Monster Rising (Unchosen Academy Book 3) by Buffy Brown

Author:Buffy Brown [Brown, Buffy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Storybook Publishing
Published: 2020-01-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The servant girls in the Royal Tower want to get rid of Honeybee. I tell them to buzz off and leave the poor bee alone.

Yes. I brought Honeybee along with me. I need a friend to accompany me if I am going to spend the night in here. If the world comes down to this, that my last friend on earth is a bee, so “bee” it, and just let it “bee.”

The servant girls are all giggly at how dirty and blood-spattered my body is. Blood seems to make girls giggle these days. Like cybernetic Geishas, they point at my messed-up hair and laugh at each other. I look in the fancy, curvy mirror in this fancy, white-motif royal room and laugh too. My hair — or should I say, what’s left of it — is all dust, mud, blood, and mostly scraped out. I lost bits and pieces of it in every game I played, especially the last one when Carnivore slashed at it, and ripped some of it away.

I turn back to the girls and laugh. Poor beautiful Nines working as servants for Xitler, washing his clothes, rubbing his feet, and who knows what else. They are all dressed in white fluffy transparent dresses, have red manicures, and wear red lipstick. All giggles, no brains.

Woo told me about those girls. I thought it was a myth. None of them knows she is a Nine. The iAm manipulates them into being ranked Fives, claiming they have some deficiency, so they can be Prophet Xitler’s servants. They are called Malikas. The public shouldn’t know about them. They are Prophet Xitler’s personal faeries.

The Malikas are here with me to wash me and prepare me, maybe give me a massage, and let me drink pink juice out of dandelion cups. It’s my last night before I die, you know. I can have whatever I want.

I walk barefoot among them, guiding Honeybee to a vase full of real dandelions I have just ordered — every other flower in the Royal Tower is plastic.

When the Malikas start to bug me, I ruffle my stiff hair and pose like a monster, clawing my fingers and making faces. They shriek and step back. One of them even cries when I do that.

“How many seconds would the likes of you last in the Playa?” I say to her, rolling my eyes.

They don’t reply. Malikas are mute. Don’t ask. I don’t know why. I have a headache from thinking about how to beat Carnivore.

The barber I have asked for arrives. He pulls out his machine and buzzes my hair away. Yes. All of it. I am bald now. I’d rather have full and beautiful hair, or have none at all. Besides, it will help in the Monsterium. I have a plan.

I let the Malikas strip me naked and wash me. They are more than happy when they do that. I would have kept the blood of the other Monsters on my body — I would have been honored — but I need to clean and shave every part of my body.

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