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First published February 28, 2017
“Fuck the gods,” I said again, a little louder this time. Just double-checking. “Fuck the fucking gods!” I screamed. I had no excuse for that one. It just felt good.”
" I mean … I know things have happened so fast, but … did you consider turning it down?”
I hadn’t. Not even once, actually. Which was odd because I was pretty certain I would die there.”
“Which actually wasn’t a bad idea. I mean … I had a candlestick, and Fakey made it look super easy to use as a weapon. I could totally take Point on this. And, let’s not forget that I had stabbed a god before. That practically made me an expert in god-fighting.”
“It wasn’t the tree that had surprised me, though. It was the guy tied to the tree, and the guy standing before him, holding up a crossbow. He was blindfolded, and the guy tied to the tree was laughing”
“The sols admittedly looked a little put-off, but I was sure it was only because they hadn’t actually thought that I would try to get myself sentenced to death. Pfft. They clearly didn’t know me.”
“but Yael was meeting my stare, and he had this knowing expression on his face that made me want to sucker-punch him in the face.
So …
Yeah.
That’s how I ended up sucker-punching a sacred sol on my second sun-cycle”
“I knew that he was moments away from kicking the door down like a crazy, deranged sol, so I quickly raised my fist and knocked. They all turned to stare at me, looking like I’d just stolen their favourite toy and ripped its head off.
“What?” I asked defensively. “Just trying to be polite.”
“We’re here to kill her,” Siret reminded me, his voice a frustrated groan."
“I gave him a surprised look, but he only met my eye stubbornly. Challenging me to argue with him. Well … I wasn’t going to argue with him before, but he challenged me, dammit”
“I tossed out my hands to catch myself, forgetting that I was holding the knife … And that was how I stabbed a God in Topia.”
"There’s a knife in your chest, you idiot!” I realised that screaming at him probably wasn’t going to help the situation, but I couldn’t seem to control myself.”
“It’s your own fault, Will. What did I tell you about walking?”
“That I should leave it to the experts.”
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I Want All The Abcurses*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“... I don’t even want to be around them all the time. I’m sick of them. I never want to see them again. Except Aros; he smells nice. And Rome, because he’s so strong I’m pretty sure not even Rau can get past him. I don’t need the others. Except Siret. I’m pretty sure he hates me, but he’s really good at catching me like just before I face-plant into something. But the others, I don’t need them. Not at all.” I paused, my brow furrowing, my mouth pursing, and then I quickly blurted, “Except Coen and Yael. Coen is really good at making decisions, and if I leave out Yael he’ll probably hunt me the hell down and haunt me—”
“That’s all of them,” Emmy interrupted smoothly. She didn’t sound panicked anymore. Now she sounded like she was trying not to laugh.
Some things in life were a given. It was a given that the sols were the bridge between the dwellers and the gods.
Dwellers would always be worthless to the world, and I would always be worthless to the worthless.
WHAT I LIKED:
✓ → The boys.
✓ → The funniness.
✓ → The lightness.
✓ → The story.
✓ → The friendships.
✓ → The easiness.
✓ → Did I mention the boys?
WHAT I DIDN'T LIKED:
✗ → The clumsiness; became a bit too much.
✗ → The idiocy.
✗ → Willa acting dumb at times.
That’s how I ended up sucker-punching a sacred sol on my second sun-cycle of being one of the Luckiest Dwellers in the World.
I tossed out my hands to catch myself, forgetting that I was holding the knife … And that was how I stabbed a God in Topia.
Some things in life were a given. It was a given that the sols were the bridge between the dwellers and the gods. It was a given that some of them would become gods, after they died—while the rest of us would only become ash. It was a given that they would always be more important, and that the dwellers would remain their slaves until there were no dwellers left, and the sols had taken over everything. It was also a given that I’d never be picked to go to Blesswood Academy, because I never got picked for anything.
Blesswood was Minatsol’s most holy city, housing the only academy dedicated to the gods. The gods even came down to Blesswood once a moon-cycle to survey the sols—to watch them fight it out in the arena, or outsmart each other in strategy games. Not every sol would get chosen to join the gods, but those that did were always chosen from Blesswood.
She was smart like that, and lucky like that, and people loved the hell out of her. They didn’t love the hell out of me; they ran the hell away from me. It wasn’t like I was a bad person or anything, I just … had a lot of accidents. I didn’t mean accidents like I ate glue and then peed myself on a regular basis. I just tripped more than usual, and accidentally set things on fire more than what would be considered ‘normal’. I got kicked out of the village school only one moon-cycle before graduation for accidentally making one of the teachers bald. How do you accidentally make someone bald? That’s a good question. All you really need is a bucket of warm tar to accidentally toss onto the back of their head. How do you get a bucket of warm tar? You don’t go looking for it or anything—or at least I didn’t. It was just sitting on the road outside the school and I thought I should carry it inside to ask what it was.
“You’re a boy!” I returned, a dose of horror shot into my tone, my finger raised in a point. “What are you doing in the girl’s area?”
He had a moment. He totally had a moment. I could see it all over his face—before he realised that he’d just finished cleaning the rooms that he always cleaned, and then confusion descended. “What are you doing in the male dorm?”
“Exploring my sexuality.” I leaned against the cart, propping my elbow, wiping my expression into something neutral. “How am I doing?”
“I can see your nipples. Your shirt’s wet.”
Coen and Rome were the twins. Which would mean that their poor, poor mother had given birth to one set of monster twins, and then—as if that wasn’t bad enough—a set of monster triplets. Just to make a complete little monster set.
“No one ever hugs us for no reason.” His voice was a whispered caress across my body. Like the sweetest, most seductive breeze ever. “No one gives themselves without expecting something in return. You honoured us, little dirt-dweller.”
Wow. Back-handed compliment much?
“I want to keep her around,” Yael murmured, glancing toward the bed. “She makes me laugh. I can’t tell if she’s stupid or brave. I want to figure it out.”
He dropped my hand, and I knew that he was moments away from kicking the door down like a crazy, deranged sol, so I quickly raised my fist and knocked.
They all turned to stare at me, looking like I’d just stolen their favourite toy and ripped its head off.
“What?” I asked defensively. “Just trying to be polite.”
“We’re here to kill her,” Siret reminded me, his voice a frustrated groan.
“Don’t see why we can’t kill her politely,” I muttered back.
I was so riled, I whipped my shirt up over my head and tossed it across the room without any hesitation whatsoever. My bra was next as I flicked it free, shorts and underwear following soon after. Well, kind of. I got them to my ankles and then as I tried to kick them free, I tripped over backwards, clipping the edge of one of the sinks and landing flat on my face. My shriek would have been loud and piercing, if it hadn’t been muffled by the shirt I’d landed on. The one I’d just flung off my body. Like a stubborn idiot with a penchant for nudity.
I really need to think things through more often.
There was a beat of dead silence, before one of them groaned. Aros’s words were far less smooth than usual. “I’m out, guys.”
The sound of steps and then a door shutting followed. I knew I should roll over and get back to my feet, but now that I’d managed to make a fool of myself for the hundredth time in front of them, I really didn’t want to move. My ass was showing, but nothing else. Which seemed like something I could deal with.
Something warm draped over my body, and I lifted my head to find Siret crouched right beside me. “I thank the gods every single sun-cycle that you tripped into our lives, Soldier.” His smile was so bright, like he was on the verge of laughing.
’Emmy was family.
But those Abcurses?
They were … they were the missing piece.
It was like coming home.
I wouldn’t call them family, the way Emmy was family, but I belonged with them, and they belonged with me. It was that simple.
We were six shades of weird, all stitched into the same cloth, and without even one of us, the whole thing would unravel’
’I’d heard, once, that all the gods were defined by certain colours, but the only part of that particular lesson that had actually stuck with me had been the fact that Death’s colour was black.
It just seemed so … predictable.
Where’s the creativity, gods?
I didn’t see why Death couldn’t have pink. Or purple.
What if he liked sparkles?’
“How the hell have you stayed alive this long?” he asked.
I shrugged, trying to catch my breath. “No idea, it’s been a rough road.”
Coen took the lead, dropping my shirt to grab my hand instead, and we stopped in front of Number 113. He dropped my hand, and I knew that he was moments away from kicking the door down like a crazy, deranged sol, so I quickly raised my fist and knocked. They all turned to stare at me, looking like I’d just stolen their favourite toy and ripped its head off.
"What?” I asked defensively. “Just trying to be polite.”
“We’re here to kill her,” Siret reminded me, his voice a frustrated groan.
“Don’t see why we can’t kill her politely,” I muttered back
“All of the above,” Yael stated. “No kissing, no sex, and no corruption. Nothing that goes past friendship. From now on, we treat her like one of us. A sixth brother. A sixth girl-brother—”
“A sister?” Coen interrupted, his face creasing up in disgust.
“No.” Yael shook his head. “Fuck no. A girl-brother.”
“That sounds like a sister—”
“A girl-brother and that’s final!” Yael snapped
theres the twin;
🦩coen (pain)
🦩rome (strength)
and the triplet;
🦩aros (seduction)
🦩yael (persuasion)
🦩siret (trickery).