InsaneJournal

Who: Helen and Paris, Achilles makes an appearance
What: Helen is taking back her life
When: Backdated to Monday February 27, midday
Where: Lebanon, KS
Warnings: Violence, cursing likely

For too long, Helen had been a pawn in the gods' sick game of love. So many years had been lost because of them, because of their arrogance and selfishness. Were they so lacking in self-control that they had to tear a woman from her husband, a mother from her daughter? Clearly that was the case. It was all a nasty game to them, and Helen would no longer play a part in it. She would take back her life and live fully as herself again. Helen had missed precious years with her little girl and she would never have them back. Life may be full of second chances, but she could not turn back the clock and make her daughter little again. All she would have are the memories. Precious memories.

Helen hated sneaking out in the dead of night, but she knew that the longer she stayed the more likely it was that Briseis and the others would convince her not to go through with her plan. She told Briseis for two reasons: Because Helen owed it to the woman who had taken her in when she had no reason to, and because she needed someone to know where she would be in case things turned out badly for her.

If you don't hear from me in five days, have my phone tracked.

Helen had driven a rental car, because carrying a bunch of weapons on a train or a plane would have looked rather suspicious. And Helen really didn't need someone confiscating her weapons. They were her one chance to get this right. Nor did she need to be arrested for weapon possession. The car had been packed for a few days before Briseis had returned home. She needed to get out of there quickly, without any obvious signs of her leaving. So she had prepared for days.

Helen glanced at her phone, scrolling through the messages she had sent and received. She felt an overwhelming sense of sadness when she realized that she may never see them again if this plan failed. But then she saw the messages between herself and Paris. The message intended to lure him out of hiding and to a place of neutrality.

I want to talk. I'm not angry with you. There's a place where we can go where the spell can't touch us. {Address}

It was meant to get him out of his comfort zone and into equal fighting territory, and apparently it had worked. Helen had been there a day and a half before Paris was due to arrive. She had found a little hotel a few miles out and had stayed the one night. The following day she proceeded to the place she would meet him. She had to observe the landscape. There were enough trees for her to hide in. The biggest problem would be the house nearby, so Helen had observed the inhabitants through the trees. They seemed to be gone much of the day, so perhaps they would pose no threat to her plan.

Meanwhile, Helen had gathered her supplies and hid them strategically on her person so that she could grab whatever she needed immediately. She wore camouflage and had even put on war paint for the occasion. If she died that day, she would die a Spartan.

She waited in the seclusion of the trees, quietly watching the roads that lead to this little grassy area. She wouldn't be able to feel him, but she would at least be able to hear him. He, however, wouldn't be able to see her hiding so easily in that wooded area with an arrow imbued with snake venom (from an Inland Taipan - that had cost a pretty penny and a lot of hush money) at the ready at the ready.