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Authors: Odette C. Bell
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of them. For every god and goddess, there was whole
armies of giants and god-hating meanies.
While the Integration Office did its job
and mostly did it well, it was never outside the realm of
possibility that an evil creature could slip through the net. Frost
giants were not unheard of in Scandinavia, and I'd recently read a
report about a cyclopes still sleeping in one of the underwater
caves off the coast of Greece.
I began to walk faster. I hadn't
read any reports of creatures coming to this city – and certainly
not taking up shop in th e flood drains – but that didn't mean much. Maybe
one of the deep-sea oil rigs off the coast had dredged up something
old, angry, and immortal, and the darn creature had been washed
into the drains during the wet season. And maybe said denizen of
the deep was watching Tolus and me as we awkwardly loped our way
through the tunnels.
“ I wonder,” Tolus said,
voice too loud for my comfort, “Whether we should abandon this plan
and climb up the next drain access we see?”
“ Hmm,” I squeaked. Tolus was
feeling what I was. As a god used to surviving despite the odds, I
would be wise to follow his lead. “Yep. Let's get out of
here.”
I realized it was odd that, upon our
earlier visit, neither Tolus nor I had felt these exact exquisite
feelings of unease. I also realized that the longer we stayed down
here, and the farther forward we traveled, the more the feelings
grew. That told me one of two things: either we were moving towards
something of considerable immortal threat, or said threat was
making its own way to us.
We ran, and this time I didn't have to latch
a hand onto Tolus’ arm – the god was as spritely and energetic as a
racehorse. We found an access and scrambled up it.
I let Tolus go up the ladder first. Contrary
to what Thor believed, I was not a treacherous, god-hater. When it
came to the safety and welfare of other divinities, I could be as
generous and caring as the charity goddesses.
Both Tolus and I scrambled up the ladder as
fast as we could, and I made a mental note to call the Integration
Office as soon as we were clear to let them know of a possible
breach in customs. They would send a divine clean-up squad straight
away to flush out whatever evil had made its home down in the dank
tunnels.
Tolus shifted the top off the drain entrance
– displaying the strength his immortal form had by default, despite
his paper-thin body.
He jumped lithely onto the street and made a
gurgling noise. I dismissed it as a choked-throat “Yippee“ for
getting to safety.
I shouldn't have.
I crested the entrance, my head popping out
onto the street above. I stared straight at a massive pair of legs
tucked neatly into light blue jeans. I slowly looked up the legs
until I noted the T-shirt, the golden beard, and the righteous,
crackling gaze.
“ Oh you are kidding me.” I had
run from the Ambrosia, then gone into the flood drains only to come
back up right outside the Ambrosia.
I hung there, still half on the ladder.
Before Thor could reach down and crush me,
something happened. I winced, expecting the attack from above, but
it came from below. Something rushed up from underneath me –
something fast, something that went swoosh in an evil way. That
same something wrapped itself tightly around my middle.
Before I had time to register it – before
I had time to scream – the thing tugged on me with immortal
strength. My hands were ripped away from the ladder, and I
plummeted back down the access tunnel. Only when I was about half
way down did I bother to let out a scream. It was short, it was
sharp, and it was mostly stifled due to the horrendous pressure of
the thing around my middle.
I slammed into the bottom of the tunnel.
It wasn't enough to kill me, just enough to daze me.
The grip around my middle was only growing
tighter. With my face pressed into the dank dark water of the
tunnel floor, I desperately tried to figure out what was going
on.
Being the
armies of giants and god-hating meanies.
While the Integration Office did its job
and mostly did it well, it was never outside the realm of
possibility that an evil creature could slip through the net. Frost
giants were not unheard of in Scandinavia, and I'd recently read a
report about a cyclopes still sleeping in one of the underwater
caves off the coast of Greece.
I began to walk faster. I hadn't
read any reports of creatures coming to this city – and certainly
not taking up shop in th e flood drains – but that didn't mean much. Maybe
one of the deep-sea oil rigs off the coast had dredged up something
old, angry, and immortal, and the darn creature had been washed
into the drains during the wet season. And maybe said denizen of
the deep was watching Tolus and me as we awkwardly loped our way
through the tunnels.
“ I wonder,” Tolus said,
voice too loud for my comfort, “Whether we should abandon this plan
and climb up the next drain access we see?”
“ Hmm,” I squeaked. Tolus was
feeling what I was. As a god used to surviving despite the odds, I
would be wise to follow his lead. “Yep. Let's get out of
here.”
I realized it was odd that, upon our
earlier visit, neither Tolus nor I had felt these exact exquisite
feelings of unease. I also realized that the longer we stayed down
here, and the farther forward we traveled, the more the feelings
grew. That told me one of two things: either we were moving towards
something of considerable immortal threat, or said threat was
making its own way to us.
We ran, and this time I didn't have to latch
a hand onto Tolus’ arm – the god was as spritely and energetic as a
racehorse. We found an access and scrambled up it.
I let Tolus go up the ladder first. Contrary
to what Thor believed, I was not a treacherous, god-hater. When it
came to the safety and welfare of other divinities, I could be as
generous and caring as the charity goddesses.
Both Tolus and I scrambled up the ladder as
fast as we could, and I made a mental note to call the Integration
Office as soon as we were clear to let them know of a possible
breach in customs. They would send a divine clean-up squad straight
away to flush out whatever evil had made its home down in the dank
tunnels.
Tolus shifted the top off the drain entrance
– displaying the strength his immortal form had by default, despite
his paper-thin body.
He jumped lithely onto the street and made a
gurgling noise. I dismissed it as a choked-throat “Yippee“ for
getting to safety.
I shouldn't have.
I crested the entrance, my head popping out
onto the street above. I stared straight at a massive pair of legs
tucked neatly into light blue jeans. I slowly looked up the legs
until I noted the T-shirt, the golden beard, and the righteous,
crackling gaze.
“ Oh you are kidding me.” I had
run from the Ambrosia, then gone into the flood drains only to come
back up right outside the Ambrosia.
I hung there, still half on the ladder.
Before Thor could reach down and crush me,
something happened. I winced, expecting the attack from above, but
it came from below. Something rushed up from underneath me –
something fast, something that went swoosh in an evil way. That
same something wrapped itself tightly around my middle.
Before I had time to register it – before
I had time to scream – the thing tugged on me with immortal
strength. My hands were ripped away from the ladder, and I
plummeted back down the access tunnel. Only when I was about half
way down did I bother to let out a scream. It was short, it was
sharp, and it was mostly stifled due to the horrendous pressure of
the thing around my middle.
I slammed into the bottom of the tunnel.
It wasn't enough to kill me, just enough to daze me.
The grip around my middle was only growing
tighter. With my face pressed into the dank dark water of the
tunnel floor, I desperately tried to figure out what was going
on.
Being the
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