People like to pretend otherwise but I’m an easy going person. If I wasn’t more people would get hurt. When I knock Evie over during a race or shake the hand of a stranger no one ever gets hurt. I could break bones. It would be easy too. A little more pressure and snap. When girls crash into me in derby I fall on my own. 150 pounds on wheels doesn’t scare me. If I didn’t it would be the same as them smashing full speed into a wall. I’ll walk away without a scratch. I’ve survived bullets, fireballs and a head on train collision that one time. I don’t need to hurt anyone though. Why you ask? I already know I could kill everyone in the room. Everyone else in the room knows it too. Most people don’t realize they know but I see them flinch. The current problem in someone out there has forgotten this. If they were thinking right they’d remember what happens next.
I knew everyone else was feeling the shadow over Phoenix growing as well. Jack called me before he headed out after a lead. He calls me mid route some days but most of the time it’s five minutes after he found the problem. If he wants me there before he’s found a problem then we all have a big problem. We met up at Twitch’s. I brought Evie along and Connor was already there. We all agreed there was a cult problem in town. They were summoning lots of shadow creatures. More of the rock piles were showing up around town. This had the homeless spooked pretty bad. I don’t blame them as Connor says they are just muggles. Not meant to deal with problems of this size. That’s why monsters like me exist to put a fear into the other monsters. Then normal people can live a peaceful life.
Connor and Twitch played around on the computer for a while. In the end they found a place that the cult was meeting. I understand my phone, my laptop and the Xbox but what Connor does is Black Magic. Useful black magic but black magic all the same. We set out for a warehouse. Connor’s ‘apprentice’ of sorts wanted to join us. Long Legs knows how to run when the going gets tough so I didn’t have a problem with him joining. We were Norse on a hunt though so there was no stopping the JUGGERNAUT. I grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him off the sidewalk but he joined us in the van. I felt him cop a feel but he’s 16 I’d be more insulted if he didn’t.
The warehouse was dark. All the windows covered up by boards. I paused when we got out of the van. I could run full speed through the front doors but that doesn’t help my team. We entered together. It was dark in the warehouse dark enough my enhanced vision was suffering. I got the spider sense about the same time as Twitch. He jumped as a chill went down my neck. The fight was on. My first thoughts went to Jack, Connor and Long Legs. Jack and Connor were close enough I could get to them in seconds if something happened. Long Legs stayed in the van. Then my thoughts went to Evie and Twitch. Both of them were capable. Evie would take the skies in a moment these shadows wouldn’t even touch her. Twitch had his shotgun out. I knew everyone was as safe as they could be. I charged. There were creatures using the same powers as Connor to hide. If I was starting to doubt Loki’s guilt this was check in the Loki did it column. While myself and Evie went on the attack. Jack, Connor and Twitch ensured there was plenty of light. Hell Twitch did his explosion of heavenly essence attack and that was pretty good. I killed six shadowmen. The rest of the team dispatched the other four. We offered Long Legs a mercy kill of the last shadow but he declined. I can’t tell if that’s the American pantheon or the 16 year old in him. Either way he’s got a long way to go to become a warrior.
When we got back to Twitch’s his father was already waiting on us. Grandpa had planned a ritual of some sort just for us and Heimdall was here for the pickup. The trip up took a while. I had plenty of time to think. I am a predator, a benevolent predator but a predator. Anyone who wants to live a peaceful life in my territory is welcome. Those who bring malice, poisons and death into my territory don’t get to stay. Everything has been so calm I haven’t raided in months. A trespasser moved in during that time. They preyed on that peace turning it into misery. I blame myself. I showed weakness in my comfort I should have been more vigilant. It’s time to clean house again. It’ll take time, sweat and blood. Not my blood but when I find whoever brought this shadow to town it’ll be theirs. I’ll remind them why I’m so easy going. Because when I decide to kill someone there are few people who can stop me.