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I laughed. Ian and Susan exchanged looks, while I was doubled over in giggles. "That… that's absurd! There isn't an eighth sin"- "Did I say you'd turn into the eighth sin?" Susan said, boring her cold eyes into mine. They were identical to Ian's, but hers were just… not pleasant. I stopped laughing, uncomfortably looking around. "Well… no?" Susan held out her hand, making a small, worn notebook appear. I blinked in surprise as she flipped through the pages, finally stopping at one. She turned the book to me, and I froze. There was a sketch of a person, with identical markings as mine, in the same exact places. She wore a melancholy smile, looking straight ahead in the drawing, but her eyes told she didn't care about anything at all. "This was your great great great grandmother." "That's impossible. She died a long time ago. If what you two say is true, shouldn't she be immortal?" I said quickly, hoping to prove them wrong. "While we're immortal, there are things out there, that can destroy us, simply because they're stronger. She wasn't any exception." Susan shrugged. I held my breath, looking to Ian for reassurance. He just glanced away. Susan shifted her weight to her other leg, and turned the page in the book for me. "Every five generations before you, somebody in your family comes into contact with one of us, and reacts differently." "…differently?" I glanced at Mr. Hall, feeling my face go hot. Susan rolled her eyes. "Not like that. After a few weeks of exposure, they started to get those symbols, and act, well, badly. Soon they turned into ti̱n ídia ti̱n amartía." "ti̱n ídia ti̱n amartía…?" the Greek words rolled off my tongue as I repeated them. "Sin itself." There was another silence in the room, and I looked at the both of them incredulously. "You have to be kidding me." I said, arching an eyebrow. "Why would I joke around about this? You wanted answers, you got them." "Well, yeah, but I wanted an answer that actually made sense"- "Look, I already gave you the information you wanted. If its too much for you to comprehend, then too bad. I don't need an idiot wasting my time, so stop whining, and accept what you are!" Susan snapped, and I narrowed my eyes, before turning on my heel and storming out of the room. "Persephone…?" I ignored Ian, descending the staircase quickly, and opened the door, allowing a breeze to flow in the house. Stepping over the threshold, I felt a hand take mine. "Let me go, Ian." I muttered. "It's dangerous now, Persephone. "I can take care of myself. I don't need any help!" I shouted, whipping around to face him. "I don't care. You're too important to me…" he said quietly, looking at his hand. "…" I shook my head, swallowing back tears, and took my hand away from his. Ian looked up solemnly, and I turned away, rushing down the sidewalk. I couldn't take it anymore! The complicated stories, people claiming I was turning into… some thing. And now I was apparently in danger? I didn't know what to believe. Now that I had answers, I was even more in the dark about what was happening to me. And Ian… what was going on with him? He seemed genuinely scared, and the tone of his voice was different. He spoke as if he'd never see me again. I assured myself nothing would happen, and walked inside my house. I paused, glancing back at the door knob. I didn't have my keys. Why was the door unlocked? --------------------------------------------------- Oh my goodness why was the door unlocked?!
.-. I told Chloe I would give "real" feedback rather than "bump" so... I love this story because of the funny relationship between Mr Hall and Persphone (Psh, she said feedback not correct spelling *shrug*) and the fact that she's some sort of sin. >.< I haven't read the update yet so blahblahblah! There is no possible way for you to improve ^.^