Gods and Mortals: Fourteen Free Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Novels Featuring Thor, Loki, Greek Gods, Native American Spirits, Vampires, Werewolves, & More (254 page)

K
ara belly-flopped
onto a cold stony surface. Face glued to the floor, she raised an eyebrow. The floor vibrated against her cheek. She winced as chaotic noises hit her ears, as though thousands of voices were speaking at the same time.

Carefully, she lifted her head off the ground and looked around. Her jaw dropped.

She was surrounded by people. As she jumped to her feet, she saw they were gathered inside an assembly hall the size of ten football fields. Lines of people of every shape, size, and ethnicity twisted through a maze of offices and corridors. The air was humid, and it smelled remarkably like the ocean.

Crack!

Kara turned just in time to see the elevator with chimp 5M51 disappear back into the ground. “Well, there goes one monkey I’m not going to miss,” she muttered to herself.

The commotion was louder than a rock concert. Kara pressed her hands to her ears. There were thousands of them, and they were all dead…just like her. They pushed and shoved one another, itching to get to the front of the line. This wasn’t exactly how she had pictured the afterlife, especially not with self-satisfied apes. But then again, she had never really given much thought to the spirit world, or death for that matter. She was only sixteen and she had felt invincible.

Kara was alone, lost, and
dead
. She knew she should be feeling something like happiness. After all, she’d just discovered that life after death existed. But she couldn’t. Beside her, an oversized middle-aged man chatted happily with an old bald man.
They
looked pretty excited. Most of the walking dead around her seemed overjoyed, except for a few people who looked like she felt—nauseated and horrified.

Not knowing what else to do, Kara joined the line nearest her. She stared at her feet. She wasn't up for a chat, especially with some stout dead old guy who was prancing around as though he’d just won the lottery.

But she wasn’t
ready
to die just yet …she wasn’t
finished
. All her hopes and dreams—vanished into thin air. The soundless empty hole where her heart once lived was cold. She knew her life was over.

“Ahem.” Someone cleared their throat.

Kara kept staring at her feet.

“Excuse me, Miss. Are you feeling okay?” the man persisted.

Was there any hope that she could avoid
sharing?
Couldn’t she just disappear?

Unfortunately for Kara, it appeared that he wanted to share. “You know, it's really not
that
bad,” continued the voice.

Kara stole a look and saw that the voice belonged to the fat old man. His face was plastered with a lopsided grin. He licked his pink lips in anticipation. “We're in Horizon! Alive! Can you believe it! Well—sort of alive. We're dead, but alive! Isn't this great?!”

Kara lifted her head. She tried to fake a smile, but the corners of her mouth were sewed in place. “Yeah. It’s really great.”

The man beat the air with his arms. “This is
so
exciting!” And, with great effort, he leaped into the air and twirled. His tiny legs kicked underneath his gigantic undulating belly. He hovered for half a second, and then landed with an echoing
boom.
“Who would have thought that Horizon actually existed! Life after death…it's
real!
” If he wasn't already dead, Kara was sure his heart would burst out of his chest like red, chunky sauce and hit his neighbor smack in the face.

She studied the man for a moment. “What's Horizon?”

He stopped twirling to give her an answer. “Utopia. Shangri-la. Zion. Elysium. Horizon is the afterlife. It's real, and we're here! Isn't this wonderful?”

Kara scowled as the man spread his enthusiasm to his next victim in another row of the dearly departed. She felt a presence behind her, and turned to see that at least a hundred newly expired folk were bringing up the rear. The noise level increased, if that was actually possible. Kara hung her head and tried to cry, but no tears would come. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared into space.

Time seemed to have no effect at Orientation. Before she knew it, Kara was next in line to enter one of the score of office buildings that surrounded the acres of happy dead. She wrinkled her face and stared at the building. From the outside it looked like a regular office: beige painted walls draped with beige colored paintings, beige industrial carpeting and glass windows with beige horizontal blinds.

Creative.

The door was the only thing that looked out of place. It was ancient, with a mammoth sized wooden frame, and it was decorated with a brightly-lit neon sign which read:
Oracle Division # 998-4321, Orientation
.

Kara frowned. She wasn't sure whether or not she should knock. Sooner or later she knew she would have to make up her mind, for thousands of impatient dead people were anxiously pushing her against the door.

She sighed.
“Okay, here goes nothing.”

Making a fist with her right hand Kara raised it to the door, and as her hand lingered in the air the door swung open with a screech. The office was jam-packed. She sneaked in and stopped. A salty gust of ocean fragrance embraced her. Hundreds of scattered papers covered the ground and littered the desks. Filing cabinets filled the office, stacked on top of each other, twisting all the way to the ceiling—and then there were the giant crystals balls.

It was like a crazy bowling alley. Huge glass balls rolled across the office flattening everything in their path. Tiny old men ran balanced on top of the spheres like circus acrobats, their silver gowns flowing behind them. Using their bare feet, they maneuvered the balls effortlessly in all directions. Like single entities, man and ball moved as one.

The crystal balls bumped into cabinets, and the men rummaged through the contents. They tossed their long white beards over their shoulders, flipped through papers, and caused an avalanche of white parchment. Kara’s eyes darted to a drifting sheet of paper that was making its way down towards her. She jumped up, caught it, and read:

G
uardian Angel
: Peter Jones

Class order # 4321

Rank: Rookie 2nd year, W-1 Guard squad, (lowest rank)

Assignment: Elizabeth Grand. 5585 Sherbrooke Street, front entrance.

11:42 am. Crushed skull by slipping down 2 flights of stairs.

Status: Pass. Saved Charge. Soul untouched.

K
ara shook her head
. She bent down and picked up another paper from the floor and read it. It was similar, except that this time it was Tina Henderson who had saved Affonso Spinelli from choking to death on a meat ball at Luciano's Porte Vino Restaurant.

Were all these papers about guardian angel assignments? She let the paper slip from her hand. She snooped around the filing cabinets. Papers rustled under her feet as she moved around the office. Along the way, she discovered several smaller rooms from which more men emerged treading above their glass spheres like oversized unicycles. They all appeared very much engaged at the moment…

“KARA NIGHTINGALE!”

Kara nearly jumped out of her own skin. Her legs wobbled as she made her way through the towers of filling cabinets and followed the voice. Around the corner to her left, she spotted another office. The door stood ajar. There, above a large crystal ball, sat another one of those men, surrounded by piles of paper. He jumped down to a great semi-circular wooden desk. He wore a frown on his brow and gestured impatiently.

“Come in. Come in. No time to waste. Lives to save!” he said in a strange, high-pitched voice.

Kara dragged herself inside the cramped office. More cabinets were stacked on top of each other and spread across the walls. A five-foot round pool was mounted in the back corner. The aroma of salt water was strong in the little office. A low
tick tock
distracted her. Following the sound, Kara spotted a huge grandfather clock leaning against the wall to her left, its long pendulum swinging from left to right.

She walked over to the desk and stood with her hands at her sides, biting her lips. She opened her mouth to speak…but shut it again. Alive, when she'd get nervous, her heart would pound so hard against her chest that it would sometimes hurt. But not this time. No hammering or pounding, only nervousness with a silent core. It didn’t feel normal.

She forced the words out of her mouth. “How…how did you know my name?”

The old man finally stopped ransacking his desk and grabbed a file. His eyebrows shot up on his forehead. “Ah, yes, yes. Here it is. Kara Nightingale …age sixteen …hit by a bus …pretty nasty way of dying …so sorry about that …soul was already chosen to be a guardian …” He stroked his beard and was silent for a moment.

Kara cleared her throat. “Um …excuse me, sir? Um…what am I doing here?”

The man’s head snapped up. “Doing here? Why …you’ve been chosen, that’s what! And now we need to get you started on your new job. Okay. Let’s see here …what’s the assignment again …? Oh dear. I think I’ve forgotten.” His face cracked into a grin. “It’s not as easy as it seems…to see into the future. You tend to get the present and the future mixed up! Now, where is that piece of paper?”

Kara frowned deeply.
“I don’t understand…what new job? I have a job?”

The file slipped from the man’s hands. He fell forward to collect the papers. “Oh! Right!” His face lit up. “Well, you’re
dead,
obviously. And you’ve been preselected to become a guardian angel! To work at saving lives! Isn’t that wonderful?” He crumpled the papers in his excitement. “And today is your first day on the job!” He scratched his bald head. “Or is this your second day? Oh dear.”

Kara stared at him. “Me, a guardian angel?” She remembered movies she’d seen with guardian angels protecting men and women from evil. She wondered if she would get a pair of wings.

“Well, let’s see here…right. As a rookie you’ll be stationed in the W-1 Guard Squad of the Guardian Angel Legion, lowest rank. Your duties today will be to
observe
. Your combat training will commence
after
the orientation period is over…after your first trip.” His kind eyes glistened as he looked upon Kara.

She tried to speak, but her lips were glued together. She shivered. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the excitement of the situation, or pure fear.

“Your Petty Officer will enlighten you with the details.” He closed the file, slammed it down against the desk with a
bang
, clapped his hands, and bellowed, “DAVID!”

Kara glanced sideways and turned her head. A handsome teenager, a year or two older than her, popped into the doorway. His broad shoulders were covered by a brown leather jacket which hung closely around his muscular build. He strutted his way towards them. Two golden stars marked his forehead, just above his brow.

“Yes, oracle? You called, Your
Holiness
?” Smiling widely, he combed the top of his blonde hair with his fingers. He stopped beside Kara and gave her a wink. His laughing eyes were the color of the sky. Normally Kara would have blushed, but seeing as she was without blood flow she felt a strange tingling instead, from the tip of her head all the way down to her toes, as if her body were under attack by hundreds of prickling needles.

The oracle jumped up and extended his arms. “Clara, meet David McDonald. David, meet Clara Nightingale.” His eyes darted from Kara to David. “
She
is to be your new rookie.”

“Uh…it’s
Kara
, not Clara.”

The oracle stared at her as if she had said the strangest thing. “Oh, right! Forgive me, Kara.”

David laughed. “They usually get it right after about a hundred times.”

Kara studied David’s face. His lips parted and twisted into a sly smile. He clasped her hand in his and shook it. She felt an electric current flow from her fingers to her toes. His hand wasn’t the blood-warm touch she remembered feeling when shaking a mortal hand, but it wasn’t cold either. It was perfectly cool.

“Hey, there, kiddo,” he said, as he flashed a row of dazzlingly white teeth. “Nice to meet ya. And it’s
McGowan
. Not McDonald.” He let go of her hand and lifted the collar of his leather jacket.

“Um, hi …it's just …let me get this straight,” stammered Kara. “I’m getting a new job as a guardian angel, and you’re going to be like my boss? Is that what’s happening here?”

“You better believe it, cutie.” David marched up and grabbed her dossier from the oracle.

“I think I’m losing my mind.”

“No…you're just dead.”

Dead
, Kara thought. She wanted to dissolve on the spot. She might be dead, but her core could still feel pain. She didn’t want to be dead, she wanted to be alive…

“Come closer, Clara,” said the oracle. He steered his crystal ball away from the desk with his feet and came towards her. “It is time for you to take the oath! Or did you take it already? Oh dear. Here I go again, mixing everything up! Have we been here before?”

Kara shook her head. “Uh…no. What oath? I never took an oath.”

“Oh good,” sighed the Oracle. “It is the oath all guardian angels must swear to. A sealed oath which can only be broken if the soul dies.” A sudden glow emanated from the crystal ball, bathing the oracle’s feet in a soft white light. The brightness subsided. A cloud-like mist formed from inside the globe. It swirled around, changing its form with every twist. The oracle pressed his wrinkled hands together in front of his chest, his eyes still fixed on Kara’s. To her great surprise, they started to change color, morphing from blue to brilliant golden.

Kara’s eyes widened as she backed away. “Wait! What if I don’t
want
to become a guardian angel? Can’t I just go back home?” This was all happening so fast that she wasn’t sure she wanted to be part of it.

The oracle shook his head. “I’m afraid not. This is how it has to be …there is no other way. Your life as you knew it is over. Today you’re starting your new life and your new job.”

Kara blinked, her mind working overtime. It had to be better than doing nothing, being
really
dead. And then there were the broad shoulders of Petty Officer David…