[Artemis would feel immense burdening: annoyed with only herself, for having unloading her family issues upon her readers. She had avoided battle for days: too embarrassed by the permanent fixtures called family, as to continue on...acting like some sort of hero. Artemis would find her services requested once more on this random day: as the Boar boasted of his favorite liar...to be cut free from their crimes. The woman named Hucks had decided to prematurely abandon ship, as the world began to hold the Boar accountable for his inhuman treatment: capturing and holding humans hostage, by throwing people in a refurbished cage as he gave his armed men the right to rape and starve the prisoners as they saw fit.

To this lack of accountability: Artemis cracked her neck from side to side, as an antiquated way to warn Hucks that she now held a steady target upon her head...warranting a display of her might by threat of intellectual property and a broken bow. Artemis sought out the educated woman, and asked why she boasted of her theft of services from the citizens, as she had said nothing to the masses. Glaring endlessly over the suckers that asked the world from her upon the elevated stage. Hucks hated the blue and red curtains that wrapped around her, yet she willingly received payment from the tax-payers...that had only wished for concise answers and the hopes of a better tomorrow. The woman began to mumble and huck her excuse-filled rhetoric once more...forever blinded by the truths she had formed out of thin air by distorting the truth.

Artemis didn’t have time for this shit. Finding the woman laying with Foxes and wielding her wee fist: meeting the large gaping mouth of Hucks with her physical might at last. She watched as the woman smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of her wide mouth…the lack of discipline finally getting the best of her. Artemis smirked and simply said “sorry you got fired lady”. Hucks charged at Artemis like a sow in a territorial rage: contemptuous, as she was left to face her own issues head on, abandoned by the Boar and his cronies. Artemis felt the tall woman grow heavier: Hucks pummeled the petite woman to the ground, and began to squeal and shriek in rage. Getting her own ass handed to her on a silver platter...was pretty common for Artemis, and so she defensively held her wee forearms up, as to shield herself from the beast that drooled and snarled. Hucks held the upper hand...the woman: a dead-eyed savage born from immense privilege, and without the understanding of what pay disparity brought real women. Hucks continued punching the stranger and squealing that her only crime had been: annoyance to her own allergic reactions to the truth.

Artemis did as she had done with Athena: yelling at the woman that she had won, and that she held no contention for her. Hucks continued delivering blows upon her protected stance: unsure if she were allowed to stop without the dictation of the Boar crowned king. The woman straddled her opponent and silently began to cry. Artemis began to weep once more: for her furious words only made situations worsen. The sow of a woman, finally seized from her one-sided fight and allowed Artemis to set herself free from below her spread-legged stance: holding her weight over the small woman…half-her-size, and unaware Artemis had a half-life as a cripple. Artemis had only sought out the woman for having dare called the people of her Nation and lands weak: condemning the citizens if they cried. Artemis had been forced to address the anguish she coveted, as it had been a mask for the hatred and fear she held towards people: the curse of agoraphobia. Artemis had emotionally cast away her own immeasurable might: locked away in an invisible cage.

Artemis sat beside the weeping woman at last, as Hucks avoided making sound with her flowing tears. She asked Hucks of her new strategy: now that she had turned her entire family into pariahs...forever cursed with political leprosy. Artemis informed Hucks that the money she had stolen was finite, as her grandchildren would be burdened and impoverished by a future filled with environmental degradation. The woman said nothing at last: her lies finally falling heavy, as they left her biggass mouth hole. Artemis explained that she had only hunted her down, because she wished to document history in a way that passed the Bechdel test. The woman began to blush, as most people had never noted Hucks to be synonymous with femininity. Artemis returned to her chipper self to avoid the silent awkwardness: exclaiming that the woman had served punishment enough, for she had to feel the entire world cringe at the sight of the Boar, as he had kissed her farewell for good luck, but demanded the company of a co-worker named Hopey in a way that was obsessive. Artemis informed Hucks that the gesture had made her barf in her mouth a wee bit, and that she was now upset by her own inability in unseeing the Boar kiss her goodbye. Artemis felt relieved that the woman attempted to smile in response to her disgust. Raising an eyebrow and observing her defeated foe in her peripherals, wondering why the woman pitied her for a kiss that Artemis herself, hadn’t even been forced to publicly  receive. Evidently she also found a strange humorous joy in the truth.

Artemis continued on with her impromptu speech: telling Hucks in friendly confidence: that the Boar wasn’t the only thing that terrorized the minds of the citizens. Artemis informed her, that her honorary Grandma named Wanda had once resided valid points to such issues: stating that there could be no good or valid reason for the women to say “me too”, as long as citizens demanded the perpetual “need” for a bachelor. This resonated with Hucks: having forgotten that there were other nonpolitical aspects of the “culture” campaigned by the dead-eyed savages themselves. Artemis asked Hucks finally: why she was held accountable for all of her Peoples, and her community never given proper welfare, or a dignified office in the House of the Boar. Informing Hucks that they had called her a “drunk Indian” as a youth: her only crime was believing that she had been equal to her peers and “friends” up until that point. She told Hucks how she had flipped her life around: yet the dead-eye savages still called her youth and friends “drunk Indians” anytime they pleased. She boasted that her Indigenous Warriors had intentionally deviated from the data provided by their ancestors, and now they openly fought for sobriety as a family. Artemis noted the irony: for the fact that a perverse man-baby...had been elected to uphold a position upon the Supreme Court, and diminished title and the entirety of their important work with his entitled privileged. She was only disappointed in the fact that they had allowed A “sober” boar of a man that snorted allergy pills in private, to shit on the democracy that they had both fought for: simply with his attendance in an oversized house. Their Justice System would forever be tethered to the man-baby and the Boar and deemed incompetent or intoxicated with corruption by the citizens...as the Supreme Court historically trademarked the term “I like beer!!!” by accident, and with unabashed pride. Forever holding the entire nation accountable for its growing battle with alcoholism and pharmaceuticals. Artemis didn’t need hate-filled and irreconcilable words to talk shit...for these things had now come to fruition as historical truth.

Artemis saw the woman begin to grow angry again: tired of talking aboot politics once more. Hucks stood up suddenly to leave, and felt the small woman hug her tall torso: wishing her the best of luck, and saying goodbye to the woman with unsurpassed talents for lying. Artemis told Hucks that she no longer needed to lie: safe and surrounded by love and admiration, and reminded the scowling woman to stay hydrated as to replenish her tears. Artemis excitedly waved farewell in her normal awkward manner, as Hucks slowly walked off into the distance: her future unknown. The woman confused forever by this random battle with an unnamed citizen…evidently disarmed by foreign words of appraisals: for her furrowed brow were the only part of her that were initially cursed to tell the truth.

Next Chapter: [ XXXVII ] Artemis and the River Styx