A Very Demigod Christmas: Chapter Five

Recruiting Little Wolverine
My aunt was dressed in a bathrobe and slippers and had dark circles under her eyes. I immediately under stood that Johnny hadn’t realized this was a covert operation which meant parents weren’t supposed to find out until after we got back. I tousled Johnny’s brown hair and looked at my aunt. She has the rare ability to see through the mist so she knows the world of gods and monsters exists. But I guess when Johnny said he’d have to go and save Christmas with me she though he was dreaming.

“Good… morning Aunt Sue.” I said taking a look at my watch realizing it was five in the morning.

My aunt managed a smile. She’s really nice but she needs her coffee in the morning. “Please tell me he had a dream.” My aunt said. I pointed back to the sleigh and shook my head. The others waved and my aunt went wide eyed.

“Look Aunt Sue we don’t have a lot of time we’re up against a big threat and I need Johnny to help me.” I began and I quickly relayed everything that had happened in the past few hours.

Once I finished she let out a sigh. She knew she couldn’t keep Johnny from going and she lead him back into the house and helped him get dressed. When she had him bundled up she gave him his weapons: A light weight celestial bronze bat and a pair of leather biker gloves. The gloves each sprout three-nine inch blades between the knuckles so that he looked like a miniature Wolverine. She gave him a hug and kisses and let him go. He ran for the sleigh and jumped in.

Before I rejoined them my aunt stopped me.

“Joseph, make sure you keep him safe.” My Aunt told me.

“Don’t worry,” I replied. “I’ll have him back by Christmas morning.” She seemed satisfied with my promise and I rejoined the others. Moose ran up to the sleigh startling the Reindeer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; font-size: 12pt">“Moose, heel!” Johnny shouted. Moose sat down and whimpered. Johnny leaned over and patted him on the head. “I’ll be back in the morning boy, ok?” Moose whined but rubbed Johnny’s hand and walked back to the house.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; font-size: 12pt">“Humph dogs.” Angel scoffed. I flicked her ear and she jerked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; font-size: 12pt">“What was that for?” She hissed rubbing her ear.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; font-size: 12pt">“Be nice.” I replied. “Alright Charlie let’s get moving Christmas ain’t gonna save its self.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; font-size: 12pt">“Finally!” He exclaimed. “I thought we’d never get moving.” He flicked the reins and the Reindeer thundered into the sky and turned north heading for Santa and the massive army we’d have to face.