The Godsverse Chronicles

Magic: Chapter 6

"Ugh!" I flopped back on the bed. "This sucks. Not only do I have no money, but if I can't find those scumbags, I can't make them pay. If I don't make this right, my name is dirt in every crime syndicate on the West Coast, and they'll all be gunning for my head. I'll have to go into hiding. Change my name—become a hermit."

"Ollie is a weird name anyway. Maybe you should change it." Anjelica was a little too perky for me at the moment.

"That's not the point," I groaned.

"I know. I'm just trying to distract you. Is it working?"

I sighed. "Kind of."

"Good," Anjelica said with a smile. She seemed to smile at everything, no matter the situation. "What's Ollie short for, anyway? Oh god, it is short for something, right? No offense, but I met your mom, and she doesn't seem to hate you enough to name you Ollie."

I chuckled. "Oh, you would be surprised. Ollie is short for Oleander."

I was surprised when Anjelica paused before saying, "That's unusual but pretty."

"My mother's last name is White, so she thought it was a funny joke because I poisoned everything I touched. Even her."

"I don't get it."

"White oleander is a highly poisonous plant," Kimberly said without looking away from the computer screen. "Effective, too."

"Exactly." I turned to her. "So yeah, she hates me plenty."

"Hey!" Kimberly shouted, cutting through the sudden, sad silence. "I think I have something."

"Thank god." I pushed myself to stand. "You found who's trying to kill me?"

"No," Kimberly replied. "I think I know what Apocalypse they are trying to start, though."

I glared. "Oh goodie, the least important part of all this."

"Not to me!" Anjelica's eyes bulged when she spoke, and she scrambled over to the computer. "So, hush. Kimberly doesn't have to help us. She's doing it out of the good in her heart." She placed a hand on Kimberly's shoulder. "Don't worry about Ollie. She's just grumpy because she lost three million dollars, and her mom gave her a stupid name. Please, continue."

I raised my hand in the air to protest but faltered. She'd kind of nailed it.

"Thanks for the permission I didn't need," Kimberly said. "A few months ago, I loaded all the information I have ever found about every apocalyptic scenario into this computer to help me find some connection between them." She typed something else, and the text changed. "I fed everything we know about you into the system, and it did whatever computers do—"

"—processed information," Phil added, though I was very sure Kimberly knew exactly what they did.

"Yeah, that," Kimberly said, her words dripping with sarcasm. "A Wudi philosopher named Lui predicted the end of the world would come 'when the Fire Eye ran around the world in the year when the marked leader rises in the West'."

"Very ominous, definitely," Anjelica said. "This whole night has been filled with ominous signs. I had a grand total of zero ominous signs in my life before today. I miss those days."

Kimberly waited for Anjelica to finish. "Anyway, I thought he was talking about Europe or even the USA, even though it wouldn't exist for thousands of years, but then I realized almost everywhere is west of China since it borders the ocean on its eastern coast. What if he was talking about the Soviet Union? He could have been talking about Gorbachev, who has a huge birthmark on his head and just came to power. It all fits."

"Except for the comet," I said.

Kimberly smiled. "Actually, a pretty big comet is going to come dangerously close to hitting Earth in two hours, right before sunrise."

"Bull plop," Anjelica said. "I haven't heard about any comet. Wouldn't something like that be on the news?"

"Yeah." I nodded in agreement. "Why haven't we heard about it?"

"Because nobody has," Phil said flatly. "My tech is far superior to anything on Earth. One day, you primitive monkeys will realize there is almost always a comet circling Earth."

"That's good news!" I said. "If the comet will pass by in two hours, then she should be safe if we get her to tomorrow morning, right?"

Kimberly shook her head. "It's not that easy."

"I didn't say any of this was easy. We have a bunch of murdering demons after us. Surviving until morning will be a pain. But it's doable."

An orange glow came from the window, and I heard a familiar voice calling from outside the house. "HEY, OLLIE! Get out here!"

I peeked through the blinds to see Moloch and Balaam, holding a rocket launcher and a Gatling gun between them. The ice cream truck was on fire behind them.

"And bring the whelp!" Moloch screamed, resting the rocket launcher on his shoulder.

"You have ten seconds!" Balaam added, spinning up the Gatling gun.

"Speaking of, guys..." I turned around. "We have a problem."