Evan blinks the mixture of sweat and blood out of his blue eyes, keeping his glare steady on Hera as she wipes his blood off of her dagger. Her grey eyes are glinting like the metal she had marked him with.
"You done now? Tired of carving me like a turkey?" He snarls, converting his panic and worry for Ethan into rage. She smiles at him, seeming amused.
"Done? For the moment. Don’t want you to get used to it now." She said sweetly, her blonde hair falling in haphazard curls around her face, which seemed to get less beautiful with every moment that she spent with Evan.
"I can take whatever you have to throw at me." He spat at her, straightening up to his full height, ignoring the sharp sting of his back and the whines of protest from his muscles. He felt like he could sleep for a thousand years.
"Oh really now?" She mused, walking back toward him, close enough that he could hit her if his hands weren’t shackled together now. Evan watches her warily, never letting his guard down.
She smiles at him brightly now, pulling out a mirror similar to the one that Zeus and the twins used to keep in contact. She blows lightly over the glass and for a moment all they could see was a thick blackness that encompassed the glass.
“Αφήστε το φως να λάμψει τόσο φωτεινό όσο καμία αλήθεια, ας δούμε τι δεν πρέπει να θεωρείται.” She mutters with a smile. (Translation from Greek to English:Let the light shine as bright as any truth, let us see what should not be seen.) After a moment the mirror’s image lightened and Evan’s heart clenched painfully as he could see Ethan in the mirror.
"Ethan!" He cried, lurching forward at the mirror, hissing in pain. Hera laughs lightly, turning the mirror more toward him now. In the mirror Ethan was on his knees, his arms held up by chains.
Blood seeped from deep gashes on his chest and arms, one long cut above his eyebrow dripping blood down his pale face. Ethan’s eyes were shut tight, violent coughs ripping their way through his body.
"Poison acts fast no?" Hera whispers, her voice grating on Evan’s ears like nails on a chalkboard, a sharp shiver running down his spine. He can feel his eyes burn with the threat of tears at the sight of his brother as he was, unable to help. "It’s not enough to kill him, it’s just causing him agonizing pain."
"Why are you doing this?" He asks, his voice breaking for the first time. He turns his icy blue eyes to her and for a moment Hera is struck speechless. There was such a deep vastness in those eyes that was so eerily similar to her husbands that for a moment, for only a moment she thought she was staring back at Zeus.
The moment soon passed and it registered that this was not her husband, but one of his mistakes that would soon no longer be a problem.
"Because you and your brother should not even exist in the first place." She hisses, reaching a hand back to slap him, her nails digging into his cheek. Evan’s face snaps to the side with the force of the blow, stars sparking behind his eyes.
When his vision cleared and he looked back up, Hera was gone. as where the chains that had been locked on his wrists. The mirror was gone now and Evan couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
They spilled over his cheek, a single heart wrenching sob escaping him as he broke down, falling to his knees, being careful to avoid the spikes as best he could and the burning water that lapped at his feet.
They were stuck here, separated, and no body even knew they were gone.
They were never getting away from her.
Hera walked the short distance between the two torture rooms with her back rigid.
These two were strong. She was sure that she would have broken them by now.
She had almost gotten Evan, just by showing him what Ethan was going through, she could feel it. There was a moment where he would have done anything if she’d insure that the other would be alright. But he held it together surprisingly.
She wondered how Ethan would do to the same treatment. She smiled to herself now, snapping her fingers and popping herself into the room where Ethan was being held.
As soon as he hears he looks up at her with disdain and she is met with a surprisingly lucid and fierce gaze. Once again she is reminded of Zeus.
The similarities only seem to fuel her fury. She storms in, brandishing her dagger at him, pressing it up against his neck.
"I tire of you." She hisses at him, her gaze sharp and furious. Ethan sneers at her. "Funny. And I was just starting to enjoy this bonding time with mother dearest." He spits back at her.
How dare he! She fumes inwardly, brandishing the mirror. “Watch your tongue boy. Or things will only be worse for him.” She snaps her fingers and Ethan’s demeanor immediately changed. Again she is amused and intrigued by their concern for one another.
"Ev…"Ethan whispered in horror as he saw the burns that covered Evan’s arms, the way they crisscrossed with the numerous scratches that mirrored his own. Tears ran over Evan’s bruised cheeks steadily.
Ethan pulled at the chains. “Please….Please stop.” He whispered brokenly, thrashing against his bindings uselessly. This brought a smile to Hera’s face.
"Hmm….No I don’t think I will." She mused, tucking the mirror away now, cutting the blade into his skin, just deep enough to break the skin. Ethan hisses softly, pulling away from her instinctively.
She smiles now, pushing hard on his chest, relishing in the pain that spiked across his face as the movement agitated his carved up back.
"Settle in boy. You are your brother are going to be here for a very long time." She hisses. "It is your punishment. It is set in stone."
Ethan closes his eyes as the knife bites into his shoulder, silently resigning himself into believing her.
They were never getting out. He would never see Evan again, they would never see Logan or any of their friends again. His heart stung painfully
We’re going to die here.