The House of Grey- Volume 2 (19 page)

Artorius was too busy butt smacking and head smashing to listen.

“
Arthur!”

Artorius turned to him. “Grey, you’re killing me! Don’t call me Arthur!”

He glanced around at his teammates. “You’ll ruin my rep.”

Monson cocked the eyebrow. “What, you don’t want to be seen as an idiot?”

“
Do you even have to ask?”

“
Because it’s too late, dude.”

Artorius glared.  

“
OK,
Artorius,
what do we do now?’

“
What do you mean, what do we do now? We wait until the announcement calls us out, then we rush out like fat women at a free cookie festival. ”

 
Monson chuckled slightly. “Nice.”

“
I thought you might like that one. That’s an Artorius Paine original.”

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and get on your feet for your team, the home team, led by Captain and Quarterback Damion “The Diamond” Peterson! Give it up for your… Coren University Legionnaires!

The team ran forward at the call, which admittedly felt like the most natural thing to do. Monson brought up the rear, not wanting to get into the way and hoping to blend into the background. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, but it had little to do with the cheering crowds. The more he hung back the more he was inclined to sprint—towards the light at the end of the tunnel.

Monson focused on the opening…the tunnel opening pulled him, enticing him to come ever closer.  Sensations, infused and intensified, rained down on him as he inched towards the tunnel opening.  He felt his chest burn, his fingers ache, and an all-encompassing veil of darkness creep from behind and paw at him.
Stay away from the light
! he heard,
STAY AWAY FROM THE LIGHT
!!

 
Monson ran faster and faster, moving swiftly with the other combatants…no, that wasn’t right…they weren’t combatants. They were players—players that were going to play…going to play…what? He didn’t know.

The light called to Monson, its plea growing louder and more demanding, and offering much in the way of salvation. The answer would be found in the light. The players in front of Monson disappeared into the light just as Monson was about to reach its threshold. It was as if they had dissolved into its radiance.

Monson smiled as he too touched the light.

He broke the plane of light and the darkness nipping at his heels receded. Monson’s mind cleared. All overt sensation vanished and he was left…left to himself.  It was only then that he realized what he was doing and where he was going. He stepped into the light and onto… a plateau?

Monson scanned the horizon, seeing only a cracked and broken earth. It seemed to be screaming out of the depths of a looming mountain’s shadow.  Monson’s skin prickled. He heard the cry of the wind and felt the sulky tears of the heavens as the penetrating stench of death swept in, carried upon the wind. This was a dark and evil place. Monson needed to find the others; find the others and get out before…before something bad happened. But they were nowhere to be seen. No one was.

He tried to scream, but nothing came out. He tried to move, but his legs felt cemented to the ground. It was growing harder to breathe. He felt so weak… He watched his hand slowly raise and sweep across his chest. It was covered in blood….

Lightning crackled somewhere off in the distance as the last of Monson’s strength drained from him and he collapsed. Darkness set at the borders of his vision and slowly consumed the light. He laid his head back and blinked once. His breath caught in his chest. He blinked twice. The air wouldn’t stay in his lungs. He blinked three times—.

Bright lights, and the screams of thousands of fans, parents, and media punctured the now-hazy silhouette of a far-off, and utterly creepy location. It was then that he noticed her.

“
Where are we?

Taris’ brow furrowed in concern. “At the Battlegrounds.  You’re about to make your debut on the field—are you OK?”

Monson slowly blinked and the remnants of his vision of a deadly wasteland finally faded from view.

“
Yes…yes, I am. I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.” Monson fidgeted. That was true, he was nervous, so it was only a lie by omission. And it was either lie or try to explain what had just happened.

Taris reached up and cupped his ear; she was so close he could feel her breath. “Here’s your present, Hero.  Pasco’s strong safety has a sprained left ankle. If you run right at him and cut to your right, you should get a step on him. Get the ball and go for the touchdown.”

Reality slapped Monson in the face—cleanly, right across the jaw. He was about to play football. Suddenly he wished he were back in the wasteland.

Bright lights flashed around them, engulfing Monson and Taris in a sea of LEDs. The effect was unsettling.

Taris winked at him, pointing two fingers at her eyes and then back at him. They stared at each other and Monson felt himself falling into her emerald green eyes. He had never noticed their flecks of gold before.

“
This is you,” Taris said quietly. “Go out and do good. The whole world is watching. Show them that you’re not just a pretty face.”

She turned and walked away, posing periodically as the paparazzi submerged her in so many flashes that Monson lost sight of her.

He shook his head. He could still feel the warmth from where she touched him on his ear.

“
You ready for this?” Damion walked up to Monson, an arm pulled across his body in a sort of shoulder stretch.

Monson grinned. “I’ve got the easy part. You’re the one that’s gonna have to win the game.”

Damion chuckled. “You say that now. Wait until I have to throw you the ball.”

Monson scowled. “You understand how stupid this whole exercise is, right?”

Damion shrugged. “It is what it is. Rich people do stupid stuff all the time. Endure, and perhaps one day you’ll be one of those rich people and then you can make the rules.”

Damion paused as his smile widened. “And then you can be the one doing the stupid stuff. It has a strange sort of symmetry to it, doesn’t it?”

“
The man’s logic is flawless. I don’t suppose that I can argue with that.”

Damion slapped Monson on the back. “Relax. Tell you what, if you live through the night, then I’ll share something really cool with you. How does that sound?”

“
Ominous. And a bit on the scary side.”

“
You worry too much, Monson. Now come on. Let’s go win a football game.”

Thanks for reading Volume 2 of The House of Grey!

Start reading Volume 3 and join Monson and the crew for the conclusion of the first arc!

As always, tell your friends, your teachers, your family members, and your hair stylist—this is one you won’t want to miss.

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