Time's Daughter

"Where are your clothes?" Nico asked, angrily.
I didn't look at him. "It was hot, clothes were uncomfortable--I took them off. Now if you don't mind, I'm kinda in the middle of something."
I charged towards Alice, who prepared to throw her dagger, but Nico yanked me back. "What the hell?!" I screamed.
"You're half naked!" he snapped. "Do really think I'm going to let you stay out here?"
I glared at him, not noticing the smile that was starting to come on Angel's face. "Do you really think you can stop me?!" I asked.
"YES!"
At this point Alice had lost it. She was rolling on the ground laughing. I stared at her. "Alice are you having a seizure or something?"
She sat up and looked up at me and Nico. "Sorry," she managed. "It's just, looking at you, Ang, arguing with a guy like that--you're like an old married couple."
I burned red, then stormed back to Lucy's apartment. Lucy blinked as I walked in. "I heard shouting out there Mor," she said, using her old nickname for me. "Did something happen?"
I didn't answer, but walked into her bedroom and grabbed one of her many ex-boyfriends sweatshirts--choosing an extra large one that was ridiculously big on me. As I walked out, Alice and Nico walked in. I turned red, ignoring him and sat down on the couch far away from him.
"Reaper!" exclaimed Lucy when she saw Alice, bounding over to her. I growled, I hated using those damn names, and they knew it--so like true sisters--they used them as often as possible. "Mourning Star!" replied Alice, looking pointedly at me. I threw a pillow at her.
Alice grinned. "Still not liking the nicknames, eh, Morrigan."
"Oh shut up already!"
Nico stared at me, I could see the confusion on his face. "Weren't you two in a death match earlier?" he asked.
Alice put her arm around his shoulder. "Oh come on, like you don't fight with your brothers from time to time."
"I don't have any brothers."
"It's a figure of speech moron!" I snapped, glaring at the wall. The atmosphere, which had just been lively, moments ago, dropped to underworld level. Alice sighed and stepped closer to me, poking my stomach.
"Come on, Ang," she said softly. "It's your birthday, cheer up!"
I pushed her away. "The kitchen's still not clean," I muttered, walking away.
Lucy watched me for a moment, then mumbled: "But, you cleaned that hours ago."
I ignored her and started to scrub the already sparkling counters, trying to shake the pain from my head. It was throbbing like hell. I stopped scrubbing for a moment and closed my eyes, trying to make the pain go away. My limbs felt unbelievably heavy, my breathing labored. I fought hard to stay awake, but I wanted so bad to just crash to the floor. "Fight it," I mumbled to myself.
"Oh, it's a bit late for that," muttered an oily voice behind me.
I turned to see an old and hated face. "Marcus," I growled.
Marcus smiled. "Actually, technically, it's Morpheus," he said. "But it would be a bit weird to be in your little gang with such an usual name--at least before it was time to 'earn' your stage name."
I held my head high and proudly. "If you are in fact, Morpheus, why had you been in the 'gang' as you call it?"
Morpheus smiled. "You are fast," he grinned. "Athaliah communicates with her host through dreams--that's how I knew who you were from the beginning--though--when you went a bit rouge, I decided to stay close to you and watch you, just in case you did something bad."
I rolled my eyes. "Because killing people isn't bad, at all!"
"To the gods, no, but Athaliah does have the power to make the gods disappear, so I had to keep an eye on you, in case you started to wield that power."
I stared at him. Why was there a god in Lucy's kitchen with me, and not the others? Surely, Nico must have sensed something by now. Morpheus smiled at me. "I'm so sorry dear," he said. "But I think you'll find that you are only dreaming now."
The kitchen disappeared to be replaced with a rather menacing looking room. It reminded me of a dungeon--the kind you only see in the movies. My lips curled as I recognized it from my past--it was a torture chamber.
But the place wasn't the only thing Morpheus had changes--I was now fully clothes in the shimmer white toga like dresses of the gods--and chained to the wall.
Morpheus clapped his hands. "I must say," he giggled. "You do look quite striking in that outfit."
I spat at him. "Perv! What do you want with me?!"
"With you?" he asked. "Nothing--my questions are for Athaliah--I mean to draw her out." He waved his hand and a medical table appeared next to him, with sterile surgical tools--the sharp kind. "You see, the gods already knew the Morrigan's existence, we're not stupid and it struck us as odd, that she would be hiding inside the body of such a meager human, when she's always been so prideful of her own. So we gave her a call--turns out--she's never even heard of you. Athaliah has lied."
I eyes widened in fear. "What are you talking about?" I asked, as he picked up a syringe.
He smiled. "The Morrigan never took control of you--Athaliah did, but Athaliah has never been so aggressive before, and I want to know why."
He plunged the syringe into my neck, adding the clear liquid to my blood stream. I cried out in pain. My senses began working over time. I could feel, smell, hear, see, and taste every last thing in the room, 100x more powerful that before. Morpheus lifted my head his grip on my chin strong and more painful that it should have been.
"I'm sure you've already figured out what my drug does--it amplifies your senses--and makes the torture so much more painful." He smiled. "We're going to have lots of fun."

Notes

YAY! Power's back and so's the wifi...here's the next chapter--hope you like!