The Muse Gang

Chapter thirteen

"Meaning he must be here to meet the fallen," my muse growled.

Somehow this was going to be a jackpot for us if we could know what they would say in that little meeting of theirs. Maybe we could find where they keep the idol. But there was no way the fallen would not feel the muses, "If only we could feel them without being felt."

Marshall and Clinton exchanged grins at my words, "Sure we can." They chorused.

Marshall continued his explanation, "Human flesh hinders our energy waves from being felt. So if I could possess you..."

"And what about Clinton," I inquired.

He shrugged, "He could find a body."

The cheeky one looked around us in a hunt for someone suitable for his classy self.

By the corner of a pool, a brow haired girl in bikini gulped down juice. He danced and went for a try. He could just possess her without anyone knowing and we go on our stalk. But unlike we all will have it, he was not invisible to her. She smiled warmly as he approached, "What kind of muse are you?"

Clinton jerked and looked back at us. We just returned a fearful shrug. What if she was a host to the fallen?

The cheeky one returned his attention to the hotty and frowned, "You can see me!"

She laughed at him, "Excuse me! Hosts are everywhere." She stretched out a hand and continued, "I am Angela."

Clinton watched the hand before taking it skeptically. At least the host mark was on her right wrist. So she wasn't among the fallen, "I know that name from somewhere."

She seemed to smile again. Shishh, she really loved smiling, "Your friend over there, Marshall Godwin. His girlfriend, Clara. She's my muse."

His smile returned, "Ahhhh. If she's the annoying one, I'd suppose you are sweet. Please let me possess you."

Angela raised a brow, "And why?"

And for the first time in forever, Clinton quit his flirty grin, "We are tracking the fallen. So I need a body to shield my energy."

Shock and fear came upon her, "The fallen are here?! No no... Clara orders I have nothing to do with those guys."

He pulled his kitty face, "C'mon. We are trying to save the muse society here, Clara included. I just need your body to stalk them a bit. If anything comes up, I'll take full responsibility."

She looked at him carefully and thought for a while before she sighed. It seemed right to her, "Go ahead."

Before she would change her mind, the cheeky one dashed into her. Why did they always go that fast? Like lightning or kid flash.

When Marshall sighted her walking to us, he possessed me as well.

She reached us and took that flirty smirk Clinton would have taken himself.

I snickered, "Ahhh... Ain't it my baby's host."

She spat out what Clinton made her say, "Yunno it's still me, Clinton. So stop that. It's weird."

I laughed.

Facing the main entrance to the resort, we smirked and walked through. I tried feeling for where the negative energy was coming from. Right.... right.... left.... straight.

Then baaaamm! A door!

As we all will have it, it was guarded by some of the bodyguards who escorted Jordy Hardin. Obviously, the devil was in it, talking to the visible part of the fallen. Could Alfred be there? Sighs. It was a very difficult thing to digest when you are the hero in a movie and your bloody brother is the villain. Didn't mention the fact that the war was meant to be all or nothing.

We were still thinking of a way to get in when suddenly, one of the bodyguards faced us in suspicion.

I wasn't able to act fast, but Clinton was. He made Angela turn me around and put her lips on mine. Was that the best disguise he could think of?

I had a girlfriend for Christ's sake. But no! Marshall just had to make me kiss back. Yunno sometimes, this muse of mine could be a bloody asshole.

This action was virtually Edward kissing Angela, but really Marshall kissing Clinton.

No matter how much I hated this, at least it made the bodyguard shift his eyes off us.

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At least it worked.

After a few seconds of my lips on Angela's, my muse made me stop. I glanced at the door behind us and walked through it. Angela followed.

When we scanned properly and noticed there was no one around us, we teleported, making our destination the meeting ground of the fallen.

Yeah yeah. We were in the room with them, carefully hidden behind a couch and quiet as my dad whenever he saw me. All we could pray for was luck, so they wouldn't see us. Cause if they did, things would be really ugly.

I peeped from my hiding place and found the ten of them, the fallen; five muses, five humans. And damn him, my brother was there. I was never gonna get used to this.

Amaya bent towards him and said, "Tell Jordy we need our idol back. Those guys are really creepy. I'm worried they might find something."

The babe who replied was a muse, brown skinned and rude. Well she looked rude.... Having this badass hair cut with a green spray. She was definitely the cranky one, Evelyn, "Why would you even think of that. I mean the idol has been there for months. Screw the muse gang! How smart are they to know a human keeps it?"

Okay Angela and I exchanged looks from where we crouched. We had one thought. This bitch needed some manners. And we were going to smash that pretty face.

Badass hair cut continued, "Besides, in case you've forgotten, we are the only ones who can go near Kuma. Remember? He has that field around him that repels those who haven't touched him."

Okay that was new information. And a very big problem. Whoever knew Kuma had a force field only the fallen could penetrate.

We faced them again and saw Amaya sigh, "I know right. I don't know. There's just been this uneasy feeling ever since I met my brother."

I smirked. Oh! Marshall did.

Alfred spoke up from his muse's side," Mr Jordy Hardin. The muses speak of a new abode for the idol."

This Jordy guy was half German, half Japanese. What a crazy sex that was between his parents? He was a round man, bald to a fault, having a moustache that seemed imported. Okay he was creepy. Taking his coffee up to his lips, he paused at my brother's statement.

After shaking his imported moustache in frustration, he dropped his cup and joined his fingers, "Why exactly? Not comfortable with the present one?"

Meenn! We weren't done with countries. He also had an unmistakable French accent. Typical of a villain.

A blonde male, host to a Micheal guy, shrugged angrily, "No. Not that. We just suspect a crew's on our tails." Mr blonde hair was named Peter. He had that layered hair my sister always liked. And unknown to him, this crew wasn't just on his tails, we were in the same room, sipping coffee.

Imported moustache guy spoke again from behind the huge table, "I understand. I'd be at the eatery tonight. I can take it from there and keep it somewhere safer if you want. Is that better?"

Now. We ain't done with intro's. The next bitch was in fact Chinese, Megan. Host to the one and only Harold Ferguson, the sensitive one.

She looked at Hardin through her pretty little eyes and faked a smile, "Yep. Very appreciating. Thank you Mr Hardin."

Jordy smiled and his moustache almost fell.... It looked so, "No problem. Just keep my own gain coming."

At least we knew where Kuma would be until tonight; The Hardin kitchen. Meaning we had to act fast lest we miss the idol. That was good news. So now all we had to do was tell the gang what we found. Turned out my relaxation wasn't useless after all. But hey. Things weren't so easy.

Amaya smiled as if she knew she was about to break false hopes, "Tell him the idol's next abode is my decision."

Did she know we were there. Because I sure did feel like it.

Alfred who was her mouthpiece to the living world rushed his words, "Amaya suggests a new abode for the idol."

"And where is that?" Jordy smiled.

This was the part we opened our ears for, listening carefully for the exact piece of information when she just shattered our hopes.

My brother's muse replied, "Tell him we'll meet at the eatery. I will take it from you there and keep it myself, it's safer that way. You know, the walls have ears."

Chinese girl translated in living language to Hardin, "She says we'll see at the restaurant."

Jordy Hardin raised his cup in approval just before the fallen vanished. He and his men then left the room and the resort.

Afterwards, we went outside and watched him leave in his limousine. Marshall left my body and Clinton left Angela's.

"We'll have to tell the rest. "I said in a tone of finality.

I had this crazy, uneasy feeling that Amaya knew we were there. Whatever it was, the fallen and I were going to have a head on beat down tonight.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.