Chronicles of Nick 03 - Infamous by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon [Kenyon, Sherrilyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Occultism, Demonology, Supernatural, High Schools, Teenage Boys, Fantasy & Magic
ISBN: 9781250008169
Google: ScReHNcWZMEC
Amazon: 1250002826
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2012-03-13T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Nick couldn’t see anything. He felt like he’d been swallowed whole by darkness. It was so thick and stifling that it made it hard to breathe.

Where am I?

The last thing he remembered was Kody holding on to his leg in the ambulance while she talked to the attending EMT. Everything else was a total blur.

Am I dead?

Where would a dead Catholic Malachai spend eternity, anyway? That was a scary and sobering thought. And a question he didn’t ever want to have an answer for.

All right, if I’m not dead, the next baboon who hits me with a board is going to get it shoved someplace real uncomfortable on his body. In fact, Nick would turn his attacker into a human or demon Popsicle with it.

Yeah, that’d learn them.

Smelling something rancid in the thick opaque air, he grimaced and held the back of his hand to his nose to try and block it. Gah, what was that? Smelled worse than burned powdered eggs, and he’d mistakenly thought nothing could outdo those. Well, nothing other than the one and only time he’d made the mistake of walking into the men’s restroom as Stone was walking out of it.

Oh yeah, that was definitely worse than this. He didn’t know what werewolves ate on a regular basis, but whatever it was, it rotted them from the inside out. No wonder Stone had perpetual PMS.

“Hello, there!”

He jumped at the unexpected voice coming from something that was within touching distance. “Excuse me?”

“I said, ‘hello.’ Do you not know that word? Do you not speak English?”

Not sure what to make of the strange voice, Nick stepped back from it. “I’m not sure how to respond to that. But I do speak English … most days and I understand you and the word ‘hello’.”

“Ah,” the disembodied voice said as if relieved, then he added, “I am speaking English, right?”

Nick scowled. “Um … yeah. Pretty sure.”

“Good. Sometimes it’s hard to tell. Languages come and they go. Sometimes I know them, sometimes—”

“Who are you?” Nick asked, interrupting him. “Where are we?”

“Which is it?” the stranger asked in an exasperated tone. “Who or where? Might as well throw a what in there too, just to hit all the bases. Oh, and I forgot how and why. That is all of them. At least I think it is.”

The voice paused, then counted them off. “Who, what, when, where, how, and why. Yes, that’s all of them,” he said proudly, then his tone turned to one of fretful anxiety. “Though the answer to some of them, I don’t know. Like how did you get here when you don’t know where here is? That’s kind of hard to do, isn’t it? I mean if you went someplace, shouldn’t you know how you got there and then by default, you should know where the where is because you got yourself there. Right?”

Nick felt like he’d blindly stumbled into a Who’s On First skit. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t firing on all burners. Dude was seriously listing to port and about to capsize.

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