Meadow Caesar was in awe-struck by everything that just happened-the dock and the mist. Meadow blinked a couple of times in disbelief as she and Fred came to a halt. "What are you doing?" Meadow began to question. "Didn't you say we had to get out of here?"
The cool, ocean waves lapped at the shore.
"We do," Fred began to tell her as he kneeled down, brushing the sand away to reveal a box. He opened the panel on it, hit a button, closed the lid, and covered it up again.
Up from the waves-that had started out as gentle but cascaded in somewhat violent-rose a submarine.
"Is that yours?" Meadow questioned, eyeing the ginger boy.
Fred nodded. "Yeah." He clambered on top, twisting the top off. Then, he held a hand out to Meadow, which she took. Fred pulled her up and led her down into the submarine, shutting the top after they had gotten in. Fred hit a button right by the ladder.
After Fred hit the button, Meadow watched through the windows as the submarine submerged underwater again.
"Fred?" Greg began, approaching the other man. "What's going on here?" The younger Yvie brother began to gesture to Meadow.
Fred beckoned Greg closer. "You remember what I told you about the specters, right?"
Greg responded with, "Death's lackeys? Yeah, I do remember them."
Fred told Greg, "Meadow and I had a run in with them in the old dockyard."
Greg eyed Meadow who was taking a seat at a table near the ladder. "What happened?"
Fred swallowed. "We were on a dock. The mist rushed, shook the air, and shattered the dock. We plunged into the ocean."
Greg reached forward, brushing some wet hair out of Fred's face. "That would explain your hair... and your clothes." Greg leaned in closer to him. "And what's with her?"
Fred then whispered something barely audible to Greg.
Greg's eyes grew wide.
"Will one of you nerds let me copy your trigonometry homework?" Meadow asked, putting her bag to the side.
Of course, she got no response.
Meadow rolled her brown eyes. "Thought at least one of you would help me since you clowns forced me to have a sleep-over with you." Meadow unzipped the bag, pulling out her textbook and flipping to where the worksheet sat. She groaned angrily. "Dammit. The ocean soaked my homework."
Greg approached Meadow.
"Finally some help," Meadow began to say.
Greg then slammed the book shut, flinging a little bit of salt water into Meadow's eyes.
"Hey! What the hell!" Meadow cursed as she kept rubbing her eyes in hopes to get the water out of them.
"You don't need to worry about this," Greg said, gesturing to the book laid out before Meadow. "You're part of something bigger. Much bigger."
Meadow blinked a couple of times before fully blinking her eyes open. Meadow snorted. "Yeah, I guess the submarine I'm in is way larger than the textbook."
Greg impulsively hit Meadow in the back of the head.
"What the hell was that for?" Meadow questioned as she rubbed the back of her head.
"Your smart-ass attitude," Greg began to tell her. "That's my thing... an occasionally Jason, Zak, and Ochard's."
"Who the hell are Jayden, Zeke, and Orchard?" Meadow inquired.
Fred sighed. "Jason, Zak, and Ochard are other members of our team."
"So they're nerds...like you?" Meadow asked.
"Zak isn't," Greg started to tell her. "You've gotta be smart to be a nerd and Zak's far from it."
"Ochard is more of a jock type then anything," Fred inputted.
"Also I'm pretty sure Jason is an assassin-" Greg started.
"Alright, alright. I get it." Meadow stood. "Your 'team' is made up of a lot of different people. And you want me to be... the hot one or something?"
"No," Greg pulled a face. "That's Fred... and Xanthus."
"Okay... then, you lost me," Meadow started to say. "If that's not my role then what am I here for?"
Fred pointed to Meadow's pendant. "In the world of paranormal, pendants like that are gifted to those with connections to powerful archangels. And you my friend are a child of the archangel Michael."
Meadow's eyes grew wide. "What the shit?"
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Project Dead
Paranormal"We were unstoppable... unbeatable, but yet, we were tore apart like junk mail." _____ The Paranormal Squad, founded by the Lord of Hell's very own nephew, Damien, was feared by all. But now? They've been dismantled by a couple of rebel creatures. ...
