I'm a Monster Hunter (Supernatural x Heroes of Olympus)

CHPT 20: Trail of Bread Crumbs

Chance's POV:

I couldn't find a trace of Michael anywhere. He wasn't on the roof and he wasn't in any of the motel rooms I peered into. He could have gone higher into the sky, but the dark cloud bank that had rolled in wasn't someplace I'd want to fly, or he could have flown into the forest behind the motel. It was hard to say. Scanning the area one last time I surfed on my trash can lid towards the forest. A twisting feeling in my gut told me I shouldn't be doing this. I was going to be in so much trouble for leaving Tia's place as it was. But another part of me knew I'd regret it if I didn't make sure Michael was okay.  He may be a legacy, but my research at the bunker told me that didn't make much of a difference to a hungry monster.

At first everything in the forest seemed normal. Big oaks wound into the sky, their branches woven together in a random weave, and the ground quiet bellow. Except for a low rustling wind, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. That's when I found the first sword slash. Ripping a big slice across the trunk of a nearby oak, I could clearly identify a sword slash. A sword that would have a similar if not identical shape to Michael's sword. Then another slash in a different tree a little ways a head, and another. Following the slashes in the trees I followed the trail deeper into the woods. Leaves rustled quietly as I zoomed past curving, dipping, and weaving to follow each mark. It was starting to get really dark and seeing through the trees ahead was getting harder and harder. Taking a bit more time and care I continued ahead until I reached a clearing with a man hole at the center.

"Of course," I grumbled to myself as I hovered near the cover. Lifting the lid a crack with my powers I peered inside. Laying  at the bottom of the rung ladder was Michael's sword. It must have been knocked free of his grip when he got dragged down here. I lifted the man hole cover fully out of the way and lowered myself into the drain. Quietly I replace the cover and picked up Michael's sword. Now my only dilemma was left or right. One direction was Michael and if I chose wrong he might die. I swallowed hard as I realized he might already be dead. My knees shook, but I took a deep breath and placed a hand on the metal pipe running along the wall. Maybe I could sense something through it that would tell me which way to go. After thrity seconds I felt something thumping the pipe to my right. Very far to my right. Zipping off on my trash can lid, I charged in the direction of the noise, hoping I wasn't too late. At the last minute I slowed and advanced to the edge of a large cavern off the side of the maintenace tunel. It was mostly natural rock and the floor of the tunel dropped away suddenly. Hanging on the bare pipe between the chunks of broken tunel floor, was Michael. His hands were bound above his head and blood ran down his cheek, but he was alive and kicking, literally. In fact he was trying to inch his way back to the tunel floor.

Hovering just inches from the floor I whisper called to him, "Michael, Michael!"

"Wha--" he twised about to see me. "Hah! Chan--"

"Shush!" I hissed. "Don't scream!"

"Right," He whispered.

"Did you see what grabbed you?" I asked as quietly as I could while trying to pierce the dark of the cave. All I could see was black.

"Anemoi Thuellai," He glanced into the dark. "I don't know who they're working for."

"What are they?"

"Storm spirits," Michael glared up at me. "What kind of half-monster are you any way?"

"The kind saving your ass," I snapped a little louder than I meant to. "So shut up!"

He didn't look happy about it, but he nodded. Slowly I floated out to him.

"Grab the pipe," I instructed as I began sawing through the ropes with his sword.