Downcast (Olympus Falling Book 1)

by Cait Reynolds

  Fires raged openly around us, burning through the trees and eating up the scattering of houses on the edge town. There was no point in looking out the window now because everything was either flame or smoke.

  I began to hear sirens and alarms of all kinds, which meant we had to be getting closer to the center of town.

  Ironically, in the end, it wasn't the tree sticking out of the car that made us stop. The car simply ran out of gas, sputtering to a halt and rolling a few feet before stopping altogether.

  It didn't take more than a second for all of us to get out of the car. The smoke made me dizzy and my lungs hurt, but I recognized the building we had pulled up next to, and I knew we were back in the center of the town.

  Or what was left of it.

  Darbyfield looked like it had auditioned for the part of “Small Town Destroyed by Aliens” in some horror movie. Buildings were smashed in and crumbled, and flood water still sloshed over the streets. Electrical transformers burned and smoked, and the entire town was dark. No streetlights, no lights in the windows of houses. No dingy backlit signs.

  The thing I noticed the most was that the air was blisteringly hot. It made my skin prickle with an uncomfortable burning sensation. I couldn't remember Darbyfield having ever been so hot before. Maybe the fires all around were making it hotter, but this heat felt like it had a searching edge to it, and I was terrified that I knew the cause of it all. I had felt the heat of my mom’s rage before without realizing what it was. Now, I knew that her anger had settled like the unforgiving grip of the August sun over the town.

  "We're not that far from Morris' restaurant," Helen coughed out, holding Cerberus in her arms above the water. "Only a few blocks. Come on."

  Shakily, I fell into step behind her, Haley looping my arm through his to steady me as we picked our way through the still-smoldering debris and deep, murky pools of flood water.

  The Golden Dragon looked like it had been ground zero for destruction, and I guess it was, since that's where I had been when all of this had started. The entire front of the restaurant had been smashed in, and smoke billowed out of the windows from the apartments above it, where Morris and his mother and uncle lived.

  "If Morris isn't okay, someone is going to be very, very sorry," Helen announced between gritted teeth.

  "Get in line," I replied, my eyes filling with tears of rage and sorrow at the destruction of all that Morris and his family had worked for.

  "Let me go in first," Zack said, almost apologetically. "Just in case something is waiting for us inside."

  I shot Zack a look, knowing exactly what he meant. The Furies could be waiting. So could my mother.

  He disappeared into the smoky restaurant, and a few moments later gave the all clear. Carefully, we followed him through the tangle of dangling, snapping live wires and a thicket of overturned chairs and tables. We went all the way back to the kitchen. I searched the steaming gloom for any sign of life.

  "Look!" I exclaimed, pointing at two shadowy figures hunched over on the floor. "In the corner, over there!"

  "Morris!" Helen cried out, letting Cerberus jump out of her arms as she ran over to him.

  I was right behind her, along with Haley and Zack.

  "Oh, wow," Morris gasped, flicking on a flashlight. "It's you guys. I thought it was them, having come back."

  "The Furies were here?" Haley asked, his voice steely with anger.

  "Yeah," Morris answered shakily. For a moment, it looked like he was going to say something more, but he simply pressed his lips together tightly, and I caught sight of tears in his eyes.

  "They came, they left, they got the t-shirt," said a voice from the floor.

  Morris turned the light on Katie Jones, who sat crumpled and bleeding against the wall.

  "Did you fight them?" Zack demanded like an angry, over-protective big brother.

  "No," Katie Jones replied. "I just like to slam myself into commercial kitchen appliances for fun. Of course I fought them. It didn't help that I was already weak from trying to control the flood. I don't know what Deborah told them, but they are angry like I've never seen before."

  "And, they're looking for Stephanie?" Haley asked, wrapping his arms around me and drawing me close to him. I leaned into his hard, taut chest for support, wishing stupidly that this would all just go away, that I could wake up from all this somehow.

  "Yes, no doubt," Katie Jones replied as she gestured for Helen and Zack to help her to her feet. "They could sense that she had been here. My guess is that they will try the store, the house, and the school, which won't be good at all."

  "But, it's early," Helen pointed out. "No one is going to be any of those places yet. It's barely five in the morning."

  "They start stocking at five at the store," I interjected, my mind flying to all the people I worked with, sleepily going about their jobs, stacking produce and putting out the fresh cuts of meat for the day.

  "The entire town has been evacuated to the high school," Katie Jones added. "Which means if the Furies and Deborah attack the school, they may very well wipe out the entire town."

  "Where's your family?" Helen asked Morris.

  "Ma and Uncle Joe went to the high school with everyone else," he said, his voice full of a fierce protectiveness I’d never heard before.

  "What about your parents and your brother, Helen?" Zack asked. "Do you want to try to call them again? I know you couldn’t reach them last night."

  "No," Helen replied flatly. "I don't want to waste time finding a phone."

  "They'll be worried about you by now," Zack said.

  "Probably, but I can't help them by calling to say hi. I can help them by helping you guys fix this mess."

  Helen's cool tone and resolution seemed to concern Zack, but Morris and I understood perfectly.

  "What about your injuries?" Haley asked Katie Jones.

  "Not much I can do about them now," she replied ruefully.

  "Can I do anything to help them?" I asked, wondering if my power over life might be able to do something.

  "Maybe, if you were better in control of yourself," she answered with a grim chuckle. "But, right now, I trust you about as far as I can throw you."

  I was a little hurt, but it was the truth. Remembering the plants and almost-zombies at the graveyard, I knew I was raw and unstable.

  "We should get to the store," Zack said. "We need to try and beat the Furies there."

  "Not all of us should go," Haley replied, his hands stroking a cooling, soothing rhythm on my back. "Zack, you and Stephanie go to the store. The rest of us will go to the school and try to protect the people there."

  My eyes shot up to his, confusion in my face.

  "I don't understand," I whispered, every cell in my body ripping a little at the thought of separating from Haley. Didn't he want me with him? It was irrational, but my ability to be rational had jumped off this merry-go-round days ago.

  "Zack is strong enough to help you and protect you," Haley explained quickly as he led us back through the darkened restaurant. "If you find the Furies, the kind of control I can offer you is the last thing you will need, and he can protect you better than I can because of the nature of his power. If Deborah is at the school, Miss Jones and I have a better chance of weakening her and protecting the others. I have faith in you, my love."

  I looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of pretense, but for all the secrets Haley had to keep from me, he had never lied to me, and he wasn't lying now.

  "Has anybody seen my dog?" Helen asked suddenly.

  We all scanned the sidewalk and interior of the restaurant for signs of the three Min Pins.

  "Cerberus? Here, boy!" Helen called out sweetly. "Come to mama!"

  There was a crash and a shuffling sound from deep inside the kitchen, and eventually, Cerberus trotted slowly toward us, three bellies fully distended.

  "They found the food locker," Morris said.

  "Is that a piece of lo mein hanging from his mouth?"
Haley asked.

  "He just burped in unison," Zack pointed out.

  "He does look rather smug and self-satisfied," Katie Jones noticed.

  "Shush, all of you, and leave my dog alone," Helen replied with great dignity as she scooped the three roly-poly pups into her arms. "You were just fortifying yourself for the battle ahead, right?" she crooned worriedly at them.

  The only answer she got was three synchronized yawns as Cerberus promptly fell asleep.

  She looked at me, and I looked at her and shrugged. It was her idea to bring the dog, not mine.

  "Come on, Stephinator," Zack said, clapping me on the back. "Let's go kick some Furies' ass."

  I rolled my eyes and prayed...to myself, I guess, that I wouldn't end up killing Zack or anyone else by accident first.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  ZACK AND I STOOD across the parking lot from the grocery store. It was still burning.

  He wrapped a sympathetic arm around my shoulders and squeezed a little too hard, forgetting his supernatural strength again. But, I didn't mind. It was nice to feel something after the shock of seeing the store so completely destroyed.

  I strained my eyes, trying with my freakovision to peer through the smoke and count the people being treated by the paramedics, hoping that everyone made it out in time.

  "What are you looking for?" Zack asked.

  "Trying to count survivors," I replied. "But, every time I think I have a number, a cloud of smoke gets in the way."

  "There's nothing you can do about it," Zack said quietly. "You can count survivors all you want, but you can’t do anything about those who didn't make it."

  "But, it's my fault this happened," I whispered.

  "This is not your fault. This is Deborah's fault. She had a choice of how to react when you broke the spell, and she chose badly. Don't worry. She'll be held responsible for all of this."

  I studied Zack's fierce expression as he stared out at the inferno. I felt like I had just gotten a rare glimpse into the hidden, serious side of Zack Smith...or rather Zeus. This was a guy I could believe was a god of all things, who chose to bear all the responsibilities of the world with a good-natured laugh.

  "Come on," I said. "I want to see one more thing here."

  We dodged fire trucks and police cars as I led him around to the back of the store. We had to duck into the woods and approach the graveyard that way because the back of the store was completely roped off.

  "Where are we going?" Zack asked.

  "My graveyard," I replied.

  "Yours?" he chuckled.

  "Yes, mine. I've cared for it for years now. I grew the flowers in it. I watched over the graves. I saw Haley here for the first time."

  The shadowy figure from that night before school started seemed so long ago, but now, I knew. I knew who had touched the graves with such reverence. I knew who had stolen my flowers. I knew him like I knew my own heart.

  "Oh, no!" I cried as we came out of the woods.

  I rushed out to the broken gravestones and smoldering stalks of my plants. Everything was destroyed. The headstones were nothing more than rubble, and all the plants and flowers were no more than ash. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

  Rage flowed easily through me, and I grew warm from the inside out. I didn’t care. I would light up the sky with my revenge for what my mother and the Furies had done to those I cared about.

  "Easy there, Stephinator," Zack cautioned, staying well back from me. "You're glowing again. Save it for when you actually get to see them all. The firefighters are already dealing with one fire, they don't need another one."

  I forced calming breaths into my body and imagined exhaling the excess power, cooling myself down, both figuratively and literally.

  "Let's go check out your house," Zack said, gently taking my arm and guiding me back through the woods to the main road, where we had left yet another stolen car. His touch was soothing, but not cool like Haley’s. Instead, it felt like he was siphoning off some of my energy, absorbing it into himself.

  "You drive this time," I said, still clenching my teeth. "I feel better, but I don't think I'm fully in control yet."

  "Good call," Zack replied, sliding into the driver's seat.

  After a few tense moments of driving in silence, he spoke again.

  "You do know what we might find at your house, right?" he asked softly, his voice gentler than I had ever heard it before.

  "Yes," I replied.

  "If they're not there, we won't have time to linger. We'll have to make tracks to the school. I don't know how long Haley can hold them off, especially with Katie Jones in bad shape."

  "Don't forget Cerberus."

  "I didn't," Zack said drily, clearly expressing, without words, his opinion of the dogs' usefulness.

  Another few minutes brought us to my house, or, as expected, what remained of it.

  Which wasn't much.

  My hands clenched into fists as I surveyed the charred foundations of what had been the mortal home of my mortal self.

  The sky was lightening in blues and blushes as a new day dawned, and never had I felt less human, less sensible, less mortal.

  All that had tethered me to this existence had been ripped away from me: my mother, as I knew her, the routine of my school years, my job, my town, my graveyard, my home.

  With the trappings of normalcy literally burned away from me, I rocketed away from simple ideas of a simple life, shooting into a higher, clearer atmosphere.

  I knew now that I was not a rational creature. Logic was the tool of mortals like Helen and Morris. I was life itself, wild, untamable, unconquerable. I was the very rush of sensation experienced in the conception of life. I was the only one who could defeat death, who could summon new life and bid it commence and conquer all obstacles.

  I was Persephone, giver of Life and lover of Death. Finally, I fully understood the great and terrible power of my true nature. I was the promise of resurrection that has proclaimed the truth since time began. I was the only thing strong enough to balance Winter, to turn the Earth, to force it to face the sun, to bring Spring again to the world.

  It would have been a mistake to confuse Spring with a season of softness. Spring is a terrible season, full of power and violence, cloaked in beauty. You could almost hear it if you listened closely enough. The cracking, bursting, pounding, pushing, groaning, crying, and rushing. From the mother animals' birth agonies, to the bursting of buds through sleeping wood, from the thrust of the blade of grass through the frozen earth, there was an undeniable cry of assertion and triumph in Spring’s primal power.

  A new day was dawning, and I was new along with it.

  "It is time to end all this," I said quietly, and I saw Zack shudder at the tone of my voice.

  "Well, then," he said sadly. "Let's go."

  ***

  We ditched the car a quarter mile from the school and arrived on foot. The police let us through the barricade around the school when we explained we were running from the fires downtown.

  They reassured us that the National Guard was on its way, but it had taken a while to notify them—someone had actually had to drive to the nearest base because all the airwaves in Darbyfield had been blocked somehow.

  "Well, that explains the lack of news coverage," Zack muttered to me.

  I nodded absently, singly focused on one goal only: find my mother and stop her.

  Zack held my wrist in a firm, calming grip as he wove us through the crowds of families huddled together, milling anxiously around in the gymnasium.

  It was odd to see glimpses of all the kids from high school with their families. I saw Jordan and Kara with their parents and siblings, standing together nervously by the doors. The girls looked frightened and strangely young to me. Their parents looked like a thousand other parents, and it was strange to think that even Jordan and Kara were loved by a mother and a father.

  Even Jordan and Kara were full of life, the spark that was my creation and my responsibili
ty. Even Jordan and Kara were under my protection and care.

  The smallest part of me that was still the mortal Stephanie Starr tried not to grin at the idea of having Jordan and Kara at my mercy.

  Zack and I went inside to the gym where the majority of the families were sheltered. Banners for Homecoming were still hanging up, and it was amazing how little any of it meant now, especially seeing a thousand frightened people, cold and tired, clinging together in Red Cross blankets.

  "Do you see Haley or the others?" I asked, trying to catch sight of them.

  "No," Zack said. "And, I don't feel them in here, either."

  He glanced wistfully at the Homecoming signs and sighed.

  "Sorry about the game," I said, patting his arm.

  "It was fun while it lasted," he replied quietly, and he led me out of the gym.

  Suddenly, he stiffened, and my body jolted too with an alarming awareness of the unleashing of a tremendous amount of power.

  "Quick, out back," Zack ordered, pulling me along as we ran for the sports fields.

  My heart almost stopped at the sight before me.

  Haley and my mom were standing at opposite ends of the football field. He was holding out a warning hand toward her, gesturing for her to stay where she was.

  On one side of the field, Katie Jones was being thrown to the ground over and over like a rag doll by invisible arms, and Morris had grabbed a baseball bat and was swinging at the ghostly gusts in an attempt to protect her. Zack ran over to them, his hands glowing with the readiness of his power, which exploded into a shimmering dome over Morris and Katie Jones. I ran towards Haley, trying to take in everything that was happening around me.

  Helen and Rob Furlong were trying to get all the families who had come to see what the commotion was about back into the gym. Rob's face was drawn and haggard with pain, his arm still encased in its cast and bound to his side. But, he was calm and steady, showing a kindness and bravery I had never guessed he possessed.

  "Stop this now, Deborah," Haley called out to my mom, who was slowly walking towards him across the field, each footstep a heavy, earth-shaking boom, her face twisted in a monstrous mask.