Epilogue [Bad Spirits]

Epilogue [Bad Spirits]

Marina stood knee-deep in the snow, watching Ilya’s ghost brush the snow from his corpse. She watched the look of shock come over the apparition’s face. She’d hoped that, with Timmo gone, she’d been done dealing with monsters and spirits.

But Ilya had apparently followed them home. It had taken weeks for her to realize that the strange force knocking things over, occasionally blocking her doorway or even trapping her places, was actually a thing. It had taken her longer to see Ilya’s face, and longer still to hear the spirit speak – a whisper that she could only hear because she was listening for it.

Chapter VII [Bad Spirits]

Chapter VII [Bad Spirits]

The tundra was empty, the wicked wind sweeping across it, shrieking in their ears. None of them spoke as they floundered through the snow drifts, heading toward the western edge of the world. The sun went before them, teasing them, dipping down beneath the horizon and engulfing the world in unending darkness. The wind howled through that lonely space, the only thing that told them they existed still.

“How far to Rus?” Ville asked at last, his voice trembling with the cold.

“From here?” Freja’s voice lilted. “I have no idea.”

Chapter VI [Bad Spirits]

Chapter VI [Bad Spirits]

“I see you remember now,” Timmo said very calmly.

Ilya looked around – left, right, up, down – anywhere and everywhere but Timmo’s placid face. “You,” he said slowly, but his brain was muddled and murky; he had nothing more than that.

He rolled over and stared up at Timmo. “That …”

His gaze dropped to the still-bleeding wound, a gunshot wound.

Chapter 3: Face-Off [Slapshot!]

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 Mason woke with a massive headache, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, arid and thick as desert dunes. Blood throbbed through his temples, shaking his eyeballs in their very sockets until they ached. He opened his eyes slowly, allowing the ceiling to come into focus, then shut his eyes again.

 

It had been a good night, evidently.
Chapter 4: Hot Streak [Slapshot!]

Chapter 4: Hot Streak [Slapshot!]

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The puck dropped; the whistle sounded sharp and shrill. They crossed their sticks, lodging them against each other, trying to establish dominance, to clear the puck out of the circle, away from the other forward.

 

Carson got it, swung it away to his teammates. They broke out, chasing after the puck. Over the blue line, into the defensive zone. Leo all but bounced off of Moose Richardson, who merely rifled the puck cross-ice to another teammate.
Round, behind the net, and Nicky drilled the guy into the boards. The puck got tangled up in their skates, and Ty got into the fray too and another Falcon, and they were all hacking and slashing at each other, trying to make that puck spring free.