re so beautiful.” She whispers, taking his cock in her hand and gently stroking it, licking the tip before taking the whole thing in her mouth, making him groan and tighten his hold on her hair.

“Babygirl. If you don’t want to do this please tell me.” He whispers, trying to control the urge to slam into her.

“Herman, you’re my best friend. If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be here.” She gushes, kicking off her shorts and panties.

“Baby.” He whispers, smoothing his thumb down her cheek as he smiles at her.

“Don’t kiss me.” She whispers.

“What?”

“Don’t kiss me. It can’t be platonic sex if you kiss me.” She informs, letting him grin down at her.

“Yes, ma’am.” He murmurs in her ear, nipping at her earlobe and pressing hot kisses down her jaw. Sliding on a condom, he slowly slides into her watching her eyes widen at the warm intrusion. “You okay, baby?” He asks, pulling out and slowly pushing back in, forcing his hips into a slow steady rhythm.

“H, if you don’t go any faster I might literally explode.” She giggles, fingers sifting through his golden hair, gripping the back of it. His eyes shut for a moment as he picks up the pace, but he quickly looks back to her again, to find her grinning and gripping tightly to the backs of his upper arms. As they rounded near their high, he felt the hot need to kiss her. He needed her lips on his when he finished. His lips danced dangerously close to the edge of her lips, but he made a promise. Covering her mouth with his hand just as he slammed his lips down to hers, he rode it out before he pulled gently out of her.

Giving a whine at her emptiness, he draws her against him and kisses her cheek and the shell of her ear. “Goddamnit.” He mutters, jumping out of bed and getting dressed in his average jeans, black tee shirt and kutte, pulling on his socks and boots. She laid there, watching him still in pure bliss. He gives her one last glance before he steps into the hall and shuts the door. Grabbing her notebook from her bag, she scribbles down the date and Herman Kozik, the day she fell in love with her best friend’. She waited a few minutes until she found the strength to get up and get dressed. She was feeling confident, slipping into her tightest pair of faded denim shorts, a blue tank top, pulling her hair back into a bun and sliding her converse on her feet she headed down. Kozik’s eyes land on her immediately, steam coming out of his ears seeing her short shorts.

“Morning!” She sing songs, grabbing Herman’s hand and letting him spin her around like he did every morning. But there was something about it that wasn’t the same to Tig. He stared at the two until she started walking towards him. When he saw the little tiny ready marks on her chest and jaw, he knew what had happened.

“Kozik, can I talk to you?” Tig asks, waving him over. Kozik’s heart began to thunder as he made his way over to her brother. Out of earshot from Celeste and everyone else, Tig growls low at the big blonde. “You have sex with my sister?”

“No man.” He retorts.

“Kozik. She’s got little red marks on her chest.”

“Okay, yeah. I did.” He mutters, feeling his heart thunders harder, thinking it might explode. Tig just laughs, pats him on the back.

“I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t one of the other guys here.” He slaps him on the back with a hand before heading back to his breakfast. Kozik stood watching her as she mingled with the other bikers and wives, making him smile. He dared to say he was proud of her. The only problem now, is that every time he looked at her, he saw that girl. The one arched underneath him, begging him for more. He licked his lips as he strolled up, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple before smacking her butt.

The next three days passed pretty quickly and everyone was filtering out to head home. But she wasn’t going home. She had arranged to leave Teller-Morrow with all her belongings to venture off on her own. She’d talked to Tiggy about it and he reluctantly agreed. They’d kept it from Herman as much as they could.

“Alright everyone. You’re all free to leave, if you could all say your goodbyes and get ready to go.” She waves and hugs most o the wives and children of the main bikers.

“Alright baby. I got the car loaded. You sure about this?” Tig asks, gripping his little sister in a tight hug. She nods with a smile.

“Yeah, I gotta stand on my own. Don’t worry Alex, I’ll be back. And I promise to call.” She assures, hugging him tight once more.

“You better. You better go see your lover boy.” She nods, feeling her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. She finds him standing in the shop, working on his bike. Flashing him a grin, she comes up and sits on the ground next to him.

“Hey, pretty blue eyes.” She giggles, knocking his shoulder playfully.

“Hey, you ready to escape this hellhole?” He laughs. She would miss the big grin he always had when he laughed, the way he squinted when he grinned.

“Uh, actually I’m heading to Los Angeles.” She murmurs, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear it. His screwdriver hits the concrete and he looks at her with a confused expression.

“You’re leaving Charming?” He asks, brows furrowed.

“Yeah.” He stands at once, smacking the dirt from his palms on his jeans as he heads in.

“Where you going?” She calls.

“I gotta pack, Celeste.” He calls never turning around.

“Herman, I’m going alone.” She calls. He stops and waits a second. “I’m leaving alone.” She watches as he turns and faces her, stalking towards her. Excitement and fear bubbles in her chest, not sure if he was going to kiss her or kick her ass.

“Alone? Like by yourself? It’s not safe!” He barks, anger storming his pretty blue eyes.

“I’ll be okay, hun. It’s okay. I’m doing this for me and for you.”

“How is this for me?” He thunders, stepping closer.

“Well, as long as I’m here your girlfriend will feel threatened. So, I mean.”

“Right. I’ll go get my stuff.” He chuckles as he turns away from her. She reaches out and grabs his arm.

“Herman Kozik. I’m going alone.” She nods confidently. He faces her, the anger replaced with fear. “I’m going alone.” She whispers, reaching for his face.

“Is it me? Was it the sex? Goddammit. I knew I pressured you. Fuck! I’m sorry!” He babbles, his hands finding her arms and pulling her against him.

“No sweet boy. It’s just time for me to figure out life. You did nothing wrong, sweetheart. I love you, Herman. You’re my best friend in the whole world. This is just something I need to do on my own.” She assures, testing her hands on his chest as it rose fell like crashing waves on a beach.

“And you’re sure?” He asks, pulling himself away from her.

“Yeah, I am. I promise it’ll be okay.”

“Nah, it’s all good.” He nods, popping her door open and waving her into the car.

“Can I-can I hug you?” She asks, reaching for him. Sucking in a sharp breath, he waves her to him.

“Christ, sweet girl.” He groans, gripping her impossibly tight to his chest. “Wait here, I got something for you.” Pushing her away from him, he jogs inside and grabs his sweatshirt, a long sleeved shirt, a tee shirt, and a pocket knife. Jogging back out, he hands her the wad of clothes and drops the knife on top. “It’s one of everything. Ya know, so you don’t forget me. I love you, Celeste. You’re my best friend. You’re sure you don’t want me to go?” He tried once more.

“I’m sure, sweet boy. I love you, H.” She whispers, pressing her lips so lightly to his. “It can’t be platonic if you-“ he smashes his lips to hers.

“Fuck your platonic.” He whispers, giving her a sweet smile and turning to head back to TM. Alex sprints to her wrapping her in a huge hug.

“I love you so much kid. Please please be careful.” He whispers, his eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“I love you too, Alex. Don’t worry, this guy taught me how to fight dirty. I’ll be okay. I’ll call every stop I make. Okay?” She whispers, swiping at his tears.

“Absolutely. I love you, kid. Now go before Kozik gets a second wind.” He chuckles, letting her climb in the car and shutting the door after her, his hand pressed to the glass.

“Bye!” She calls as she waves, pulling out of the parking lot. Kozik paced the bedroom they shared, not sure what to do. He’d never been without her. He supposed he was scared, for her and for himself. Grabbing his kutte and his bike keys, he heads to his bike.

“Kozik, where you headed?” Tig calls, trying to catch up.

“I just wanna make sure she gets out of town okay, I won’t follow her out of Charming, just let me do this. I need this.” He whispers, climbing on his bike and leaving the lot, following the path she took. His eyes landed on her red Honda and he followed her to the edge of Charming. But curiously enough, she stops at the Welcome to Charming’ sign. He watches as she climbs out and her eyes meet his, a hand landing sassily on her hip.

“H, I swear to God-“

“I’m not. Just wanted to watch you leave Charming.” He hushes, finding it near impossible to speak. His heart hurt so bad. His eyes avoided her figure and the general direction of her car.

“Jesus christ. You really are tore up about this. Why?” She asks, stepping closer.

“Because I’ve never been on my own. I’ve always had you. I had to take care of you. I’m scared of what could happen. A million scenarios played in my head the minute you drove out of that parking lot, I just wanted to make sure you got out of Charming safely.” He lied. He would follow her as far as she’d let him go.

“Awe, H. It’ll be good for us.” She hushes, tears filling her eyes when she sees the tears on his cheeks. “Please just go home. It’ll hurt less.” She whispers, reaching for his hand that gripped tightly to the handle.

“It hurts so bad right now.” He mutters, yanking her tightly against his chest, sobbing into her shoulder. “Sorry, I’m sorry Celeste. Whatever I did, I’m so sorry. I’ll take it back.” He gabs into her ear, holding steadfast to her.

“H, it’s not your fault. Listen to me, sweet boy, this isn’t your fault.” She assures.

“It has to be.” He murmurs, nuzzling her neck and gripping her shirt.

“I’ll be back, sweetheart.”

“Not soon enough.”

“Herman,”

“I know. Just give me another minute.” He whispers, tears falling again. She grips his kutte, soaking in as much love as he could give her. “I don’t wanna let go.” He mumbles, sniffling. “Please don’t leave.”

“Hey—-“

“Don’t say anything.” He begs, gripping her hand as she steps away from him. “I love you so much.” He whispers, wiping his face. She mouths ‘I love you’ to him as she grabs the door handle. Climbing into the car, she heads past the sign, breaking his heart once more. The tears fall down his cheeks until she’s out of sight. Kicking his bike to life, he heads to the ugly side of town to do some fighting. He to get her off his mind, his body ached physically and he was exhausted. He missed her so much.

A year away from home had been so good for her. She was in college, working nightly at a club. It was almost time to take a trip home though, when her phone rang.

“I’m sorry, Celeste.” It was a soft, weak whimper through the phone. Her heart chilled, goosebumps covering her body as she began to panic. It was Kozik, she would know that voice anywhere. He never answered her calls, ignored her when Tig tried to help.

“H?” She croaks.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers, she could hear the thickness in his throat, that he’d been crying.

“Herman? What’s going on?” She asks, tossing her apron in the bin and grabbing her keys off the hook. Her boss gave her a confused look, but she waved it off. ‘I gotta go’ she mouths as she runs out the door and starts her car. “Herman? Talk to me hun!” She shouts as she shifts onto the expressway.

“I’m so sorry. You’d hate me.” He whispers, sniffing.

“Herman, it’s gonna be okay. Listen to me! Can you call Tiggy?” She asks, shifting into first gear and jamming her foot to the floor.

“No, I wanna talk to you.” He whimpers.

“Okay hunny. You keep talking to me. Are you in danger?” She feels the tears prick at the corner of her eyes as she drives ninety for Charming.

“Maybe.”

“H! What’s going on?” She shouts.

“I started a bad habit.” He whispers.

“It’s okay. We’ll get through it. You know we can. I got you.” She assures, slot-racing through traffic.

“You left me.” Tears fall down her cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to abandon you. I’m so sorry. Sweet boy, hold on. I’m on the highway. Just hold on.” She coos.

“You’re coming home?” He asks, his voice so brokenly hopeful.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m coming home. Just for you, so hold on for me. Okay?” She cries.

“I’m so sorry Celeste. I shouldn’t have started this. I should’ve just left you alone. I just miss you, ya know?” He cries.

“Herman Kozik, I miss you too. I’m almost there, please hold on. What did you start?”

“Heroin.” He whines. She couldn’t breathe. Heroin killed her mother.

“Herman, you don’t stick that needle in your arm. You got me?” She shouts, fists hitting the steering wheel.

“I can’t.” He cries.

“Herman, hold on. I’m almost to the exit. Have you been hanging out at the clubhouse?” She asks, trying to make conversation.

“No, been too high.” He chuckles.

“Oh Herman, hunny. Don’t use that needle. Do you understand? I’m an hour away.” She informs, handing quaking with their grip on the steering wheel, white knuckles.

“I love you so much Celeste.” He whispers.

“No! Herman no! I love you too. Please just hold on!” She shouts, gripping the steering wheel willing the car to go faster. Shifting into the exit lane, she flies into Charming doing ninety-two miles per hour. “Herman, where are you?” She asks.

“Our old apartment.” He murmurs, the phone dropping and clattering to the floor. Flooring it for his place, she forgets about the cops in this town. She was leading a high speed chase through Charming to get the apartment. Clambering from the car, she sprints inside and up the stairs to the apartment. Kicking at the knob when she finds it locked, a few kicks and she’s into the apartment. He’s on the floor of the living room, arms flopped to the sides barely conscious.

“Oh hunny.” She whispers, grabbing him and hauling him against her.

“Celeste?” He asks, nodding in and out of consciousness.

“Yeah, I’m here sweet boy.” She whimpers, hugging him tightly and sobbing into his shoulder. Dragging him onto the couch, she pulls a blanket over him and slowly walks down the stairs to meet the officers. David Hale, a man she graduated with, Wayne Unser, and five more cops stand there, blue lights flashing.

Celeste gives an awkward wave, toes coming together in embarrassment.

“Celeste Trager?” David calls, shielding the blue lights from his eyes to see her better.

“Hi David!” She calls, voice quaking.

“Jesus Christ Starship! Did you call your brother?” Wayne yells, giving them a signal to shut their lights off as he walks towards her.

“No, I got a weird call from Herman. It was an impromptu trip.” She chuckles, giving Wayne and David a hug.

“Great, next time, call ahead. I have very officer out here wondering why the hell you’re about to get out of this. Kozik hit it again?” He asks, nodding up to the apartment.

“Yeah, how long?” She asks.

“Not sure, Mayans started running heroin maybe two months ago. You better call Tig. He’ll be pissed if you don’t.” Wayne pats her on the shoulder and heads back towards his car. David follows suit, but he hands her a small bag. Naxolone’ is what the label said.

“He doesn’t need it now, but if he overdoses, use it. Find a meaty part of his thigh, arm, or ass, and hit him with this. Use the whole thing.” He informs, pointing to the little vial in the kit.

“David-“

“It’s not a matter of if, dear. It’s a matter of when. Hopefully you’re with him.” He rests a hand on her shoulder before heading to his Jeep and leaving. Heading back up, she takes in the sight before her. The place was a disaster. Clothes, empty boxes, a random things strewn about. She spent five hours cleaning. Pulling out the drawer next to the sink, she found it didn’t open all the way. Digging her fingers to the back, it clicks, and releases the back of the drawer, exposing his collection of drugs. Bile rose in her throat and she ran for the toilet, losing what little she’d eaten into the bowl.

“Who’s here?” Herman shouts, jumping from the couch gun raised and pointed in her direction. Standing and flushing, she washes her face and steps out of the bathroom only to meet the end of his pistol, the cold metal pressed against her forehead. “What?” He asks, staring at her with wide eyes. He’d had this trippy dream before. “Not again. You’re not real.” His hands begin to quake and he drops the gun onto the little table, finding his way to the kitchen. Digging into the drawer, he finds his cache empty and he turns, his eyes taking in the clean apartment around him. Blinking a couple times, his eyes find her again and his breath hitches in throat.

“Hey pretty blue eyes.” She whispers, reaching carefully for him.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” He asks, backing against the counter.

“You called me.” She frowns, eyes searching his.

“I did not.” He hisses, scratching is chest.

“Yeah you did. I drove ninety all the way here. I haven’t even called my brother yet.” She argues, stamping her foot.

“Tell me why you’re here, other than I called you.”

“You kept saying sorry, it scared the shit out of me. When did you start doing heroin? Who got you hooked on it?” She fires, stepping into his personal space. He tried to step back once more but it didn’t work.

“I’m not.”

“Jesus christ Herman! Quit lying to me!” She shouts, grabbing his face in her hands.

“Leave me alone!” He cries, shoving her back against the table. Landing on the chair, it collapses under her weight and one of the legs breaks, sticking into her leg. She gives a shriek, grabbing her leg as blood starts to pool. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He whimpers, dropping to her side, grabbing at her face.

“Just call Tig.” She hisses, pushing him away from her, hurt that he’d shoved her. His heart broke, seeing her injured. He felt so bad, tears filling his eyes. “Call Tig!” She cries, grabbing at her leg. Grabbing her phone, he finds Tig, seeing the last call two days ago, he dials. He hadn’t called her once since she’d left.

“Hey, it’s Kozik.”

“You okay? What’s wrong bud?”

“I hurt Celeste. Tiggy there’s so much blood.” He cries, leaning against the wall as he racks with sobs.

“Kozik? Is this real?” He asks.

“Yes! Tig!” She shouts, making Kozik sob harder. A string of curses leaves his mouth as he instructs Kozik on what to do.

“I can’t Tig. I can’t get closer to her.” He whimpers shaking his head.

“Kozik! Don’t you give up now kid! You gotta be strong! Come on! She’s gonna die!” He shouts, Kozik’s eyes watching as she begins to pale from blood loss.

“Aw Tig, what did I do?” He cries, dropping the phone in the blood.

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Future Plot: Project Prometheus - Chapter 4 Part 2

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While Camille fell asleep in the Bath of Zeus, submerged in water, Jovana appear over a ledge, watching over Camille. Jovana did swear to protect Camille after all. Malina and Wish were also out at night, taking a walk as they having trouble sleeping. Sandra, who was also having trouble sleeping, decided to accompany the two. Ares, Celeste, and Mysteeri remained in the cabin.

Jovana took out her unknown silver stone and used the powers contained within it. As the stone glowed, her two .96 Gals floated in mid-air again and survey the area while ensuring protection. Jovana falls asleep while standing.

When Camille opens her eyes, she is now Princess Camilla Penthesilea. She is in Morpheus's dream realm again, reliving the lives of the Greek heroes.

She gets up finding herself being carried by Callie. The Hunt was traveling through a valley near Mount Olympus, heading to a destination that isn't Pimpleia. Emerald, Janine, Lee, and Morpheus were trailing behind.

"Morning, Cammy," Callie began before putting her down.

"Ugh... how long was I out, Mommy?" Camille asked.

"Not that long," Camille replied, "But you woke up just in time. Morpheus told us to reach the Bath of Zeus."

When they arrived at the Bath of Zeus, it's a lot different than it is today. There's a temple built over the water source in honor of the marriage of Zeus and Hera.

There, a faction was already there, waiting for their opponents; however, there was only one member in that faction: an adult inkling in a tunic and cloak, wielding a fennel stalk staff and an orb of blazing fire. He can be seen sitting on the steps of the temple. His ink hair is beige with the ends being that of ashes, his eyes are orange, and his skin is light but covered in ashes. There were ink stains on his tunic in the right abdominal area, looking like he was bleeding.

"Why hello there." The stranger began. He sounded welcoming until he saw Morpheus in among The Hunt. He looked confused."God of Dreams?"

Morpheus yawns, making another lamb's bah. "That's me." He gave a slight smile. "How are The Lightbringers, Prometheus?"

"I'm what's left of my faction," Prometheus replied, "Why are you with The Hunt?"

"I'm just their guide through the afterlife," Morpheus answered.

"I thought that was Hermes's job." Prometheus gets up and approaches Camille. "An Amazon?"

"Princess Camilla Penthesilea," Camille began, "And you are...?"

"My name is Prometheus, son of Iapetus the Forger of Mortality and of Asia Clymene the Oceanid." Prometheus bowed. "The blood of Uranus and Gaia flow through my veins."

"That makes you--" Camille remembered Iapetus, one of the 12 Titans that declared war on her home.

"--A Titan," Prometheus finished.

"Shouldn't you be more...... gigantic?" Emerald asked, having heard a few stories of the Greek Mythos when she was young. "And why take up the challenge of The Trials?"

"It's an interesting question I get from Mortals like you, Hyacinthus," Prometheus replied to Emerald, "Most second-generation Titans would be a lot shorter because one of our parents isn't a Titan. Then again, there was Cronus and Rhea, but that was entirely different."

"But why participate in the Trials?" Emerald repeated.

"The Judges of the Underworld have allowed me," Prometheus explained, "And despite my deity status, Zeus has exiled me and left me chained to a rock with his eagle feasting on my regenerating liver. That was until his son freed me, but in the end, I have nowhere to go and no way to return to the heavens."

"So you're taking up this chance to return to Olympus?" Janine guessed.

"You are absolutely correct, Atalanta." Prometheus smiled at the young Janine. "But meeting a new faction like yourselves, I've decided to help you all."

"Then who is going to be our opponents--?" Emerald asked before the opponent finally came.

A warrior charges in and pushes Prometheus into a temple wall. The warrior appeared with a head of a leopard, and her ensemble consists of a snake wrapped around her head, gold bracelets on their wrists, and a dress of faded ivy-green fabrics, fox skins, and fawn skins. She is armed with a thyrus and a ritual dagger. The warrior spoke with a woman's voice.

"So you guys must be our opponents!" The leopard-headed warrior began. "A bunch of heretics who do not share the in Dionysus!"

"Wha....?" Callie looked both confused and amazed at the warriors' entrance. "Who are you?"

"The name is Ino, a descendant of Queen Ino Leucothea of Thebes! This is my cult! " Ino whistles for her allies. Three of them stand by Ino's side as her close followers. "We are Maenads, the Wild-Fox Nurses of Dionysus!" She then notices Prometheus. "And let me guess, you're recruiting this stupid titan?"

Ino's allies were more leopard-headed warriors in similar attire. In addition, there were foxes, tigers, and cheetahs accompanying them.

"And... that's not good..." Callie now looked a bit nervous. Lee stood close to Callie, sharing a bit of that nervousness too.

Camille wasn't afraid of the Maenads for she has already seen someone with a feline head before, Sandra's Lion-headed form. And despite having just met Prometheus, she can tell Ino and the Maenads are the opponents for today.

"I ain't afraid of you guys," Camille stated, "You think a bunch of women wearing cat heads is gonna scare me? You're all patoots, ya hear me."

"Camille, I don't think..." Emerald looked concerned.

"What? They really are patoots like Agamemnon and the Unbowed if they're going to make an entrance like that," Camille added, "What a bunch of show-offs, worshipping this god of theirs."

The Maenads gasps and their animal companions hiss and growl at Camille. Lee, Callie, and Janine looked at Camille in slight disapproval. Prometheus and Morpheus should've warned Camille about the Maenads and how they can get easily offended.

"What did you say, you little pipsqueak?" Ino asked in a pitchy hostile tone.

When Ino removes her leopard-headed hood, she is revealed to be a beautiful woman with yellow kelp hair and pale skin. Her eyes were nothing but pure yellow and her lips were as dark as the decay of plants. There is a live snake wrapped around her head like a bandana. She had the most psychopathic look on her face with the iris in her eye being shrunk while her smile is filled with joy. This look is directed towards Camille.

"Do you know who you're talking too?" Ino rambled. "We are the wildly vibes of the party, the frenzies of all cults, and the most devout to the gods, especially to Dionysus! Yet, you call us show offs?!?! I'll have your girdle as a trophy, Amazon!!! In fact, I'll strangle you with that girdle!!"

Prometheus steps closer to Camille and whispers into her ear. "You shouldn't have done that, Camilla. The Maenads takes every criticism and smack as an offense, and they their reactions are very extreme. Orpheus rejected them, and he got shredded to pieces. His head was then jammed into his own harp before being thrown into the ocean."

"Whoops.... well, too late." Camille sighs deeply. She knew she'll regret what she said, but there was no time for that.

"What are ya whispering, titan? More smack about us!?" Ino fumed. "Just wait until you see the Maenads beat ya guys in the Trial of Races!"

"Tisk, tisk, tisk, Princess Camilla, you mock the Maenads before a battle?" Aeacus voice drew attention, having both Prometheus, the Maenads, and the Hunt look up at the stars. "I bless you good luck then. These ladies will now do what they can to bring you down even to the point of putting you to rest, denying you your path to ascension."

"The object and rules of The Trial of Races is like any other race," Rhadamanthus' voice explained, "You shall start your race from here to the location we've chosen for you. You can complete the race in three ways: by foot, by chariot, or a mix between the two. Like the Trial of Battles, you will have teams representing your faction, and you and take out each member and exile them for a time. However, if you take the whole faction out of the race, you'll win immediately."

"Meaning no respawns..." Lee analyzed.

"Exactly, Orion," Minos replied to Lee.

"Unlike the Trials of Battle, you do have teams representing your faction, but only three will be participating," Minos' voice added. "And no companions will be allowed by your side. That means your animal companions, Ino!"

"Oh up yours!" Ino rudely reacted.

"What was that, Ino? Do we have to go over this the fifth time?" Aeacus questioned.

"Let's just get the race started!" Ino hasted.

Temple doors open and a 12 bronze automatons push out six chariots for both the Hunt and the Maenads. Ino and two other Maenads hop into three of those chariots. The Hunt would have to decide among themselves on who should represent their faction.

"Camille, you're obviously gonna have to take part in this race," Morpheus noted, "You need two more to participate by your side."

"Who said I'll be leading?" Camille raised an eyebrow. "I'll just have Mommy and Daddy help out again--"

" Sweetie, I think we need everyone to be a team player here," Callie insisted.

"And I know the one that might offer your help," Prometheus suggests, "Your friend Hyacinthus." He looked at Emerald.

Emerald looked confident to join Camille in this Trial. She armed herself with a sling, a bag of smooth rocks, a set of daggers, and a short sword. Camille nods, allowing Emerald to participate. Emerald gets in one of the three chariots for the Hunt.

Soon there was a bit of chattering. Icarus the flying squirrel flies up to Camille and lands on Prometheus' shoulder. Icarus is dressed in a small green feathered cape and a small leather belt with a scabbard. He is armed with a thing short sword the size of a knitting needle.

Icarus blinks, looking at Camille with a chivalrous look on his face.

"Awww... you look so adorable in that cape!" Callie complimented. "Camille, deary, let him join!"

"It won't hurt to just mix up the teams," Janine reasoned

"Wait, wait, wait, those Judges said we have to reach the finish-line either by foot or by chariot," Camille pointed out, "Icarus can't fly and even if he can run or scurry or whatever, he'll end up exhausted."

Aeacus, Rhadamanthus, and Minos can be heard muttering.

"No rule against flying," Aeacus concluded.

"See, they're allowing Icarus to join." Janine smiled. "Let's show those Maenads!"

"Oh... oh alright." Camille folds her arms, smirks and shakes her head at Icarus. "I got your back, Icarus, okay?"

Icarus nods and glides off flying over Emerald's chariot. Camille gets on one of her chariots and prepares a battle-ax, a shield, a bow and arrows, and a handmade brush. This handmade brush is made of her bronze spear and a few cloths doused in ink. Some jars of ink were secured in her chariot just in case.

"Strange weapon you got there, Camilla." Minos is pointing out Camille's handmade brush. "Then again, Hephaestus would be giving his blessing to you for such craftsmanship."

Camille, Emerald, and Icarus prepare at the starting line with Ino and her two allies. A bronze automaton runs over with two flags, one green and one orange.

"You all might want to not flip out about what's gonna happen next," Prometheus warned.

"Why?" Lee wondered.

The Hunt and the Maenads started turning to dust and disappear. It was only Camille, Emerald, Icarus, Ino, and two of Ino's allies. Only Emerald was a bit shocked.

"They're now at the destination," Rhadamanthus explained.

"What is our destination?" Camille questioned.

"The Necromanteion in the city of Ephyra," Aeacus answered, "Make your way to the West and reach the other end of Greece! Now ready... set... go!"

The chariots started moving, the horse pulled with all their strength while the wheels were turning. Icarus just continues gliding, following Camille's and Emerald's chariot. Ino gave Camille a throat-slash gesture, threatening to kill her in this race. It doesn't bother Camille as she knew this is just a dream and that she won't literally die. Also, she has Morpheus at her side, and he is making sure she fulfills the completion of all the Trials.

So far, the racers reached 5 miles, and Ino was about to take action in attacking Camille by ramming her own chariot with Camille's. Ino's two allies dealt with Emerald, making sure that Emerald doesn't intervene and rescue Camille.

"Hey!" Camille reacted. "Watch it, leopard-head!" Camille took out her battle-ax.

"Make me, Amazon!" Ino responded rudely. She rams her chariot into Camille's, attempting to leads her into a chariot accident.

Camille and Ino butt-heads and growled at each other but they had to split up to avoid a collision with some rocks. Ino has a wild sand cat by the scruff and she throws it at Camille's face.

"Ahh!! What the hey-hey!!" Camille shook the wildcat off and continued manning the chariot. She has a few cuts, but they were nothing to her. "Really funny. Watch 'til ya see this!" Camille goes ahead of Ino and makes a turn.

This stops Ino's chariot horse and they stumble. Ino falls off her chariot.

"Oh, I'll get you for this--!!" Ino splats before she can finish her reaction.

"Eliminated. Two more of Maenads to go," Minos reported.

"And with the leader gone, it makes this whole trial too easily," Rhadamanthus commented, "Atalanta should've been in your team. That way they would’ve surrender easily."

Camille continues the race with Icarus and Emerald by her side. Two of Ino's Maenads are behind them with slings and bows ready. Icarus does a u-turn and gives Camille and Emerald time to take the opposition down by distracting that them.

Camille and Emerald look at each other and smile. They decrease their speed so that they can surround their opposition on both sides. Emerald uses her sling and threw her daggers on one side while Camille relied on her hand-made brush on the other sides. Camille knocked one of the Maenads off their chariots with the brush, leaving one Maenad left in this race.

The flying squirrel, Icarus, has his knitting needle-sized short sword in his mouth and he gets into the Maenad's face to distract her. With the Maenad's chariot making a twisting motion because of Icarus' distraction, Camille prepared her spear and Emerald prepared one more throwing dagger.

Emerald threw her dagger with precision to make the Maenad let go of her chariot ropes.

Camille rode her chariot ahead of the Maenads, turned her body to face the opponent, and throw the spear at her. That spear hits the Maenad and she is thrown off her chariot, causing her to splat.

"And it is done!" Aeacus declared.

Camille, Emerald, and Icarus immediately arrive in the city of Ephyra and a temple of bone-colored marble can be seen built into a quarry-like trench. Three rivers pass through this city and ended at that temple, and they were one of the many rivers next to Styx that connects to the Underworld. This temple is The Necromanteion.

Callie, Lee, Janine, Prometheus, and Morpheus were there along with Ino and the Maenads. Ino and her two allies look even more hostile and pissed since they lost to the Hunt.

When Camille, Emerald, and Icarus stop at the entrance of the city. Camille and Emerald get off their chariots, and Icarus lands on Camille's shoulder.

"In the name of Olympus!" Camille and Emerald triumphantly chanted. Icarus copied them, his words were all chattering and squeaks.

"The Maenads will get you for this!" Ino threatened. She then leaves with her faction while the Judges of the Underworld continue.

"The Hunt's Trials of Race is now complete," Minos declared, "Their next trial is the Trial of the Slayers. Where it will take placeis up to the stars."

"As for the Maenads, they must continue their Trial of Races," Aeacus added.

"Continue forth, The Hunt," Rhadamanthus commanded.

Camille and the Hunt encamp away from The Necromanteion by the advice of Prometheus. He warned that it's dangerous to be near a gate to the underworld. They already had dinner that night, and Camille had to look up at the sky again. Prometheus is there to accompany her.

"You did quite well there, Princess." Prometheus was examining the brush Camille made. "And I must agree with the Judges. Hephaestus would be proud of this. This is beyond a mortals technology."

"Yeah, it is." Camille is too busy looking at the sky with her sea glass spectacles.

Two constellations are now detected in the night sky: Hydra and Sea Serpent and Cancer the Crab. Hydra's brightest star, Alpha Hydrae (Alphard), and Cancer's brightest star, Beta Cancri (Al Tarf), both pointed south to a place called Lerna.

"Lerna," Camille stated.

"That's south of Mycenae. We should take the time to practice while on the way to that city," Prometheus advised, "Your faction doesn't know every other opponent faction roaming around the Classical World."

Camille looks at the second-generation titan with annoyance. "You sure take these trials seriously, what's the deal?"

"It may seem like a game to you, but in the end, we find something interesting," Prometheus lectured, "Like finding out something about the other descendants of the Primordials."

Camille hasn't paid attention to Hephaestus' lesson about the Primordials and the other descendants. She looked at with with an eyebrow raised.

"Don't you have something important to do than just meeting with your parents?" Prometheus asked. He somehow knew that Lee and Callie were personifying Orion and Merope. "I know they're being held hostage by Moros, but he would just keep them in a cage forever."

Camille gave him her full attention.

"How do you know...?" Camille gave a suspicious look. She then felt a sudden sense of fatigue that just came to her in seconds.

"Don't bother with personifying as the Amazon Princess that chose you, Titan-Slayer." Prometheus shows orange fiery eyes. "I know who you are behind that persona."

Soon, Camille collapses to the ground and closes her eyes. She is now leaving Morpheus' Dream realm and returning to where she was sleeping: the Bath of Zeus.

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