Super Glitches 3: Stranded

New York, New York!

I craned my neck back and laughed. The girl lead us further into the maze of brightly-lit alleyways, talking non-stop in her cute American accent. She pointed us towards a hotel and I nodded my thanks, flashing her a smile. Georgina walked through the revolving doors, head held high. Although she seemed confident my shadows told me that she was shaking, absolutely terrified of being in another country.

I jogged up behind her and put a hand on one of her broad shoulders. She spun around in shock, fist raised, about to hit me in the face. I laughed and held my hands up in surrender. Georgina rolled her eyes and turned away again. She's a little bit shorter than me but still relatively tall for a twelve year old, around 5' 5". Her eyes are a deep gold, still cursed from her time stuck in a sketchbook (long story). She has freckles, a heart-shaped face, brown-blonde hair that falls over her shoulders in a slightly messy wave. Her smile is really sweet when she isn't displaying every bracket of her braces and narrowing her eyes at you in a grin that can cause even demons fear! Her outfit consisted of a black leather jacket, a black bow-tie she'd sourced from somewhere, black boots, black jeans and a black T-Shirt. Despite all the darkness she isn't an emo or goth; I need to brush up on my Midgardian fashions...

My name is Shaade. I'm thirteen (I think) and also the god of shadows. Well, I was. We had a bit of a run in with Odin who, after making Loki vanish, told me that I was actually a demon. My eyes were pale blue but they're now black, the entire socket consumed with darkness. My face is high cheekboned with a square jaw, waxy-looking skin shown up even more by the black. I'm always wearing a waistcoat and shirt, shoes polished to high shine. Shadows follow me around everywhere and I can create anything out of them or just use them for general use - like teleportation, for example. That's how Georgina, Rebecca, Sophie and I arrived in New York. I knew that something was wrong with our surroundings but it was all I'd ever known so until I met those human girls I knew nothing about the sketchiness. Taking hold of Georgina's hand I tapped into her thoughts, sensed a place that to her was home and just sent the shadows there, us trailing behind. 

But that's the thing with being a full demon for only about ten seconds. You don't know how to use your powers properly and instead of ending up in Birmingham, England, we arrived in New York, America.

Ah, New York, New York. I'm glad that Loki never existed in this dimension.

"Where are we going?" Sophie asked, walking up behind me. I shrugged. Sophie is a teeny-tiny bit shorter than me but a lot stronger - I have a very slender build for a guy and use the shadows as my power. Sophie was wearing her usual purple coat with a grey top and jeans. Her trainers were laced and, unlike Georgina, she had yet to trip over them. She's always smiling politely, braces nice and clean, a happy person yet a mentally unstable one at the same time. Her dark blue eyes nearly always shone merrily unless you murder her robot cat.

"Yeah, where are we going and what are we going to do with you two freaky eyes?" Rebecca added. Rebecca is the shortest out of us but the oldest. She has a slender build, a slightly pointed face and big brown eyes behind her glasses. She laughed rarely but seemed the most amused around Georgina, a natural comedian who was able to make everybody laugh. Rebecca tended to be either baring her teeth or sticking her tongue out at random strangers. She's also incredibly violent - hence, when Loki told us all those lies he made out that Rebecca was goddess of war. If you're interested then Sophie was goddess of animatronics and Georgina goddess of deciet.

We're the Super Glitches, or were at any rate. Each of us had powers that glitched and went wrong but ever since we came back into the real world all of it's gone. Well... Georgina still has cursed eyes and I'm not even human so I think that's the only shreds of magic left. 

"I think we'll stay here," I said, looking around at the hotel lobby. Everything was either red or gold, lit in a soft light. Rich Americans lolled about on the sofas, reading or talking into five-inch smartphones. 

"May I help you?" the receptionist drawled, staring directly at us. I marched up to the desk and grinned, teeth glowing white. She took in my bizzare appearance - navy waistcoat, crisp white shirt and black eyes - and cleared her throat.

"I repeat, may I help you?" she said. 

"Well, ma'am," I said, surprising the surrounding hotel guests by my (false) American accent. They'd heard Rebecca and Sophie talking and assumed we were British. "You could give us a bed for the night. Three rooms?"

"There are four of us," Georgina pointed out. The receptionist scowled at her so I distracted the woman's attention by using a shadow to tilt her head towards me.

"I was hoping we could share," I purred, gazing into her eyes. She blushed and handed me four room keys. I pouted as I was dragged away, blowing the young woman a kiss.

"Shaade," Georgina muttered as I was yanked along.

"Yes, my lady?"

"Don't call me that. And stop flirting with everyone for once, please."