Loki hadn't finished reading when I parked near the whaling station in Bouvet windshield only shows the blinding rays of snow flying out of the cloudy sky; usually,Bouvet Island has light snow in which anyone can walk through and see through when it is coming down.I know my way around to the main base after a year working on that island so fortunately nature's fury could not send me the wrong way.
"We're here." I said, taking the keys out of the ignition.
Loki held up his index finger still engrossed into the paper.
"James Patterson didn't write that report." I said,jokingly. Loki puts his hand down on the arm rest. "Maybe the actual person will get recognition one day for making an addicting report."
Loki ignored my reply as his eyes-they stood out in the white scenery, pretty bright-were going this way and that. He hadn't moved his seating position for countless house. I realized then that my attempt at humor had fallen flat right into an ugly coal.
"So much for trying." I muttered to myself, turning off the radio.
Humor is not in my best skills.
Why not turn the heat off on Loki?
Brilliant, it'll take long for him to notice that I am gone.
That is if he forgets I told him to get out after getting Bouvet Island style prepared.
I unbuckle myself then reach over to the backseat and grab a big gray coat with brown fur around the hood. So much for being prepared on an island left into perpetual winter. I take the coat back into the front seat. I take my hot red high heels off then toss them into the back seat. I put my feet into long winter boots set alongside the two floorbased parts for accelerating and stopping. I take out a hat from the hood and put it on my head. I get two gloves out of the large coat pockets then put them on, put on ear muffs for my exposed ears, and get on the big warm coat. I wrapped a scarf around my neck for extra caution; no one wants a neck-freeze-bite.
I've been doing this for a year.
I put the keys into the left hand coat pocket, next, I open the door.
Well that soon alerted Loki to what he had been ignoring. Loki glances up off the paper towards the windshield. The surprise on his face is kind of unique in the history of 'Teenage gods' not really written down in a many people have the chances to meet a teenage god.
Well, my story is different.
Loki's expression turned into dread as he saw the pouring snow masking whatever is in the distance.
"No wonder you had a bad sun tan." Loki said. I open the driver side door hearing the wind's unusual chilly sound. "You were over layered."
I step out of the car pretending not to hear.
I shifted towards Loki's direction mustering my best serious look.
"Loki; ass out of the car." I said.
Loki looks so defensive in a way that makes him look cute.
"Its so white out there," Loki said. "And cold looking might I add."
"Don't be a chicken," I said. "Gods can withstand the cold. There's no excuse being a god!"
"Fine." Loki said, defeated.
I shut the driver's side door then take the keys out of the pocket and twirl the center metal item around my fingers.
"But I am not done reading this report written by Major Alan Schaefer!" Loki shouts back.
I flip the keys in my hand. After all those hours of driving I've become a sort of a night I kind of cheated by sleeping for a couple hours with the car on Autopilot mode-Loki had been reading intently at that time-on the way to Bouvet boots crunched in the snow.A dark feeling grew in my gut in a way that could easy out match a paranormal gut feeling in a imaginary stage of boxing.
Fifteen minutes after I got out and headed my way to the base-built across from the abandoned whaling station-I heard even more bigger crunching. The sound of these crunching made me think of bad dress shoes going bad in the heavy big fluffy snow.I pressed on the red button on the black device activating the protection-concealer-hibernation.
Several years ago there was a discovery of a unique alien nest in SouthEast was quite a fuss between the nations what to do about it-surprisingly The Philippines recoiled at the thought of sending in civilians to check out the next-for a couple days. Those couple days were deadly to those who bothered going; that resulted in the deaths of a hundred in those deadly days there was a group of survivors who managed to somehow get these son of a gun aliens thing is The Philippines couldn't stop its own people from being curious as to what had discovered by a Janitor.
They dubbed the alien as 'Xenomorph'.
"Have you ever come across one of these Xenomorphs?" Loki asks.
"Nope." I said, but then I pause. I had to give it some thought about the idea never meeting one face to face. "Well, if you count remains."
"Uh huh," Loki said. "You call them Xenomorphs and you have not seen these fabled aliens for yourself! How can they be real when they sound to be made out of mortal imagination?"
I shook my head continuing my walk.
"Tell that to the survivors." I said.
"Survivors?" Loki repeats, puzzled.
"You skipped a page." I said.
"But there was not any mention of survivors." Loki said.
"Did you just stare at one page and think about how to pick apart these aliens to be fiction?" I ask.
"No." Loki said. "I read...some pages."
"You must be a bad liar or be a bad page skipper." I said.
"I am not a page skipper." Loki denies.
"You missed a couple pages." I said. "That says it all."
I had to yank my boots out of the snow as we approached closer and closer to the outrageously tall door to gray snow covered building. Even with an argument in hand about skipping pages Loki is the one who insists I am wrong and he is the one who is absolutely right. Well, if only that were true. The door looks short and chubby because of the really tall snow when there is not that much snow there isn't a short chubby door that has a couple walking platforms for each snow level it is currently outside.
"You're wrong." Loki said.
Loki goes past me-coatless!-with skin such a gentle color blue I almost thought he was Paul Bunyan's friend ox 'Babe' and Loki's eyes glowing red as a wet rose. I decided not to reply figuring it would only end up into a confusing argument knowing Loki. I swear the stories about Loki's arguments I told Polly had cracked her up much to my horror.
"He's such a Rapidash." I mutter to myself. Really, Loki is like a shiny Rapidash bred for winter just without magic but capable of plowing through hard snow. It is like Loki is on fire, really, that's how it seems to me.
I kept up the slow pace taking my sweet time to get each boot out of the snow slowly becoming heavy to get through by each step. Fortunately the abandoned whaling station is much easier to walk around. I've been complaining to Fred about there needing an instant teleporting device just so I wouldn't have to waste so much energy walking in hard snow.
When I finally got to the door, Loki is leaning against the right hand tight corner glaring at the security camera.I knock on the door three times with heavy thuds. A blue panel appeared beside the handle requesting for the password.
"Everything needs passwords to get in anywhere." Loki complains.
"And paperwork." I added. I lower myself to the blue panel. "The password is Manila; 5,5,1998."
"Password accepted." The machine went.
The door opens on its own.
"May 5th 1998," Loki said as I straighten up. "Why a date?"
"It's not the date that matters," I said. "It is fear of forgetting our worst nightmare."
I walk into the room brushing off what remains of snow that landed on my shoulder.