"Ben, what the hell's going on?" Gina asked.
School. English. Grammar.
"Nothing, "I said.
"Oh, yes. Nothing's going on. Explains why you've been behaving so off the charts lately."
"What are you doing?" Simon whispered. Him and John was sitting in front of us.
"I'm trying to make Ben admit that he's started drug-dealing," Gina whispered back.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" I whispered.
"I'll take over," Gina told Simon, and then turned to me. "You have been behaving oddly lately, and today it's weirder than usual. And we've been talking about you, that's what we did yesterday, and well, drug-dealing does seem the most logical solution, so we thought why not?"
"No, you thought," John whispered.
"Fine," Gina whispered back. "Anyway, I thought that this would be the perfect time to ask."
"I'm not a drug dealer, Gina, I don't even do drugs!"
Stop yelling... The teacher may be heading this way...
My head snapped up and true enough, the teacher was heading this way.
"Are-"
"Shh, teacher alert." A look of understanding crossed Gina's face, and she started to work. Verbs.
After doing some honest to god-
God? You still believe in god?
It's just an expression.
"I'm not getting anything, Ben. Do you get this?" Gina whispered. She shouldn't have, because the teacher was nearby.
"And what are you gossiping about?" the teacher asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Gina said.
"Then why are you talking?"
"We're discussing verbs," I said, and in front of us, Simon hunched over, trying to contain his laughter.
"Oh, really. What's a verb?"
"A verb is something that tells what you're doing, like to drive and to breath." I answered. And that's the only thing that i know about grammar.
"Yes, like to draw," Gina agreed.
"I don't want to hear you talking again, you hear?"
"Yes, we hear."
The teacher left.
"That was a bit too close for comfort, right?"
When is it ever comfortable to be around you, Gina?
That was rude. And what the fuck's wrong with her?
"Hey, are you there?"
"What?" I asked. "Of course I am, I'm sitting right here. The teacher's coming."
He is?
No. Then I concentrated on the verbs, and at least I won't get a big, fat, red f.
The day didn't fly by, unfortunately. And it didn't help matters that I fell asleep. The usual thing you do when you're supposed to watch TV in class.
Two people were at the seaside. Cole and a pretty, naked woman. All smiles.
It was a nice vision, all mushy and romance. Until the chanting started.
"He's coming." The woman.
"You have to be warned." Cole.
"You have to prepare." Them both.
"He's coming."
"You have to be warned."
"You have to prepare."
"He's coming."
"You have to be warned."
"You have to prepare."
"He's coming."
"My seer, what did you see?"
"He's- he's dead. He has gone. I don't understand. They can't die, least of all Him."
"He, is dead. Can't be. You saw wrong," the Source decided.
"No, I did not. He's dead, gone to his realm," the Seer said.
My eyes flew open. Simon was sitting next to me, resting his head in his hand.
"Nice dream?" he asked quietly.
"No, not really. What's happened?"
"Nothing special. It's a bad movie, no action at all, but lots of romance and heroics." Simon rolled his eyes.
What the hell were you talking about?
He disappeared... The Seer said that he was dead... But I stand by what I said... It can't be... Simply can't...
Then why was i dreaming about it? Doesn't make sense. And is it he with capital H?
I suppose... He was feared... He could kill you within the blink of an eye...
But now the greatest demon of all times is dead?
He was called the God of Death... I don't think he's good at dying... Nor will he go to the demonic wasteland like a normal demon... He was so much more...
Did you date him?
Then came the questions about the movie, that as usual nobody answered. The first three times we saw a movie and she asked, she seemed to get frustrated. Then she hardened and instead answered her questions herself, and also got into long debates about it. With herself.
Thank god the next lesson was canceled because the teacher had for some strange reason gotten stomach pains. Might have something to do with the riot our class started last time.
Riot?
Yeah, no big deal.
"Are you busy today?" Gina asked me as we left the school.
"Uh, yeah. I think so."
"And it can't wait 'til tomorrow? " Simon asked.
"No, it can't the world might go under," I said with a smile.
It might be forced into slavery...
That's not funny. I walked to a quiet and empty of people place and then shimmered to Cole, who was in his office.
"Cole, something's coming. Something big. Huge." I went straight to what I wanted to say.
"What, have you been having any strange dreams lately? Visions?" Cole asked, and looked as if he was actually taking this seriously.
He should...
"Uh, yeah. Both, actually. I think that the first thing was the woman who died, blonde. Then, yesterday I had a vision. This guy, was drowning, and everything seemed normal at first, until he told me that, quote 'daddy's coming home'. And then, today, you and some woman at a beach, she was naked, by the way, and then you started saying that I had to prepare. Then there was a cave, in which a demon, who the Source said was him, and the Seer. She kept saying that He was dead, and that it was impossible."
"Okay. What did the source say about that, Ben?"
"He said that He disappeared, and that he could kill within the blink of an eye, and that leads me to wonder how the fuck he managed to drown? Oh, and he was called the God of Death."
Hades...
"Hades," I repeated.
"And, he's warning you from daddy?" Cole said slowly. I nodded. "You're right, that's not good, not good at all."
"Why? You've met this Hades demon, or what?"
He wasn't just a demon... He couldn't die... He was the epitome of what a demon should aspire to be... A bit like Barbas, but not as mentally challenged...
"He's not just a demon, Ben," Cole told me disapprovingly.
"I know, the Source just ranted."
"Ben, what do you know about Hades?"
"That he's powerful, and that he couldn't die, but then why did he die?"
"That's a good question, and I'm not sure. But it might be that Poseidon killed him, though I don't see why he would do that. All that I could find about him suggests a calm, down to earth, person."
"He must've asked. Because of something, maybe this whole big thing."
"Maybe. That's a good idea, Ben."
"Thanks," I said and shone like a christmas tree.
"But then there's the fact that he's already returned,and was killed."
"Yeah, but..." I was at loss.
The Titans wasn't known for taking everything lying down...
"But he could've returned, couldn't he?"
"True. I'll have to check into it."
"How are you gonna do that?" I asked.
"You're not doing it. Too dangerous," he warned.
He will go to the Underworld and see if anyone knows something and is willing to tell him...
If you had a body you would roll your eyes.
Then I heard the door being opened.
"Mr Tur- I didn't know you had a visitor?" a suit-clad man in his forties stood in the door, a look of distaste on his face.
This is why I don't like lawyers, they hate me.
Why? You seem like a typical, hormonal boy...
Teen. And they do, it's that I wear black, and like punk.
And it might also be because he thinks that Belthazor payed you for some fun, and intimate pleasure...
That's a joke.
"He's my cousin, just visiting, and about to leave, right?" Cole then turns to me, and raises one eyebrow.
"Yeah, just leaving. To the library," I said, and then pushed myself past the guy in the doorway.
Library?
I'm not going to the library. Why would I go to the library?
*Sigh
I'm going to the underworld to find Mikhail. Or maybe he's up here.
You met him once...
Yes, so what?
And you think that you can find him after having met him at the highest five minutes?
Well, the grimoire mentioned how witches scry, and I'm a witch, ain't I?
Yes, but a scrying crystal costs and where are you getting the money?
Fuck cares, I'll have to find place where you can get 'em first. Phone catalog, internet? Internet.
Visions!
Wouldn't work... You are not a seer ans therefore you can't get visions on demand...
Fuck off.
Thankfully, Cole's office lied next to a internet cafe, and I entered. Like with every internet cafe, you were supposed to bring your own laptop, all that came with the cafe except for expensive cookies, was a free connection to the 'net.
"Hey, excuse me, could I just borrow your mac? I have to find an address."
AN:Cliffhanger! No, not really. I just wanted it to end here to keep all of my chapters about the same length. That's to say, short. Hope that you like, and please review. It would make my day.