Myth Hunters

It had been a few months now since we go escaped from the complex. It was daring and exhilarating. It was frightening and tough, but most of all, it payed off and I got my friends out of there. Of course they wouldn't have been there in the first place if it weren't for me and that fact has been eating at me for months now. And it doesn't help that I keep just getting this weird feeling of being watched. Everyone just says that I'm being paranoid and I should just relax, but when have you ever known me to let my guard down. 

Since we got out of the complex, I have accepted my role as "Killer of all Gods" and have been trying to "harness the inner power" (as everyone has called it), but I just can't figure it out. I mean a few sparks and poofs here and there, but nothing to be counted. 

Cortez and I have been getting pretty close and I like to think of her as the sisterly type. She is the only one who listens and believes me. I Know that if I ever need to talk to anyone, she is the one I will go to. She also gives good advice. I mean she can seam real tough and bad-ass at first, but under all of that is a sincere and loving person. 

I have been getting stronger and stronger everyday. Training has been paying off as Mary has been teaching me everything she knows under the direction of Doc. She teaches me thing like hand-to-hand combat to weaponry skills. I now know how to assemble and disassemble any firearm out there, not like it was difficult or anything. Everyday is easier than the last when it comes to training. I can run farther and farther everyday, take harder and harder hits. I feel that I'm at the best I have ever been. I mean I have a place I can finally call home, people I can finally call friends and family, and a reason to wake up every morning. I went from being a homeless 15 year-old nobody, to a fucking bad-ass women who will hopefully one day save the world. 

I guess we are all caught up know, oh wait I forgot all about Bastet. She has been pest lately. Always going wherever I go, hissing at anyone and everything that comes near me, and all sorts. I mean I know she is my protector and all, but yeesh is she clingy. Reminds me of the old rats that would guard the garbage cans and hiss at me if I just tried to pass through the alley ways. She keeps saying that her cat senses are tingling and that I should always be vigilant. It's almost as if there is something she's not telling me, but I know better than to pester in someone else's business. If they felt the need to tell you, they would. 

Okay, now your all caught up. 

"MAX, MEETING DOWN STAIRS NOW." Whelp there's doc. I quickly get up out of the bed and rush out of my room. After we got back they gave me a room that wasn't int he medical wing. I have been trying to make it my own and decorate it a bit so it wasn't boring. At least now it has character to it. My room is further from the the main room of the bunker, so it there were to be an intruder I was more protected that everyone else. They also spread out everyone, so everyone has privacy as well as in any case where someone was after us, it would be harder to fin and kill everyone. 

Running down the hall that was lined with nothing but the boring gray cement, I race towards the main room, practically slipping and sliding on every corner and twist. Finally making it to the main room where I see everyone sitting at the round table. The round table house the old fashion global map. I always thought of it as a map that you would see generals using during world war 2.