Thirteen Isn't Just A Lucky Number
Disclaimer: I don't own the Midnighters trilogy, I don't own the blue time, I don't own the Midnighters, I don't own the darklings, and I don't own anything else. All belong to Scott Westerfeld.
Author's Note- Hello, fellow readers. Imagine my surprise when I found out that there was a Midnighters category on I just read this trilogy and thought it was amazing. Hope you enjoy!
In case you haven't read the trilogy, I suggest you read it because it's too hard for me to explain and you definitely won't understand what's going on.
Ch. 1:
"Theoretically Reverberating Manifestation!" shouted Dess as she flung the crowbar at the panther with all her might. It hissed through the air and hit its mark. Blue sparks flew and the panther scampered away, limping from the blow. Melissa shouted that a winged slither was coming from behind, but Dess was ready. "Exponentially Controversial Juxtaposition!" The winged slither reeled from the hammer expertly thrown by Dess. Dess could hear the other Midnighters screaming thirteen- and thirty-nine-letter words, the clash of steel on slither, and the flapping and yelping of slithers.
"Contentiously!" Nails flew into a patch of slithers.
"Intentionally Conscientious Crystallizing!" A hubcap landed smack on a snake transforming into a panther. It screeched a screech like nails on a chalkboard.
"Hallucinating!" Paper clips showered on winged slithers from above. Jonathan, the acrobat of the group, led the air attack. Jessica, who gained his midnight gravity through touching him, was waving her flashlight, Authoritative, around. While she's killing darklings, could she at least try to keep the light outta my face? It's killing me!
"More of them are coming," shouted Melissa above the din. The bitch goddess speaks once again. Dess still didn't forgive Melissa completely for ripping her mind apart to find out where Rex was taken by those stupid daylighters. Thank God she has to listen to everyone's thoughts, not me. Humans are way too hard to decipher; at least math gives you straight answers.
"Devastatingly International Configuration!" Rex whipped his chain of thirty-nine links around a darkling's paw. However, he was barely able to say the words due to his darkling side. Dess tried to send feel-good vibes to Rex. That whole Halfling ordeal must have been tough.
"Dimensionally Comprehensive Entertainment!" Melissa took a bar stolen from the dump and lugged it at a particularly large slither lumbering towards Rex.
"Qualitatively!"
"Environmental!"
"Industrialize!"
Slithers and Midnighters alike continued to scream and shout, making a noise so loud that it would wake the entire town of Bixby. That is, it would wake the entire town of Bixby if everyone wasn't frozen in time right now. The five Midnighters were on their own.
"They're retreating, they're retreating!" repeated Rex and Melissa. Dess looked around and then checked her wind-up watch. Well, duh, it's like two minutes until the secret hour is over. I don't expect they would want to hang around when everyone comes back to life.
"Jonathan, get down before midnight ends and you end up breaking your whole body," said Dess. Jonathan had a fleeting look of disappointment before descending with Jessica in toe. She mercifully switched off her flashlight. "Now, since no one is going to get killed by falling 100 feet, how do you suppose we get home?"
Rex shrugged. "We'll use Melissa's car. She had the foresight to bring it before midnight started in case we run into trouble and couldn't use Jonathan as our personal taxi."
"I'm grateful to be of service," Jonathan said sarcastically. As he finished his sentence, a quiet shudder rumbled throughout Bixby. The ghostly and eerie blue glow faded and natural color flooded back. Dess sat down, exhausted from the fight. I better get working on some more weapons. We used up a lot of them tonight.
Dess got up, momentarily dizzy. "Guys, I'll just walk home. My house isn't far from here. You guys better get moving before the police show up and get you for breaking curfew. See ya later." Dess turned and started walking home. I'm so tired. I hope my parents left the door unlocked. As she reached her home, she carefully tried the doorknob. Thank God, it's open. Dess crept in as quietly as she could. She made it to her room, barely registering the fact that she would have to make a steel raid very soon. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Author's PS – How was it, Midnighters fans? Reads and reviews welcome.