Chapter 1 - My Nemesis Is My Neighbor

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I blame Sam.

Don't hate me, but I feel that for once, I should not be the cause of disaster that could lead to the end of the world.

I never had to deal with new immortals beings rising from myths and death, people with powers I never knew existed, with consequences that have a harsher backlash utill she sent that dang alert.

But at the time, I had to deal with not breaking my neck as I fell down the stairs of my home.

Since July, the Chase Space has been a total success! We have fundings coming in, organizations giving us donations, including Fadlan's Falafels. The kids have been trusting myself, Alex, Blitzen, and Hearthstone more than ever. They have been learning respect, sign language, fashion tips, even some pottery after I installed a wheel in one of the many rooms of my uncle's mansion.

But there are things the residents here might want to come to some grip with: proper manners. Starting with picking up their own messes.

I was upstairs, prepping a room that was now empty. The resident, like some, had only stayed the night, taking some food, cash, and a nights rest. And like I said, perfectly fine.

"Hey Magnus!" Alex called from the first floor "Sam sent a text, you might want to hear this!"

"Coming!"

I tucked the last of the sheets in, and rushed down the stairs. Once a few steps down, my foot made contact with an old backpack, sending me flying.

I must have made every possible sound of pain with each stair step my face made contact with, until I stumbled down to the first floor. I was sprawled out at the entrance of the stairs, my lower half still propped by the wooden stairs as my other half was eagle spread of the floor.

"Graceful," noted a voice above me.

I looked up and was met with a pair of two toned eyes, green hair, and a snarky smile. Alex Fierro stood over me, smiling at my clumsiness.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically "that's what I was aiming for."

With a grunt I pulled myself to my feet. As I dusted myself off, Alex moved so she( she told me her pronouns earlier) was closer to me.

"Check it out." She ordered, sharing the screen of her phone. She flashed me the text message from Sam, her half -sister.

Alex, Magnus, we need you guys at the hotel. New einherji coming in. World class pain. ASAP.

"Well that sounds... intriguing." Alex offered.

I stared at the phone. Why was Samirah's message so jumbled? There were a lot more questions in my mind, mainly circling the new einherji.

Alex seemed to see my lost expression and nudged me. "Come on Beantown, let's see what the ruckus is."

After leaving the Chase Space in the care of my closest friends, Blitz and Hearth, we made our way to the warrior paradise.

Hotel Valhalla. Each undead resident decorated with unique heroic tales and splotches of blood stains. Five hundred-forty floors packed with sadistic fighters, preparing themselves for the day of Ragnorok where we would all die on the grounds of Vigrior.

But for now, we go day to day with games and events to the death, in hopes to desensitize us to the idea of death and gore. It's easier for some, but not me.

After avoiding airborne pitchforks and blazing rods of fire, Alex and I arrived at floor nineteen. As we passed the front desk, I couldn't help but see the mess that had happened.

Helgi, the floor manager of hundreds of thousands of years, was trying to repair his computer, cursing in Ancient Norse. His explosive beard had holes punctured through the hair and bristled with ice, one eye bleeding and shut closed.

My stride faltered, but Alex pulled me along. As we walked down the hallways of our second home, we saw more signs of our new floor mate; holes in the walls, ice spreading the grounds, and the temperature dropping so low I could almost see Alex's breath.

Soon, we met up with the others. Halfborn Gunderson was trying to listen in through the door for anything. His girlfriend, Mallory Keen along with TJ were monitoring the area. When the two saw us, they waved us over.

"T-This feels like deja vu." The red-head muttered, meeting Alex's eyes. When the genderfluid einherji arrived, she had caused a wreak of the whole floor, claw marks, dead floor mates.

Alex groaned, scratching the back of her head. "I'll a-admit I was a bit erratic w-when I arrived, but I didn't have these powers." She motioned to the ice, bullet holes, and decreased temperature. The cold was getting worse, making it harder to talk. For me, as a son of Frey, temperature didn't bother me too much. While the others were freezing their butts off, it only felt like I was standing next to a fridge.

I slid of my jean jacket to offer it to Alex, but she waved me off. "Don't even t-think about it lover boy."

It had been a while since our journey across the frozen dead lands of Nifleheim. The realm brought out our true colors for each other at the brink of death. A desperate kiss, a declaration of undying love. Afterwards, Alex had kissed me again after the celebration, but said he was still thinking about it. Once in a blue moon, she/he would offer a small act of kindness, but it was still next to impossible to decode our status.

TJ shuddered, rubbing his hands together as he looked at the bullet holes. "I-I wonder what type that is? From the a-amount and angles, it seems to be a sm-smaller hand gun, not like m-mine."

Before he died, TJ was a soldier for the Union in the Civil War, wearing his uniform, and shouldering his bayonet with pride. Figures he would be interested in the weapons.

"Well apparently," Halfborn spoke up, unaffected by the low temperature, his back still to us as he tried to look through the peephole. "This new warrior is Beantown's next door neighbor."

I felt my face tingle with surprise. I took a couple steps back to see the door nearby, my name plate glowing. Alex followed my face and raised her eyebrows at the fact.

"Well then," she amended "let's meet Maggie's new—"

BANG!

The sharp sound of the gunshot made us jump. Well, not all of us. Halfborn stood for a moment then toppled backwards and fell to the floor, shot in the forehead. I snapped my attention to the door; a hole was punched through the thick wood, smoke sifting off a little. The weapon mark burned right above the sliver and black name plate.

Saar Corbain

The door swung open, revealing the shooter. She was around my height, maybe an inch taller. Short ink black hair that had grown from a stylish messy undercut. A gray sleeveless shirt decorated with different stains of blood, a black military utility belt with two gun holsters, one empty. Black cargo pants and black military boots.

"You're friend might want to learn some manners before he starts poking around someone's buisness." She warned. There was an accent to her voice. Not like Mallory's, it was French or Dutch, something along those lines.

"Some shot," Mallory mumbled, still staring down at Halfborn's corpse. She didn't look happy.

I met eyes with the new floor member. Her eyes were dark brown against her pale skin and dark hair, glowing with a wild, but also sad energy. When she saw me looking at her, the brown seemed to burn like lava.

"What do you guys want?" She growled

TJ put his hands up as a peace message "S-Sorry for the improper greeting. I'm TJ, the others are Mallory, Magnus and Alex. A-And the big guy there was Halfborn. Welcome to H-Hotel Valh-halla!"

She didn't look welcomed. Her expression still frozen in that glare. The glare of a gunman. She muttered something under her breath, a foreign language, then sighed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Okay, thanks for the greeting. Get lost." She reminded me too much of Alex. Which, speaking of, looked a bit troubled.

"Hey, take it easy, j-just trying to be friendly." She fired back " Bedsides, it's not that easy taking down the guy there, how'd you do that?"

Saar raised the gun in her hand as if it was obvious. That seemed to spike TJ's interest more.

"Those are Singer M1911A1 Pistols! You're a gunslinger!" He exclaimed, pointing at the weapon enthusiastically. That earned a hint of surprise from the shooter.

"You know your guns." She noted softly, but TJ wasn't done fanboying.

"I think we had a few during the Civil War. It's said you guys not only have the most accurate aim, but know the composition of the bullet, allowing you guys to pull off maneuvers." He continued.

The two stared at each other for a while, a mix of emotions. Saar shrugged with an amused hummed. She raised her weapon, aiming it at a nearby decor shield. She fired a single bullet, the deadly projectile bouncing off the shield, off a nearby doorknob, off Mallory's knives, and right into the Union soldier's rear end.

TJ yelped at the injury, his face laced in pain, but still glowing with awe. Unlike him, Alex, Mallory, and I were not that impressed. I didn't want a so called gunslinger as a neighbor, she looked like she would use me as a target practice in the night. Everything about her composer was making me anxious.

I was usually very persistent when it came to knew people, I always wanted to get to know them, despite their scary aura. That's how I got so close with Alex. But for Saar, half of me wanted to run, the other half wanted to stab her in the gut.

So, I was thankful when Alex decided to take up the conversation.

"How about your Valkyrie? Who brought you?" She demanded.

The gunslinger grimaced "Didn't get a name. But uh, she had a green head scarf I think? I don't know what she was doing all the way in Belgium though."

Looking past the new einherji, who was still standing in the doorway, not letting us in, I saw a flag billowing in the cold wind; black, yellow and red stripes, the country flag. Makes sense with the accent.

In Saar's story, she had depicted Sam, who we still haven't seen or heard from. I could tell Alex was troubled by that as well.

A long Viking horn echoed through the halls, the weekly siege was starting soon.

Mallory seemed relieved at the sound. "Siege is in ten minutes, see you on the field newbie." With that, she stalked off. Halfborn's body was gone, and should be revived before we start killing each other. Today was not going to be his day. TJ still looked like he wanted to talk, but the military war battles outweighed and he limped off, still rubbing his behind.

As Saar shut the door again, Alex walked hastily to her room as I followed.

"Hey, hey," I caught up and bravely laid a hand on her shoulder. "We'll probably see Sam at the feast, we can learn everything from her."

I don't know if my reassurance helped, but it was the least I could do. Alex looked at her door, then down at the hand on my shoulder, still troubled.

"I hope you're right Chase," she admitted, "but that's not what's worrying me."

She didn't elaborate further. She pulled away from me and stormed into her room, leaving me in the hallway. After our encounter with the mysterious demigod, the hallways seemed to warm up a bit. Or maybe it was from me.

This day was going so well, but all go things come to an end eventually.

I made my way to my room to get Jack and prepare for battle. But little did I know how much that little encounter with the gunslinger would lead to an outcome so devastating, it would spark the frost of Ragnorok.

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FIRST CHAPTER OF MAGNUS CHASE!

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