New Olympus Saga (Book 1): Armageddon Girl by C.J. Carella

Author:C.J. Carella [Carella, C.J.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Fey Dreams Productions
Published: 2013-12-24T05:00:00+00:00

Hunters and Hunted

Chicago, Illinois, March 14, 2013

God is in the details. Take care of enough details, and you could kill God.

Mr. Night tittered at his own witticism. On the next street over, a wino sleeping off his last binge heard the laughter, went into convulsions and choked to death on his own tongue. Mr. Night noted the man’s passing with a smile. Another little detail ironed out. Seven billion to go.

He walked the dark streets of Chicago and the few people he passed by got the hell out of his way. The walk was inconvenient, but the same protections he had set around his place of business to prevent pesky interlopers – like one Mr. Damon Trent, a.k.a. the Lurker – from interfering with his business also made teleportation there impossible. He had instead arrived to Chicago in a blind alley a few blocks away. The exertions of this evening’s travels had left him feeling a bit peaked, but he managed the walk nonetheless.

The third-floor office in the low-rent building beckoned him. The building was empty at this time of night and most of it was vacant anyway. Although he never misbehaved there – don’t shit were you eat was good advice as well as a delightful expression – most people didn’t find him an agreeable neighbor. Only one fellow tenant had remained in the building for more than six months after Mr. Night moved into the neighborhood, and he was a sour old accountant, a secret serial killer with a soul as black as coal, just the kind of fellow who would feel warm and cozy in the vicinity of Mr. Night and all his works. One of these days Mr. Night must pay him a friendly visit to get acquainted and exchange stories. The murderous accountant would not survive the experience, but in the end he was yet another detail to iron out.

The receptionist was at her desk when he entered the office. Wanda never left her desk, and would never leave it until he finally released her into that good night. He had recruited her from a local morgue, a nice young woman who had run into a mugger with a sharp knife and a taste for death. Wanda’s corpse had been fresh when Mr. Night appropriated it, and she still looked rather nice, if perhaps a teensy bit gray around the edges.

Wanda looked up when he walked in: her eyes were devoid of emotion or personality. The dead woman’s soul and consciousness were trapped inside a very special place of Mr. Night’s creation, screaming her notional lungs off in utter agony and despair, along with a select few others. The poor girl must be quite insane by now. The thought warmed the cockles of his heart, darn him if it didn’t.

“Any messages, my dear?” he asked her politely.

Wanda's dead eyes glanced at the computer on her desk, then back at him. “Mr. Twist left instructions to call him tonight,” she said in a pleasant voice.

“Thank you, Wanda.

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