Scion - Part 3
Ares leaned back on his chair, his face becoming serious. "I think it's time we had a little talk."
"Oh yeah?" said Cam, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "The last time we met, you told me that the reason why those wolfspawn had attacked and killed my friends was because of me. I was just twelve years old, I'd just seen my best friends brutally torn apart and I was still in shock. You dumped a crap load of blame on me, convincing me that it was my fault they were dead. Do you have any idea what that did to me?"
Folding his arms, Ares fixed his son with a hard and calculating look. "Wolfspawn are attracted to the divine essence given off by Scions and they're used by the enemies of the Gods to track down and eliminate Scions who haven't yet come into their powers. Those wolfspawn were hunting you, so what I said was true. If it wasn't for you, those four people would still be alive today."
Orin suddenly felt a shiver, causing him to back away from the table invo
MegaVolt - Intro
The gunman paced down the aisle keeping a wary eye on the small collection of passengers. His finger was tight on the trigger of the sub-machine gun he was wielding, its muzzle pointing at each of the passengers in turn. A college whose nose had been buried in a textbook, her ears plugged with earphones when the men had boarded the train. There was a pregnant woman who looked ready to pop, he hoped wouldn't go into a labour while they were there. A construction worker that looked eager for a fight, he'd bet his considerable cut from this job that he would try something at some point. In the corner at the back with his hands on his head and ducking behind one of the seats was a young burgundy-haired Hispanic boy, probably twelve or thirteen. Bet he was wishing he hadn't skipped school today. Sitting on the back seat on the other side of the bus and clutching his recently broken nose was an older Hispanic teenager with what he recognised as gang tattoos for Los Diablos, a street gang wit