[That's ironic, Christina, that you would say that because its me that comes up with the crazy ideas and its me most of the time commuting suicide as living. Just a part of the daily routine, basically. But I digress.]
The only problem with the Rivera family is that their daughter was born to be rebellious and Tina's dad is that one dad in the movies where he's like really protective of the daughter and then like the daughter does one thing and he's just like 'you are out of here' and the daughter is like 'screw you' and all that and I tend to ramble a bit, I apologize. After we got kicked out of the Rivera household, we caught a bus that would hopefully tak us to the city of Boston not the outskirts where Christina lived. On the bus, I discussed what Thoth had said to the others.
"Paul Revere?" She asked when I finished, "Uh, was he the guy who rode from Boston to Lexington and Concord saying 'the British are coming! The British are coming!'?"
"Basically," I sighed because who on Earth didn't know who Paul Revere was , "'Listen my children and you shall hear, of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.' It's a poem that's really famous."
"Well," She shrugged as the bus pulled to a stop, "It checks out."
It really did check out because right after we got off the bus, there he was. At first, it was hard to see but then the outline of a ghostly horse and rider came into view. Carter looked like he was going to say something but then the horse reared and took off down the city street. Without looking to see if te others were following, I ran. If I wasn't hosting Bast, I probably would've died but she gave me tips inside my head like 'Jump over that car' and 'there's fewer pedestrians there.' Just the plus side of being a half goddess half mortal. I ran another block before I lost him. A blue mini van pulled up beside me and the door opened revealing the others sitting in it.
"Get in!" Sadie yelled, pulling me by my shirt collar, "No time to spare."
We followed the ghost outside the city and through rough terrain until it reared to a stop in a small farm then disappeared.
"Damn!" I shouted, getting out and looking around the abandoned farm, "It led us nowhere!"
"So much for that plan," Zia sighed and exited the car, "Now what? We're in the middle of nowhere and the car is out of-"
And then the ghosts appeared. It was like someone flicked a switch and turned on a light or something. Lining one side of the farm road were dark ghosts with red eyes, firing muskets at blue ghosts on the other side with their ghostly muskets.
"Shades!" Walt yelled and we ran before another volley of shots rang out. We watched from behind a crumbling wall as the ghostly soldiers exchanged fire.
"What are those things, Walt?" I asked over the ghostly shouting and gunshots. The blue ghosts were ducking behind fences and walls while the dark ones were in a regular firing line but the dark shades had more men.
"They're called shades," he said, "Chaos magic. You could literally build an army of dead people by summoning their ghosts."
"Can they be killed?" Me and Carter asked in unison which made him do a double take.
"As far as I know, yeah," Walt said, "But which ones do we kill?"
"How about the black ones with glowing red eyes?" Christina said sarcastically which seemed like a liable plan altogether.
Killing ghosts isn't a simple task. Especially when they have guns.
We went around to try and take them from the side which didn't really work out because suddenly instead of just those shades more appeared. And those ones seemed out for us. Meanwhile, I had out my gun and my knife and I was handling waves of the dark shades as they converged on the barn. I didn't know what had happened to te blue shades. I didn't want to know.
"Carter!" I yelled as I held them back from the barn door. All six of us were inside and were desperately trying to keep them out, "We need a way out of here!"
Carter sliced another with his khopesh and it disappeared before he yelled, "There must be someone out there controlling them! If we find them, the shades will probably disappear!"
I didn't like the word probably but Bast gave me an idea. It wasn't an easy idea but it would work.
"I need someone to take the door for a second!" I called out as I pushed the barn door closed before more of them converged on us. They were strong, I'll give them that.
"Got it!" Christina yelled, taking my place. I looked at her questionably and she grinned, "I know how to fight," She put down the door bar as well, "Now go!"
I ran up the rackety wood stairs and found an open window. Using my cat powers, I switched into a small and nimble cat and jumped out of the window. When I fell, I landed on my feet without getting hurt before I changed back to human and yelled out, "Hey, Assbutts!"
All the shades turned to me instead of the barn and I thought, 'Uh oh.'
Then they charged and I ran. And all I could think of as I ran was 'Chasing the redcoats down the lane then crossing the fields to emerge again.'
I'm a sociopath.
