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students get carried to the morgue, and I’m monitoring nineteen in the hospital. That leaves one body unaccounted for. Unable to rationalize today’s events, I try distracting myself by talking to my unresponsive cousin.
    “Angie, when I saw the helicopter smash into the ground, I thought it was over for you. Just like that, the tough scrawny girl that beat me up in sparring sessions would lose her life to a machine.”
    I watch as her hair dances in the water, and the subtle waves caress her curves. She’s nearly naked, but as children, we shared baths so I’m quite accustomed to her body.
    “I guess you’re not scrawny anymore. I can’t believe you have breasts and hips though. Like I told you over our last video chat, you’ve gotten so pretty it disgusts me. But don’t worry; I won’t let Vincent force us into anything. I hate doing what Dennis wants, too.”
    In the past, the only combination of gods and goddesses that have ever created Helios’ barcode was Apollo and Artemis. Currently, only Angie and I could create a child with that tattoo. Though Helios already shares his barcode with a human, most people despise that man and impatiently await his death.
    Of all the gods, no coded tattoo has shown more power than his, except for mine. After my birth, I was prophesied to become “the Helios killer.” Truthfully, I want nothing to do with any predestined fate. For all I care, he can continue to terrorize the entire East and North Coasts. I’d like to graduate and get as far away from this world as possible. Yet, Uncle Vincent raves about our bloodline and how, once I kill the dictator, we can reunite the East and North the way he has the South.
    “Why do these overachieving parents want so much out of us anyway? Dennis wants me to take ownership of the stadium. That way, I can be just like him. Vincent wants you to marry me so we can kill Helios together. And everyone wants me to stop that tyrant from beating our arena and taking over America. But what’s the difference if I win? What if I’m no better than Helios?” I sigh. “You’re right. I should talk about something else.
    “Do I have a girlfriend, yet?” I say as though she asked me a question. “No. I’m still working on that. I think she likes me, but after all the trouble I got into last year, she stopped flirting and I’ve officially entered the friend zone.”
    My phone interrupts the conversation. My “Do Not Answer Me” ringtone echoes loudly in the room.
    “What?”
    On the other line I hear, “Don’t what me? And did you change my ringtone?” Hannah often tells Michelle about the ringtones I choose for her. The pest always calls and interrupts right before Hannah and I share a moment so I make sure to attach the most suiting tunes to her contact.
    Originally, I programmed my phone with screams from various horror movies. I chose the corniest ones from the twentieth century with people running amok. There was even a hologram of women scampering on my pocket from a guy in a long white mask and a large knife. I’ve turned off the hologram because it drained my battery too much. All the technology they put into our phones, but the battery life sucks.
    “Yep. Now it’s even more suiting.”
    “Good. Is it a love song?”
    “About all the love I have for you.”
    “Change it again.”
    “My pleasure. Bye.”
    “Hold on jerk. I brought you food so come to the third floor.”
    “Why’d you bring me food, and what’s in it?”
    “Hannah said you’d be here all night.”
    “So she told you to bring me food,” I say delightfully, knowing that Hannah was worried about me.
    Michelle doesn’t respond for a second, then mumbles, “Something like that. Just come down stairs and don’t ever mention this to anyone. Ever.”
    “I don’t want to talk about it now.”
    I say goodbye to Angie, and walk down to the hospital’s cafeteria. Once I arrive, I see Michelle with her legs crossed, staring out of a window at our