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Victims of the Bond

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Anthony Jeremy White [97] "Just...let me sleep, okay? Unless you've got some steak....."
Aeron Diane Smith [75] "Always face it with a smile!"
Katherine Amelia Jones [57] "You are just going to have to trust me"
Chris Flynn [54] "My pain, my mistakes, they define me."
Jaime [54] I may have grown up homeless but I am far from unfortunate.
Meredith Mackenzie [42] "Being bonded to someone for the rest of your life? Like that's going to happen!"
Andrew Harolds [35] "Will I like it? Who knows. But I sure will deal with it."
Lewis Hartley [35] "Bound to someone? Me? I don't think so."
Lennon Price [30] "I don't want to be Bound to someone. They're just extra baggage to carry around."
Phoebe Cadwell [10] "Well I, for one, am looking foward to this."

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JAMIE SOUTHSIDE



Now this one has potential, much more interesting then the others. Jamie thought with a small smile as the chosen of Apollo introduced herself. Meredith, nice name.

Her appeal was sealed in the Beserker's mind however when she replied that she could also use a real drink. And when the woman derided the situation earned Meredith bonus points in Jamie's mind. Suddenly this bonded thing didn't seem so bad in his mind. Ares being the eternal jester the Vice President of the Southside Demons Motorcycle Club knew he'd just as likely end up with that mouse of woman handing out the name tags.

Hmm..now there is an idea. Teach ya to ignore me skreb. Ares spoke with laughter tinging his speech.

Just try it Ares but remember even a God can die. The scarred and tattoed street fighter answered the mental equivalent of dropping the gauntlet.

And that is why I love ya, you got the balls to challenge the God of War himself.

His conversation with the chosen of Apollo ended however as the summons to some sort of dinner was announced. At that Jamie's newest companion's stomach growled, a feeling he could sympathize with. One did not get to become the Berserker's size without learning the value of a square meal.

" Sure sounds like a date." He replied to Meredith's question with a decisive nod that spoke volumes to those that knew him. The bitch that was Lady Fortuna could rope him into a bond but his life was his own in the end. Filing into the dining room with the others he took a seat at the far end of the table, pulling out a chair for Meredith as he did.

Piling a plate with a lot of everything he dug around the inner pockets of his leather jacket and withdrew a silver flask engraved with his MC's crest. Opening it he poured a few drops onto the floor, whispering a prayer for the fallen. Then he took a sip and placed it by his table indicating Meredith was free to take a sip herself.

" Russian Vodka, Pyatizvyozdnaya. Nothing but the best for a Southside Demon. "

Eating with deft but quick bets he scanned the room taking it all in. All the theories about the table decorations and its link to their current situation. He also found himself agreeing with the chosen of Athena and his speech about being the real masters of their fate.

You listening skreb, ya still free. A bond is hardly the steel bars of a cage.

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Chris continued to stuff his face when the gothic looking chick, Hades pick of course, started shooting out insults at him. 'What did I do?' He thought to himself. 'Do you need a list?' The voice of the almighty Zeus thundered in his mind. 'Dammnit Zeusy! You know I hate that telepathic BS!' Chris shouted in his mind. He's a little uncomfortable with him being in his deepest thoughts, a feeling that Zeus most likely shares. 'You say that like I should care. I'm just checking in. Making sure you haven't sullied my name too much.' Zeus stated. 'No more than usual. Now please get out of my head! Or else you're gonna see some shit. Do you really want to see what I filter?' Zeus didn't give a reply.

Now onto the matter at hand. Chris got up from his chair, and relocated next to Hades' pick. And now the games begin. "What's the matter Doom N' Gloom? Jealous? Not gettin' enough attention from the big dog?" he asked with a sly grin. "Don't like me much huh? Oh! And look at that you're Hades pick as well. Ain't that something. Hades' pick doesn't like Zeus'. That's very stereotypical of you." He smirked. "Tell me, are you just as obvious? Do you like bad poetry, and heavy metal too? Do you just feel no one understands you, and all that angsty junk?" He said with a chuckle.

His attention then turned to the newest arrival, Hermes' pick. And what a fine pick she was. "Hi Aeron." He calmly, and suavely answered with a charming grin. "I'm Chris, and the pleasures all mine my dear." He then gently took her right hand, and gave it a gentle kiss, all while he kept one eye on Lennon's face, watching for her reaction, and gave her a small wink. That little show was all to annoy her. He then leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile. He looked over at Lennon, a look that almost dared her to do something.

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Lennon


Lennon's eye started twitching in the middle of Chris's speech. There was no way she was going to let on how much he hit home. Was she really a stereotype? Thinking about, she realized that she was a match for everything people thought of about the goth and punk lifestyle.

Another girl came in and introduced herself as Aeron. She rolled her eyes at Chris's greeting to her. He sat back down and gave her look that just pissed her off. ”Barf. At least I'm comfortable in my own skin and don't have to seek the approval of others in order to feel good about myself. Flirting with women just to get validated by their attention is just sad.” She had no idea if she was anywhere close to hitting the mark, but she hoped she was at least in the ballpark. She's known quite a few guys like this before, and that's how it always was with them.

'Hades, your brother's Chosen is ticking me off,' she thought, knowing full well he wouldn't answer.

She realized that she was probably making a scene, but didn't really care. She did feel for Aeron coming when she did, though. The girl probably did not expect to be walking into this.

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Meredith Mackenzie


Meredith had to stop herself from staring at just how much Ares's chosen had piled on his plate, she had a healthy appetite but doubted she would manage half of what he had in front of him. She had some idea of how he had gotten to be so big and how he stayed that way. Not that she was complaining, he had very nice biceps, but it also occurred to her that if he really wanted to he could flatten her without much effort. Yet surprisingly given his size and intimidating appearance she found herself feeling oddly safe around him probably because she knew he could take on anything that happened to be threatening her. She already liked the way he looked but when he pulled a chair out for her he rose in her estimation. A guy with manners was not easy to find nowadays.

She piled a her plate with food and although small compared to the giants next to her it was large in comparison with what most people Meredith knew ate. But then she had always needed to eat a lot, a downside of her 'gifts' from Apollo, she had long ago stopped worrying whether others thought she was greedy or piggish and so she simply focussed on enjoying the food. She had to admit it was good, whoever had organised this had spared no expense and Meredith couldn't remember the last time she had eaten so well. In between bites she watched as Jaime took out a hip flask and poured out a few drops on the floor before taking a sip, he then placed it on the table and invited her to have some.

Meredith drank quite often, as with her higher metabolism she could drink more often and in larger quantities than most people as her body quickly burned up the alcohol. Due to this she had gotten used to having either a glass of wine with her dinner or a bottle of fruit cider. She didn't often drink vodka but she knew the good stuff when she heard it. She lifted the hip flask and took a sip appreciating the pure flavour and burn as it slid down her throat.

"That's good." She said appreciatively before taking another sip.

She observed the others as she ate and saw a few were talking with each other and some were not. She noticed the goth looking girl looking particularly pissed off, the blonde guy had started talking to her and clearly he wasn't welcome. She didn't blame the girl and smiled at her sympathetically before turning back to Jaime.

"So what do you reckon they'll get us all doing? I mean, are we gonna have to hold hands and have them tied together or something? God I hope not, being bonded sounds bad enough but actually being tied together?" She shuddered in disgust at the idea. Then she grinned. "Though depending who you're tied with it could be fun." She said wickedly.

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Phoebe Cadwell


Phoebe was underneath a car when Hephaestus suddenly appeared beside her. ”Hello, miss Cadwell,” came his rough, booming voice.

It startled Phoebe so much that she jerked and banged her head on the car. She had put her hand to her forehead and felt it a goose-egg. ”Shoot. You scared the heck out of me. You've got some bad timing, my friend.”

He pretended he didn't know what happened. ”Guess what, Sugar Tits, tonight is the Bonding ceremony. So you better get your ass in gear and head over there.”

Still rubbing her sore head, she looked over at him and said, ”You couldn't have given me more notice?”

Again, he pretended like she didn't speak. ”It's starting soon. At the coffee shop on 22nd Main Street. You'd better start getting ready unless you want to go looking like a grease monkey.” At that, he was gone.

Sighing, she slid out from underneath the car. Heading toward the back of the shop, she called out, ”Got somewhere to go Uncle Vick. Be back later.” All she got was a grunt in response, not that she expected in different.

In the back of the shop was an apartment-like room where her uncle used to live, and gave to her when she came to work for him. It was basically a bedroom with a full bathroom. She shed her clothes and hopped in the shower to wash off the grease that she was practically covered in. Afterward, she finished getting ready, and put on a fancy blue dress that was way too formal for a coffee shop. Not that she cared.

It didn't take long for her to get to the coffee shop, she only lived a few blocks away,but she was still going to be late. She practically sprinted inside, almost knocking over the receptionist. ”Oh, I'm so sorry!” she said.

The receptionist looked flustered, but smiled. ”It's alright, the party is that way.” She started walking away, and led Phoebe into the dining room.

She was the last to arrive. Of course. She walked over to the table and smiled. ”Hi everyone. I'm Phoebe. Phoebe Cadwell. I'm so happy to be here.”

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Kat Jones

As the last one introduced herself a sinking feeling hit with Kat, this was it. They had no one else to wait for. The time was very close. She began looking around wildly trying to figure out who she was going to be bonded too.

”Quit freaking out Kat. It's time. Take a deep breath and it will all be over.” She wasn't entirely sure if it was in her head or out loud, but it was Dionysus's voice. Kat obeyed, breathing in slowly and deeply. When she opened her eyes she was surprised.

There was blackness. Total dark. She couldn't see anything. Kat was very frightened, she had never really liked the dark. She called out, but she realized she couldn't hear anyone else around her. Was she suddenly alone? Then there was a eerie red glow. It started slow, like an ember until it was so bright she couldn't take it. She raised her hand to cover her eyes but realized she couldn't, something was keeping her hand back. She looked down, a red cuff around her right wrist. When she pulled, it was like she was tied to a wall, it wouldn't budge.

Then all at once reality came back in a fade. The red light slowly left, leaving Kat back in the dining room, but the table and food was gone. She was standing. She tried to shake away the confusion, she felt like she had been hit in the head, her vision was blurry and slowly coming back to her. She looked down at her hand.

Was that the bond?
Was it over?
Her right hand was crossed over another very strong looking hand. Their wrists tied together with a red satin ribbon. It was glowing, but slowly fading out. As the light coming from the tie dissipated so did the string all together until it was just her hand lying on top of another.

That was it. She was Bonded. Kat panicked, working up her courage to look up from their hands. Finally she slowly raised her head to meet Chris' face. Her legs felt weak and she tried her best not to stumble into the prodigy of Zeus.

Her prodigy of Zeus. They were Bonded. But what did that mean? She barely knew how to make full sentences around this guy, how was she supposed to spend the rest of her life time being connected to him.

“Um...hi,” She said very lamely. She felt it though, the effects of the ceremony. She didn't know why but she felt a...draw to him. She realized her hand was still on his and wasn't sure what to do with it. She left it for now, afraid of moving, she still felt weak and her knees were wobbly.

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JAMIE SOUTHSIDE


Hmm not bad O God of War. Jamie thought with a humorous tone as he watched Meredith take an appreciative sip of the Pyatizvyozdnaya he preferred above all other booze out there. Now this was a woman he wouldn't mind being bonded to.

Nah think I'm going to stick ya with Hades chosen.

Jamie took a look at the goth girl embroiled in a heated conversation with the chosen of Zeus and decided that Ares had to be messing with him.

Come on I'm sure she's right up your alley. The scars and tattoos I'll bet she'll eat that right up.

I'd sooner date the neko freak. The Beserker replied with disdain colouring his mental speech. Taking a look at said Neko freak Jamie did decide it'd be a kinder fate then living dead girl. At least the cat looked low maintenance. Truth be told though he was hoping Ares would match him with Meredith. Any girl that could take a shot of Pyatizvyozdnaya like she could was worth dating.

What's it worth to ya Jamie boy?

How about I'll listen to your next bit of advice.

Tempting, very tempting skreb.

" I doubt the gods are into the kinky stuff, I mean look at this lame dinner. No strippers, music, or even good vodka." Jamie replied to Meredith's question if the bonding would involve an actual binding with a dersive laugh. His right hand indicating all and sundry. He was also half tempted to drink another swig from his flask but didn't. Mainly because he had to be sober enough to ride his Harley Davidson Fatboy out of this little meeting.

" Though one can always hope." He answered Meredith's wicked smile with one of his own. The Vice President of the Southside Demons Motorcycle Club was really beginning to like the way the evening was shaping up. True the others weren't to his taste but the scarred and tattoed street fighter was liking what he saw in Apollo's chosen.

Tell ya what, if you are a very nice skreb I'll think about it.

Jamie Delmont Southside wanted to tell the Ares his standard go fuck yourself reply but suddenly everything was darkness. Not the darkness of an unlit room or a starless night. But the darkness only a man born blind might know.

In this place the normally carefree chosen of Ares felt the slightest concern over his fate. For all his senses felt severed from his mind. Sight, sound, touch, taste they were gone. The body he kept in peak shape felt gone.

But even as the Berserker felt his concern rising sight returned at least along with touch. Looking down at his hand where he felt pressure around his right wrist. A fragile looking red ribbon was tied around it. Wanting a closer look at it Jamie tried to lift his hand and failed. And here the Harley riding Southside Demon felt the greatest concern of his life. For his strength had always proven greater then anything thrown against him.

Then normality of everyday life returned. The dinning room of earlier only devoid of the feast. And the Vice President of the Southside Demons MC was standing tied hand and hand to Meredith. His dark silver eyes looking into hers. The chosen of war and the chosen of dawn were bonded.

I believe I'm owed some thanks.

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Lewis Hartley

Downing the rest of his drink and throwing the apple core in the glass Lewis nodded the best greeting he could to what was apparently the final missing piece to this strange spectacle and once again found himself spacing out, this time at nothing in particular as he played with his string of his hoodie.

So when’s this thing starting? He wondered rubbing his eyes.

Why it already has darling. The sultry voice chimed in.

Opening his eyes was hardly an accomplishment. The room was completely dark and as he went to turn something jerked his arm. ”The hell?” Looking closer a bright red ribbon was tied around his wrist and unless he grew another hand he was tied to another. Subconsciously tilting his head he followed the arm up to the face and with the everything returning met Lennon’s.

Looking back around he noticed everything coming back into place except for the food. Where did they go? he wondered and if anywhere how long were they gone? This a very strange experience for him and he wasn’t too sure how to react. There was a strange sensation about the whole thing that he could feel surge through him. It was entirely uncomfortable. This was not a feeling he knew, it was completely foreign. What am I feeling? I don't like it.

You'll get used to it...maybe. Doll I can't tell you everything, I want to see how this plays out.

As helpful as always Aphrodite. Turning back to Lennon, the red ribbon slowly vanishing, shrugged “I guess this means we’re bonded.”

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The next few minutes happened in a blur. Aeron supposed that's what she got for being late. She walked in to a fight between Hades and Zeus' chosen, in which she was given a very charming kiss on the hand (one she would have found more charming if it was not being done purely to annoy the goth girl in the first place.)

Then another girl walked in, Hephaestus. As she introduced herself everything got strange.

”Ready for a wild ride kid?” Hermes voice asked. Suddenly the room went dark, there was a bright red glow. She wasn't afraid, she trusted Hermes, they had always had a good connection.

As the glow disappeared she noticed she was back in the dining room. They all were. Her hand tied to another. The ribbon faded leaving only their hands and she looked up into the yellow eyes of Anthony. The boy hadn't even spoken to her but she already felt something strange. Was this the power of the bond?

“Hi!” She gave him a bright smile. “So we are bonded huh? It's nice to meet you.”

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The Chosen of Hephaestus stepped into the room, introducing herself as Phoebe. Wearing a blue dress that would fit into any formal dinner party, she seemed much more confident than he had been. At least he had said something. A thought struck him, causing a feeling of dread to settle in his stomach. With each passing moment it grew, becoming an effort to keep himself outwardly calm.

No no no no no no no, Athena!

Calm down, Andrew. You will be fine. Just different.

Closing his eyes, Andrew slowly began hyperventilating. Why had he ever agreed to the bond? Sure the powers that had come with it had been helpful, but he should have seen this coming. There had to be a way to back out. There had to be!

Warmth began to seep through his skin, and he flung open his eyes. A void greeted him, bereft of sensory perception except for the heat and a red light that came from everywhere and nowhere. The heat flared, searing his skin. Pain swept through his body as he struggled helplessly against the Bond. He. Would. Not. Go! As quickly as it had come, the darkness faded away. Blinded by the light coming from the lamps, it took him a few moments to adjust. Realizing his hand was resting on something he looked down and then back up.

His hand rested on Adriana's, tied to it by a red ribbon. He tried to pull away, but it would not move. The ribbon dissipated, but he did not move. Could not move. The dread that had filled him earlier was replaced by shock. In the back of his mind was a little space that had not been there before, filled with Adraina's presence. If he walked across New York he could have pointed straight to her.

Trust in her, Andrew. But trust in yourself. Remember the words you said. Your destiny is your own. I shall support you, whatever your choice, Athena spoke into his mind.

Looking into her azure eyes, he let go of his earlier shock. Slowly, but he let go. Still too unsure to move his hand, he simply said, "I guess we're bonded then..."

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Chris was about to reply to Lennon's comment about him seeking approval from others. It was probably going to be something snappy, semi-clever, and borderline sexual harassment. But his vision began to fade, darkness enveloped everything. "The hell? Zeusy, you doin this?" Chris asked, and of course there was no answer, at least not right away. "It is done." Zeus' thunderous voice bellowed. "Done?! What?! That's it?! Dammnit Zeusy! Showmanship! Turning out the lights ain't good enough!" Chris yelled out in frustration. He then felt something tugging on his left wrist, he looked down to see a red cuff on it. Then a brilliant red light flashed, it surrounded him and suddenly he was back in the dining room.

He was a little shaken up, who wouldn't be? He looked down at his wrist, and saw he was holding hands with someone. His eyes were transfixed on the ribbon that tied the hands together. Then the ribbon disappeared. He finally snapped back into reality, having processed what happened. He looked up from the pale, and slender hand to meet eyes with his bond mate, Kat. Odd pairing to be sure, but admittedly it wasn't that bad. It's not like they've been at each others throats like him and Hades chosen. But still, she's pretty awkward, and shy compared to himself.

She was the first to break the awkward silence between them with a nervous hi. He just noticed that she was shaking. 'Why is she nervous?' He thought. He gave her a reassuring smile, one that said that everything's ok. He looked back down at their still intertwined hands. "Soooooo, does this count as first base?" Chris smirked, hoping a slight joke might lighten up the mood. "So Kitten, we're bonded huh? I'm probably not your first choice huh?" He looked at her, and noticed she was somewhat weak. "Here, sit down." Chris said as he pulled her chair out, and guided her to set down. He took the seat next to hers, and let go of her hand. "Well, now that we're.....um.....partners I guess me should get to know each other huh?" Chris was a little nervous about her knowing about his past, but he hid it with a comforting smile. Hopefully he can give her some half-truths, and she wouldn't read too deep into it.

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"Soooooo, does this count as first base?" Kat laughed so hard she snorted a little and turned bright red. But the joke did it's what it intended and calmed her down a little.


"So Kitten, we're bonded huh? I'm probably not your first choice huh?" Chris said. Kat shook her head violently in protest.

”No no! Don't say that!” She protested.

"Here, sit down." Kat let herself be lead to a chair. He sat down next to her, removing his hand. She kind of missed it's warm, strong presence. She shook her head a little still trying to clear it after all the madness. He was being incredibly kind. She was touched that he was taking the time to care for her when he could just as easily walk out the door after the ceremony.
"Well, now that we're.....um.....partners I guess me should get to know each other huh?" Chris gave a nice comforting smile that instantly put Kat more at ease. She decided she was going to talk her way around her mother and her powers. It wasn't that she was embarrassed of her mom, it was just a sensitive subject. No one in her life knew about it other than her dad and Anthony. And even Anthony had never met her mom.

”That's probably a good idea,” she confirmed. ”The first thing you should know...well you probably already do...I'm not great at talking to people. Especially attractive people.” Her eyes widened in horror at what she just said. ”Not that I think you are attractive...not that I think that your not...” She threw her face in her hands.

”Let me start over. I'm Kat. I live with my dad, he works a lot so I don't see him much. I'm still in high school, I graduate in the spring. No job right now, so I'm free a lot. Which is good! I think... anyway. What about you?”

'Nailed it..' she thought sarcastically.

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Meredith was just taking a mouthful of food when someone decided to turn out the lights, she nearly choked on her food in surprise and had to spend a moment coughing to clear her throat. When she had recovered she looked around and saw that doing so got her nowehere as everything around her was in darkness. She also couldn't tell if she was alone or surrounded by the other chosen and being unexpectedly thrown into pitch darkness was not pleasant. She scowled, not caring if no one could see it, and though Apollo never answered her when she tried contacting him she tried anyway.

"Is this your idea of a joke Apollo? Because I have to say it's not funny."

Unsurprisingly there was no reply and Meredith was just about to open her mouth and shout to see if she was truly alone, when she noticed a red light in the distance. As she stared at it the light grew brighter and brighter until it was blinding. It was also warm, too warm, the heat akin to scalding for a few moments and Meredith yelped and tried moving to get away from the heat and light but found she couldn't move. Panic began to set in then and she struggled harder, all the while cursing the sun god and the situation in general.

Just when she thought she could take no more the heat and light faded and the room began to come back into focus and she could now see other people standing around her. Oddly the table and chairs had gone and she saw everyone looking down at their hands and each other with a confused expression. With a feeling of inevitability she looked down at her hand, where she felt an odd tingling sensation. Attached to her hand was a bright red ribbon and as she looked at it she felt it jerk slightly as though someone had pulled on it. She realised then that it was the bonding, it had happened, whoever was on the other end of the ribbon was the one the gods had decided she was to be attached to for the rest of her life.

She felt panic begin to return, how was supposed to deal with this? Being bonded with a complete stranger for the rest of her life? What if they hated each other? she hadn't been told what this bond actually meant, other than being attached to someone for life, and she had no idea if it would affect her god given gifts, or had new abilities or worse new side effects. There was just so much she didn't know, starting with who was at the other end of the ribbon. She didn't want to look, didn't want to find out beacuse then she would have to admit that the whole situation was real.

But Meredith believed in facing your fears and so she braced herself to look up, just as she was about to look up she saw the ribbon vanish from her hand and that instead another hand encircled her own. A very large, very male looking hand. She looked up then, straight into the eyes of the chosen of Ares. She felt a mixture of emotions as she stared at him and no doubt they were all visible in her eyes. She felt relief at it being someone she seemed to get on with, panic about what happened next and also a little desire. She found the chosen of war very attractive and a small treacherous part of her was glad she was bonded to him. Would he ever have noticed her otherwise?

She managed a weak smile. "So, me and you huh?I'll be honest, I'm not as against this whole bonding thing now as I was before tonight."She held his gaze as she said that and then flushed slightly and looked away.

"Got any more of that vodka? I don't know about you but I need another drink." She muttered.

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"Got cha, the same amount of social skills as a drunk puppy." Chris chuckled as she stumbled around on her words. "Well, I'm from Boston. I was raised by my older brother, Jack. I've graduated high school, but no job." Chris said, not even mentioning his parents. "I left home a couple of weeks back. I don't know how to explain it, I just got this feeling in the back of head that said something was about to happen. I didn't want to drag my brother into this. Gods, Magic, I chose my path, he didn't, he shouldn't have to follow it. Since then, I've been bumming around. Living in cheap hotel rooms." Chris then looked around to check and see if any of the coffee shop's employees were watching, and they weren't.

He held out his hands out at about a foot apart. Then a arc of blue electricity jumped between his hands. He held the arc for a few seconds before he put his hands down. He looked back around, and luckily no one noticed, well no one normal, he wasn't watching for the other chosen. "Yeah, I got lightning in my veins. Think of me like Cole MacGrath....he's from a.....never mind." He said, assuming she doesn't know what he's talking about. "Anyways, I just pump a little juice into a ATM, and boom! I make it rain!" Chris said with a sly grin, not even thinking about whether or not she'd approve of his money methods.

"Plus it knocks out the security cam, so I don't need to worry about that. I can also heal myself. Other people, not so much. I tried it with a pigeon one time....it kind of exploded......oh the smell." Chris then shuttered a little bit as he remembered that day. The horror. "Anyways, it's just been me for awhile. Living on the road. Well me, and Denise." He said, not even thinking about clarifying that Denise is his car. "So what's your thing?"

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As she listened to Chris, she could understand where he was coming from, she had often thought about running away from home. She felt like all her...strange-ness was just too much for her dad at times. If she wasn't the only communication for her mother, she probably would have.

She shot back a little in shock as the blue electricity sparked between his fingers. She shouldn't be surprised, being of Zeus and all. The electricity was kind of beautiful. It made her understand why Chris was the way he was. Electricity was life, it was pure energy. If he was holstering so much of it, how could he not be the way he was.

She decided she rather liked this personality. It was different from her own but in a good way, it a way that she hoped that would help her learn to branch out a little more.

Cole MacGrath? Like from Infamous? Did he like video games? Did that mean he wasn't going to think she was lame for spending all of her money on games and comics and such. Did that mean he wasn't going to think she was a nerd. She suddenly started fantasizing about them in her room playing Soul Caliber and Mario Kart together. She was put at ease.

She laughed lightly at the pidgeon, and at the ATM, everything he did was pretty humorous to her. All things she wouldn't have the guts to do.

”"Anyways, it's just been me for awhile. Living on the road. Well me, and Denise. So what's your thing?"

Kat panicked. Powers. Not something she wanted to talk about. She didn't have anything cool like electricity, all she had was a power that made people un-trusting of her. That was not something she wanted out of her Bond Mate.

And who was Denise? She tried to ignore the pang of jealousy in her side. She just MET this guy.

”I loved Infamous, just so you know. I played through it a couple of times just because choosing between good and bad was a lot of fun.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. ”My powers are...strange. It's not something I could show you easily. Many people know Dionysus as the god of parties, but he is also the god of madness. I have a little of both sides of him. I can intoxicate people if I want, kinda lame I guess. I can also control my dreams entirely, and can even on rare occasions go visit other people's dreams. I can also tell how people are feeling, always. I try to ignore it most of the time though. She chose to omit the part where she could actually alter how those people felt if she wished.

”I'm going to risk something and try to be confident for once,” She confided in him. With a deep breath she flashed the most confident smile she could muster and said...

”It's kinda tense in here, everyone getting bonded and all. Did you want to maybe go somewhere?” She forced the blush that threatened to come up down. ”Also who is Denise?”

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Thanks...but you ever do that to me again and I'll kill you Ares. The now bonded Southside Demon thought with equal parts anger, fear, and relief. Never before in all of his history had Jamie's strength failed him. His courage was drawn from that fact, from the invicible certainty of being able to defeat all comers. When such a fragile looking piece of cloth held him bound and unable to move it was as if the world had ended. It had shattered his belief in the fate he thought his. For what was a warrior without the courage that came from strength.

Courage is more then strength, it's more then victory. Courage is facing the enemy head on. And no matter how weak or how little your chances of victory never giving up. And even when Hades comes to collect you spitting in his face.

Anger collected at the merest mention of Ares calling him a coward. But even as he wanted to tell the God of War to shut up he didn't. The Berserker had promised to listen to his patron's advice after all.

Relief however was the biggest emotion. The event the Vice President of the Southside Demons MC had been waiting for nearly eighteen years was finally over. Honestly he thought this was going to mark the end of his life as he knew it. But Meredith seem different from the others. Some small part of him, the tactically obbessed part wondered if the attraction to Apollo's chosen was part of the bond. Watching the emotions flit across her face made Jamie care little though. There were less pleasant options around the table after all.

Taking out his flask Jamie uncapped it when Meredith asked him if he had any left. Swirling the contents around he smiled at the flush in his bond mate's face.

" To the Gods sense of humor and their small mercies. " Jamie toasted before putting the flask to his lips and draining exactly half of the Pyatizvyozdnaya contained within. Handing the rest to Meredith.

You have no idea the kinda of favours I had to call in with Apollo to make this happen. Small mercies my ass. Next lifetime I am sticking ya with a fugly she troll ya hear.

For once the chosen of Ares didn't counter the statment. After all the God of war wasn't wrong. Jamie just hoped the next lifetime wasn't decided in a coffee shop.

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Chris listened as Kat explained her powers. It had to be hard for her, knowing what everyone around her is feeling. He couldn't even imagine how she'd learn control over something like that. Of course she probably feels the same about his powers. It could explain her awkwardness, trying to keep from sensing everyone's feelings must be unnerving. But he's glad it's not full on telepathy, he's not sure how he'd handle that. "Oh by means, let's see the confident Kat!" Chris smirked at her about ready to saw something risky, well risky for her at least.

So, she wanted to get out of here? 'Denise? What kind of question is that? Wait.....crap I forgot to clarify that Denise is my car didn't I?' He's been alone on the road a lot, and he can sometimes forget about making a few things clear. He then looked closely at her face. 'Wait, is she jealous? Oh man she is! Does she have a crush on me?' He pondered. "Sure, a change of scenery sounds nice. But I'm just gonna tell you right away, I don't put out on the first date." He couldn't even keep a straight face to finish that sentence.

"Come on, Denise is waiting outside. You can meet her yourself." Chris got out of his chair, and took Kat's hand in his, and lead her out of her seat. "So, with your powers, does that make you like a Counselor Troi on steroids? Just remind me not to play poker with you Kitten." Chris smirked. Whether she'd follow him or not, he left the dining room and went outside.

Once Chris got outside he went straight to his red Mustang Denise. "Hey baby miss me?" Chris said as he ran his index finger across his car's hood. "Denise, my pride, and joy! The most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Chris just oozed pride, and love over his car, having helped built her from pretty much scratch with his brother.

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Meet Denise? She felt like she was being silly but was suddenly filled with dread. It would be her luck that the person she was going to feel drawn to the rest of her life probably had a girl friend or something. Now that she thought about it, of course he had a girl friend. Look at him, he was freaking gorgeous. She was probably someone really cool that didn't mind him flirting too much because she knew how devoted he was or something like that. That's why he made the joke about putting out on the first date that had Kat a pretty pink color.

She had never even had a kiss before, except once in second grade, but she hardly thought that counted. Not that she was a prude or anything, she just didn't branch out to meet people often. You have to meet people to kiss them.

Star Trek references? The gods really knew who to pair her with it would seem after all. She followed him outside taking a deep breath and preparing for the worst.

"Denise, my pride, and joy! The most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He was beaming with pride over the mustang in front of him. She could feel it coming off of him, all the love and memories he held with his car. His car. His car was named Denise. Relief flooded through her. She did her best to cover her sudden change of emotion. She smiled

”Nice to meet you Denise,” there was a slight chuckle to her tone. ”Did you build her? She's beautiful. My dad dabbles in cars so I know a little about them,” she admitted.

Speaking of her dad... she checked her phone, it was almost time for her dad to be home. She assumed he wanted to hear all about the ceremony. Instead there was a text.

Sorry Kit-Kat, working late. We will talk when I get home. Love you She tried her best to mask the disappointment He was always working late, most of the time she felt like she lived alone.

”Well I'm free all evening it would seem, we can do whatever. It's pretty nice out if you wanted to walk, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want to ride in Denise,” She tried to give a flirtatious smile as she said so. ”We just ate, but I could still eat if your hungry.” She felt pretty lame for not having a plan after asking him to leave. She didn't know where people went. She never went anywhere really. Well except one place.

”There's a uh...bookstore type thing, down the ways a little we could go to, unless you have something better in mind.”' She was having a hard time describing the cafe. It was like a small diner that the upstairs was comic books and they had gaming tournaments and such at. If that didn't scare him off, due to her nerd-ness nothing would.

Kat wasn't sure why but she was very trusting of Chris for having just met him. Maybe that was the bond. She felt like she could trust him, that she was safe around him. It would be pretty weird of her to get into some other stranger's car.

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Meredith took the flask he handed to her, with a grateful nod, and drained the remainder in the hip flask within a couple of gulps. The alcohol hit her stomach with a warm burn and she enjoyed the feeling, knowing it would not be long before her body burned it off. As she drank she noticed that the blonde guy had been paired with the one that was handing out name tags and they seemed to be getting on well. She couldn't help but be impressed when she saw him apparantly create lightening from nothing. Her ability might be useful but it wasn't anything as flashy as that. She wished the two of them well, she had her own bonded to focus on.

Meredith was wondering what happened next when she felt a familiar pain in her head and she grimaced massaging her temple with her free hand.

"Apollo your timing as always, sucks." She muttered before the world shimmered in front of her and she was looking at a different scene entirely.

A woman and a young boy, her son Meredith guessed, were walking through what looked to be a park. It was late and the moon was out. The young boy was talking and waving his hands animatedly, clearly excited about something. She wondered what they were doing out so late at night. They had just passed out of the glow of a streetlight when two dark clad figures stepped out from the trees. Meredith guessed they were male but couldn't see anything else as they wore black from head to toe. The woman stopped suddenly and faced the two men pushing her son behind her clearly trying to hide him from them.
Meredith watched with growing dread, she had a very good idea what would happen next even without the vision and she really did not want to see it.

"Look here, someone new to play with." One of the men said his voice laced with excitement.
"I don't want any trouble." The woman said fearfully. "Please just let me pass."
"Not going to happen sweetheart." The second man said. "You're going to have some fun with us."
The woman began backing away, keeping her son behind her, but the two men darted forward grabbing her by the arms and yanking her forward. She struggled in their grip, her son forgotten for the moment, and managed to elbow one in the ribs making him wince and let go.

"Bitch!" He cursed.

"Tommy run!." The woman called. "Go get help!"

The man she had elbowed saw her son for the first time and glared at the woman. He exchanged a look with the first man, who by now had managed to restrain the woman, before taking off after the boy who had sprinted away at his mother's cry. Though the boy ran as fast as he could, the man's longer legs meant he easily caught up with him. He dragged him back and threw him down beside his mother.

The vision abruptly ended leaving the woman and her son's fate unknown, it was typical of her visions, she could see the future but it was fragmented and ramdom at best. She had no idea who the woman was and so she had no way to help them.

She realised she had probably looked to Jaime as though she had simply zoned out and she smiled apologetically. "sorry about zoning out there for a minute. An unfortunate side effect of being Apollo's chosen. So what do we do now?"

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As the Berserker watched his other half as it were down what was left in the flask he felt it was a more meaningful gesture then it appeared. Jamie was then reminded of an old pagan tradition, that of newlyweds sharing a drink from the same cup. The VP then shrugged it away. The bond was after all its own kind of marriage, perhaps not in the romantic sense but in other ways. Though he'd not deny there was a part of him that found Meredith attractive on a purely physical level. The scarred and tattoed street fighter wondered though how she'd accept his lifestyle.

That thought made Jamie pause for a second. Never before had he cared what another had thought of his chosen path. He was an outlaw biker that lived only for the thrill of freedom. Now though his life belonged to another or was at least now tied up with anothers. It was not a wholly unpleasant feeling, this thought of facing life standing besides more then his brothers in arms. It was one completely foreign to the Berserker though.

Was it her pretty face Jamie wondered. But he quickly dismissed it. He had known many beautiful women and none of them had been more then passing fancies.

The Vice President of the Southside Demons Motorcycle Club then laughed at the thought he was giving the subject. Nothing mattered in the end but the next breath, the next drink, and the next bit of fun. That being said Jamie looked Meredith over with gaze that would speak volumes even to a nun.

" Well as for what comes next I've got an idea or two o chosen of Apollo. " The Berserker replied to her question with a little crooked smile that spoke loud and clear enough for even the blind to understand. " First things first, I think if this bond thing is all they said its going to be it's time to meet the family. The Southside Demons MC has its clubhouse in South Bronx just off the Deegan and Bruckner. We got plenty of everything and the place is always jumping. Should be a good party going right now, Sean made a lot of cash from my fight earlier tonight. Why anyone would still bet against me is confusing as hell. But hey the club is making a killing. If you want ya can catch a ride back with me or come on your own. Or hell not at all if that floats ya boat. But me and the MC are a package deal. Either you accept them or this relationship is going to end quickly. I am sure Ares would get a kick out of that. "

Without waiting for her answer the Vice President of the Southside Demons Motorcycle Club strode away from his bonded and indeed out of the coffee shop entirely. Jamie had enough of a place that had no real excitement. Clearing the doors he strode to edge of the sidewalk. The grey cement, familiar as his own heart beat. He had after all spent his childhood wandering them. The pavement upon which his bike lay atop the never ending path of his life.

Smooth real smooth skreb. Lets give a woman you've known all of five minutes an ultimatum. What is this some emo vampire novel?

You tell me Ares, why the hell does it feel like she's in my head?

It's cause she is in a way. Your bonded to her and she to you. It'll allow you to always be close even when the physical distance between you both is great. Your average soldier would kill to be that close to their loved one.

The average soldier gets to chose their spouse.

But ya not average skreb, lift up that bike above your head. Hold it there with one hand and load a fresh mag into that 1911 .45 ya keep at the same time.

Failing to see what that would prove aside from his strength and reflexes Jamie nonetheless complied with Ares's request. Lifting the Harley Davidson Softail Fatboy Lo over his head with one hand he fished the pistol out of the concealed holster in the lining of his leather jacket. Racking the slide and hitting the mag release the Beserker emptied it, the bullet and full mag hitting the ground with a light tinkling. Throwing the pistol in the air he then fished out a spare mag. Throwing that about a foot in the air Jamie then caught the descending firearm. Twisting it so the handle hung pointed up in the air just in time to let the mag slide in. Spinning it the Southside Demon racked the slide, the 1911 .45 was now locked and loaded.

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Meredith watched her recently bonded, stride out of the coffee shop doors and wondered for a moment what she had said or done wrong. No one else's bonded seemed to be leaving their bonded's side except for Jaime. But then Meredith mentally scolded herself for allowing someone else to affect her in such a way. Even if she had upset him, and that was a big if, then he would just have to suck it up as she was not in the habit of being someone she wasn't. Besides he had invited her to his biker club and given her the option of riding there with him so she figured he would wait for a few minutes at least before leaving. She didn't particularly like his abrupt ultimatum at the end of their conversation and her first instinct was to tell him where to shove his ultimatum but she paused.

The two of them were joined now, regardless of whether they wanted it or not, and as such they would have to adjust to each other unless they planned to ignore each other for the rest of their lives. Which would be difficult and uncomfortable since Meredith could almost feel Jaime in the back of her head. Besides if she walked away now that would be like giving up and that she would not do. It wasn't so easy to get rid of her and if Jaime decided that he wanted to he would find it nearly impossible to do so.

She followed him out of the coffee shop and stopped short when she saw him standing there holding a gun in one hand and, incredibly, his motorcycle in the other. He stood there completely at ease as though the vehicle weighed nothing to him. She was stunned for a moment before her natural humour kicked in.

"Well I guess I know what Ares gave you." She said with a grin. "How exactly are we planning on getting to your club if you're carrying our ride?" She asked hands on hips.

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"Yeah, me and Jack spent the summer building her when I was sixteen. He thought if we'd have some 'bonding time' that I'd stay out of trouble. It didn't work all that well." Chris explained. "I got a bit more rowdy when I got me some wheels." Chris chuckled when he thought some of the things he did after getting her. "I remember the next November, on Black Friday, I got up real early, and parked her in the parking lot at the mall, and spent the whole day with her taillights on, you know like I was backing up. Needless to say, people weren't happy. It was great!"

"Nah, I don't have any idea on what to do. You're the local, not me." Chris said as he opened the driver's side door, and hopped in. He leaned over to the passengers door, and opened it for Kat. He was a gentlemen after all. "So where's this bookstore at? And ya think they got any Walking Dead? Or maybe some Frank Hebert?"

(OOC: Sorry for the short post. Writers block.)

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Ah and here comes the love of your life skreb

Go fuck yourself Ares Was all Jamie replied with as the image he must be portraying sunk in. Here he was holding his steel horse above his head like a child's toy. Out in the open with nary a concern for the boundaries most humans endured. Though the Berserker had never made much secret of his gifts, after all physical strength and razor honed reflexes were within the reach of all but the crippled, he had never really openly flaunted them.

This was made doubly aware to him as the chosen of Apollo walked through the doors of their bonding ceremony, such as they were. At least the expresso was good. But it was the look upon Meredith's face that made Jamie truly aware of how absurd he must look. And her question hardly made the matter any better. Silently berating himself the Southside Demon instead holstered his pistol by throwing it in the air and at the same time jumping up still holding the bike. Twisting around Jamie laid the Harley underneath him. Landing in a prefect sitting position Jamie caught the Colt 1911 .45 in his right hand. Giving it a spin he slid it back in the concealed holster in the lining of his leather jacket.

" Please I could carry you and the bike and still make back in time for the first act on stage. Ares only choses the very best, unlike that loser old lighting chucker picked. But you Apollo types are easily frightened I hear so we'll go the boring normal way. Wouldn't want you to have an heart attack or anything. My medical insurance isn't that good. " Jamie retorted to her good natured humour with his own cocky as hell smile.

Whether or not he was physically capable of such a feat was besides the point. His special brand of confidence was beyond such things. Besides he honestly didn't know the upper limits of his gifts. Till that little red ribbon tied itself around his wrist the the Vice President had never been remotely challenged by anything in life. Nothing had ever forced him in that desperate corner were he felt personally threatened. Well not since that night on his tenth birthday.

That crucible had lead him here however, watching his bonded stand hands on hips. Meredith looked good in such a pose Jamie had to admit. Though her presence along with Ares in his head made him feel just the slightest bit crowded in his own skull though.

" So hop aboard the Southside Demons express." Jamie added with an amused sort of laugh. " Spare helmet in the saddlebags if ya need it." This said as he strapped his own on, the crest of the MC front and center on it.

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Anthony mostly kept to himself until suddenly Artemis' voice rang out in his head. "Stop eating, my boy. It is time." At that moment fear surged within Anthony's body; the thought of being bonded hit him fully at this exact moment: It'd be another cage.

When everything went dark and then flashed red, he jerked his hand back, only to find the bond tied around it, and his hand entwined with that of a female. Suddenly he could see and his wide yellow feline eyes stared into the eyes of Aeron; the chosen of Hermes. His free hand was covered in flame, the flames forming the paw and claws of a tiger as his fist gripped the arm of the chair he sat in tightly, the wood cracking under the pressure.

Suddenly she spoke to him and he pulled his head back a little, his bound hand tight around hers out of fear, but the grip slowly loosened, never tight enough to hurt her, of course; Anthony wouldn't hurt anyone unless they deserved it.

"O-oh...um....Hi!" He said, putting on a goofy smile, his canines flashing into view again before he spoke again. "Y-yea, I guess we are bonded now...." he chuckled, blushing softly as he realized he was still holding onto her hand. Without a word about it he released her hand and cleared his throat.

"Name's Anthony, Chosen of Artemis. You?" He asked, smiling softly, his eyes darting around her face and figure to try and decipher her body language, not check her out. Anthony wasn't the type of guy that would go around checking girls out; no, he was a hunter; his eyes dictated so; his Goddess dictated so. He looked for body language, he didn't do it consciously, either, he just did it.

So far Aeron seemed to be friendly, so his own body slowly relaxed, the flames around his other hand vanishing without a trace and his hand returning to normal strength as well. "S-sorry.....a bad memory came back as we were being bonded.....hope I didn't scare you....." he said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

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The more Chris talked the more she liked him. He had an uncanny ability to put her at ease about her dorky nature. Maybe it was the waves of confidence she felt rolling off of him, maybe it was contagious.

Something was nagging at her though. What did this bond mean for her? For them? She barely knew this guy. Where they going to continue to be friends after this or were they going to play this day out and never speak again. The thought worried her and she pushed it aside. She spent so much of her time worrying. She really needed to just relax. Just enjoy the time with him and see where it went.

She smiled at him as he opened the door, and gracefully sat down inside. The car was phenomenal.

“Woooow...” she whistled as she looked around inside. “Denise is beautiful.” She gave him directions. The book store wasn't far.

“They have all sorts of stuff there! But you don't need to buy Walking Dead, I have the whole series at home....” She stopped short and blushed. She didn't even know if this guy was going to want to hang out with her after today. She didn't need to be offering to loan him all her books. She took the opportunity while he was driving to examine him a little more closely. She was lucky, he was friendly and attractive, so attractive in fact that being near him made her a little on edge, but he wasn't at all what she thought he was going to be when he introduced himself earlier that day.

“You know...” She began and then stopped looking for the right words. “I don't know how to say this without sounding super weird so...just bare with me? You don't make me as nervous as I thought. I mean... how do I say this.” Kat stumbled over her words. Took a deep breath and continued. “I just mean that since you are like a “cool guy” I just expected for you to think I was lame. But you've been really nice to me, so thank you.” She chewed her lip, still not happy with how that came out, but hoped she got her point across. Despite the flutters she felt from having social interaction with a super hottie, she felt pretty normal around him. He didn't make her feel out of place or abnormal, the way she felt around a lot of people and it was really nice. Chris was super confident, but it didn't make her feel less so the way other confident people did. It was strange but nice.