Flip of a Coin [A Mad Sweeney Fanfic]

Flying Home

Song: American Gods Main Theme

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While sitting in my seat, on my way to pick up Shadow, the plane starts to rumble. It settles down and we soon land.

I get a taxi to the prison and see him in the distance, walking up with an army of police officers. He smiles slightly and waves a little.

"Hi," I spoke up.

"Hi," he replied.

"You ready to go home?" I asked him, appreciatively.

"Yea, I'm not ready for Laura's funeral though," he muttered sadly.

"They told you that in there?" I asked, shocked.

"Yea, just as I was about to leave," he stated lowly.

"Shit, Shadow. I'm sorry," I replied, words full of pity.

He just looked away, letting me know he wanted to leave. Before we moved anywhere, I embraced him in a tight hug and cupped his face with my hands.

"No one should have to go through this bullshit, Shadow," I spoke, trying to soothe him for the trip home.

When we arrived at the airport and were checking in, a strange man came up to the counter. He began acting as if he was mentally disabled, which caused the woman at the counter to move his seat to first class. He explains to us how if you act crazy, you may get what you want.

On the flight, the man sat at the isle across from us. I look into his thoughts and hear, "I think he will take a liking to her." I stare at him, utterly confused and at the same time, terrified. He sees this and glares, thinking it may soil whatever plans he has.

The man turns back to Shadow and explains that he has an offer for him, a job. Having no reason to go back to his old life, he listens.

Shadow asks him what his name is and gets the response, "What day is it?"

"Wednesday," I state in a monotone voice.

"It's my day," he bellows, telling us to call him Mr. Wednesday.

My eyes just about bulge out of my head after reading his thoughts. One simple word, "Odin," is all I can gather. I know who he is, the Norse God Odin, the all-father, bringer of death and destruction. He must be able to know when his thoughts are read, because he glares at me again.

"You cannot tell him. His purpose is bigger than you could ever dream." Mr. Wednesday spats telepathically.

"Okay. You don't have to worry about me, as long as Shadow doesn't get hurt in whatever plans you have for him," I glared back at him. I could tell we weren't going to be close buddies.