For Centuries: Book 2 Of The Godling Series (Sequel To Killing Garmin)

Chapter 35

I wake up to no sun shining on my face, which is weird because there usually- oh yeah. I open my eyes and look around. It doesn't look like Cal has gotten up yet. I turn around in the bed and see shirtless Cal staring at me with messy hair. He has that young, tired look that makes him look so adorable.

"G'morning, Mo," he says.

"Good morning," I reply. "How did you sleep?"

"Slept really good, once we actually tried to sleep," he smiles and laughs a bit.

I roll my eyes at him.

"I love you," Cal says.

"I love you," I repeat. "What time is it?"

"I don't know. Probably around 9."

"Oh," I say. "I don't wanna get up yet."

"Me neither," Cal replies. "But we should. I mean, we can't just ditch work."

"Work. What a weird job we have."

I sit up and swing my legs off the edge of the bed. I get back into the original clothes I was in yesterday and then Cal's phone goes off.

"Can you check that?" he asks, putting on his shirt.

"Sure," I reply.

It's a message from one of the commanders, and not a good one.

Get the godling. Something happened to Sam

"Um, Cal," I say and he looks back at me. "Something happened to Sam."

"What?" he demands, looking alert. "What happened?"

"I don't know, but we have to get to the factory."

Cal nods and we rush out the door and to our cars. Cal gets in his and I in mine. We drive to the factory, probably driving way over the speed limit, but there's no time and no point in worrying about that. We pull up to the factory and jump out of our cars. We run through the factory doors and that's where we see a small crowd of people.

We push through the people to see what's in the middle. There are doctors and nurses around a person. Sam. He has a sword sticking through him and he's laying on his side. I look over at Cal and he's staring down at Sam with wide, shocked eyes.

"What happened?" he demands to anyone who's listening.

"We were attacked," someone says. "He got hit. No one else got seriously hurt. The remaining people are over there."

They gesture to a line of people with their hands tied.

"Why aren't you taking out the sword?" Cal questions, panic and urgency streaming throughout his voice.

"If we take out the sword, it'll be way too painful for him to handle," a doctor says. "And, if he doesn't die from the pain, he'll die from blood loss."

"And if we don't take the sword out," another doctor says. "Well, let's just say, it's not looking good. We can't move him, either. We can't do anything for him. I'm really sorry."

"What?!" Cal exclaims. "No! You have to help him! You have help him. Please."

"I'm sorry," a nurse says. "We can't do anything."

"Cal," Sam says, quietly. "It's okay..."

"No, Sam," Cal says. "Please! Do something! Can't you do anything for him?"

"No, we can't," a doctor says. "I'm so sorry."

"Sam..." I trail off quietly.

"It's okay," Sam says. "I'm okay."

And just like that, he's dead. He's actually dead. He lays, unmoving, his gave on nothing but the deepest depths of darkness of death.

"The time of death is 9:57 am," a doctor says, looking at his watch.

"No!" Cal almost shrieks. "No!"

Tristan appears at our sides out of nowhere.

"I'm really sorry," he says.

I look over at Cal who is staring at the floor with pain, sadness, anger, and so many other emotions in his eyes. I can't believe it. I can't believe Sam is gone. Out of nowhere, Cal grabs Tristan's gun.

"Hey-" Tristan says.

"No one touch me," he growls and walks over to the people sitting at the wall. "Who sent you?"

"No one sent us," one of the people say. "We are loyal to Fongratch."

Fongratch?

"Who?" he demands pointing the gun at them.

No one speaks. I try to move but can't. He must have used mind control. Cal takes off the safety and starts shooting down the row of people.

"Cal!" I yell. "Stop."

He gets to the last person and kills them. He spins around. He points the gun at Tristan's head and pulls the trigger. There are no bullets left. He throws the gun to the ground and goes up to Tristan. There's something on his arm. It looks like black ink spreading up his arm and I see some on his neck.

"You did this!" He practically shrieks. "You did this! You didn't tell anyone what Fongratch told you before you killed him! This is your fault. This is all your fault. You killed him!"

Cal turns and heads for the door.

"Nobody follow me," he snarls.

Cal opens the door and walks through it.

And then he was gone.