I was so angry, it was a wonder steam wasn't coming off the water around me.

"Congratulations. " Apollo said, crossing his arms as he glared down at me. "You screwed up my plans."

Funny. I don't really feel like celebrating.

"It's not my fault that your plan was so stupid that even a moron like me could see through it!" I slapped the water around me with a frustrated scream. "Now get me out of here before I freeze to death!"

"How selfish." He hissed sarcastically, pulling out a chair from the bench to sit himself in. He immediately kicked his legs up onto the bench and leant back on his chair.

"Wanting me to stick my fingers in ice-cold water. Thought you were more considerate than that Maddison."

He sent me one last withering glare, before scowling up at the ceiling.

"Damn it." He muttered to himself, covering his forehead with a hand, likely nursing a growing migraine. "Now I'll have to think of a different way of luring them here."

"Oh, poor Apollo." I snarled as I continued to tread water, starting to feel my hands and feet going numb. "The trials and hardships of being evil."

Instead of asking Mr Jerkwagon to get me out for a second time, I tried to reach the circle of black tape that was now only a couple of "feet" above me.

Bobbing in the water, I jumped up, managed to get a grip on the bottom edge of the tape... but my hands were too cold to hold on properly even with the grip gloves, and I soon found myself falling back into the water again.

Yep. Just as cold as I remember.

"Damn," I muttered as I resurfaced.

At this rate, I was going to start developing hypothermia...a fun new experience for me.

My body shuddered with the cold, and my teeth began to chatter so hard my head rattled.

If I ever get out of this mess, I'm going to have Apollo shrunk and lock him in a freezer.

And that's just the beginning...

It felt like I had been struggling unsuccessfully for hours, all the while picturing my revenge.... before Apollo sat up properly in his chair and looked down at me.

Even as I struggled as hard as I could just to stay moving, I glance at him, noticing that the anger had drained from his eyes.

Leaving something akin to pity.

I didn't need pity. I need a space heater and a bar of chocolate.

Silently, Apollo reached a hand towards the jar.

Typical. As soon as the jerk decides to help, he does it in a way that makes me want to refuse it.

I watched numbly as the giant hand came towards me, not resisting as the fingers wrapped around me and begun to pull me out.

"Bastard." I hissed, even as I pressed myself against his hand for warmth.

I lay huddled in the palm of his hand, too weak to even sit. At this point, I would hug anything, if only to get a little bit warmer.

"I know." I thought I heard Apollo murmur, but I was shivering too hard to really focus on anything at the moment.

A shadow fell over me, and everything went dark. I dully realised that Apollo had placed his other hand over the top of me, keeping the cold air away so that I would have a chance to warm up.

"Should I point out that you would get warmer quicker if you took off your wet clothes?"

I could hear the smirk.

Gritting my teeth in frustration, I was unable to think of an intelligent way of answering that.

Hissing, growling, roaring in fury, everything that came to mind didn't even sound human, let alone intelligent.

Every time I think this guy could be a little bit decent, he has to go and prove me wrong.

Apollo sighed at my resentful silence, the hands around me, shifting as he stood up.

Without a word, Apollo began to walk, and it was only when he opened his hands, and I found that we were in a tiny bathroom that I realised what he was doing.

I shook as the cold air hit me, watching painfully as Apollo pulled out a hairdryer from under the sink and plugged it in.

I guess more work goes into the hairstyles of evil than I originally thought...

The moment the hot air hit me, I decided that I could forgive Apollo for every bad thing he had done in his entire life, as long as this never had to stop.

"Sorry." He muttered, and I only just heard him over the sound of the hairdryer. "I lost my temper."

I huddled wordlessly for a moment, letting my body recover from the shock and cold.

I could see Apollo in the mirror in front of us, holding me carefully in one hand and the hairdryer in the other.

Though the apology was obviously hard for him, his eyes actually seeming to hold some remorse as he looked down at me.

"It's okay," I said, trying to speak loud enough for him to hear me over the noise. And in a strange way, I really meant the words. "...Could have been worse."

It wasn't that I forgave him for everything.

I was just one of those people that got angry easily, but couldn't hold onto that resentment in the face of remorse or kindness.

"So what's next?" I questioned, and I watched Apollo roll his eyes in the mirror.

"Like I would tell you."