The Misfortunes of Being a Demigod

9 ~ Angry Grandmas

If someone would have told Malia three weeks ago she would be fighting old ladies with a deadly addiction to knitting, she would have laughed in their face.

But now anything seems possible. Malia has to worry about monsters tracking her every move and the fate of love resting in her hands. She wants to kick Eros in the balls for giving her such a dumb quest.

"AAAAARGGGGGGG!!!!!!" Connor roars as he charges the old lady with knitting needles.

"Connor! Wait!" Malia tries to warn. But Connor is Connor. He doesn't listen. All he sees is the opportunity to prove his bravery.

With his sword held high and all the confidence in the world, Connor attempts to slash the old lady across the chest.

He never gets the chance. The old lady multiplies until she has cloned herself six times. Her reflections bounce around the bus, leaving Connor to slash thin air. Before he gets a chance to realize the mistake, the monster appears from behind him and raises the needle in the air preparing to kill.

Malia stares in shock.

If it wasn't for Phillip, Connor would have been dead.

From behind, she hears the clicking of a gun before a loud BANG rings her ears. Quicker than any bullet could possibly move, the Celestial bronze implants itself into the forehead of the monster. Instantly she explodes into dust - much which coats Connor from head-to-toe.

Phillip's mouth quivers. "Awh, come on! No blood!?" He aims the gun again at the other shrieking monsters, releasing with no hesitation as if his hand has been replaced with a pistol since the day he was born.

The teenage girl knocks herself out of her thoughts.

Just as quickly as Phillip and Connor kill off the monsters, they multiply until it's thirty against three. Stray bullets knock against the metal of the bus, implanted bullet holes the size of Malia's head. People are screaming and crying, trying to get off the bus. Some even resort to climbing out the windows.

Connor slashes his sword, meaning to aim for the old lady, but ends up swiping it across the throat of a twelve-year-old boy. Of course the weapon goes straight through the kid but it doesn't stop him from screaming bloody murder.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Connor pleads before raising his sword to block a blow.

Malia isn't sure what the crowd sees. She assumes they believe they're witnessing a group of teenager attack defenseless old ladies.

"Don't just stand there!" Phillip yells over the ruckus. "Do something!"

She looks down at the weapon in her hand suddenly wishing she had more training.

Before she has the chance to approach a monster herself, one appears in front of her. It bares its sharp teeth, flaunting the enormous needle in its crocodile hand.

Wasting no time, Malia jabs her sword into the monsters stomach. She's easily blocked. In return, the monster swings the needle with perfect precision. The young demigod jumps backwards but not quick enough. The tip of the needle gashes her cheek.

Malia leans over and spits out blood. She raises her hand to inspect the deep wound, narrowing her eyes as the monster pauses - staring at her. Waiting and smirking for the next move.

She clenches her fist.

You see, When Malia Thompson gets angry there is no stopping the destruction in your wake. She turns into pure furry, red flaming eyes and snarling sharp teeth. She abruptly turns around, screaming as she hacks her sword in every which direction.