The Raise of the Raze: Chapter 11

Global's POV

We were in Ainoloa, Hawaii, in the middle of a busy city. I waited until the buzzing sensation from warping in the earth disappeared, and we hailed a cab.

The taxi driver stared hard at Hippolyta, who barely fitted in the vehicle, chewed his gum and airily said, "Where to, kids?" He spoke in a Spanish accent. I leaned in, handed him a large wad of cash and said, "Hawaiian Beach, please, and can you take us there in a jiff?"

The driver raised an eyebrow at us, grabbed the cash and stepped on the accelerator. The car swerved around twice before heading towards the destination. The speed made me feel my face is peeling off.

I decided to have a little nap, a few minutes resting from this tiring journey. I closed my eyes....

And found myself on a beach.

Now, I know I'm dreaming. Of course, ten seconds ago I was in a taxi, ready to sleep. Now I'm here.

I saw Josh, his skin red from the cocoon of chains around his frail body, his eyes frantic. He didn't try to struggle anymore, which is smart.

Suddenly, in a flash of gold, Theia appeared, wearing a golden dress with blonde hair braided on her shoulders. She wore too much jewelry, so she glowed in the sunlight. Her blue eyes were cold.

"Josh Mclean." She said in a high-pitched voice. "You are a traitor to your kind. You have defeated us for numerous times. Now, you are going to pay with your life." A sword appeared in her hand. Josh's eyes widened and he muffled-scream.

Theia cut the ropes connecting him and the crane. Josh fell in the sea, getting swept out by the currents.

I woke up, and the taxi has stopped. Hippolyta and Heart slipped out and they were waiting for me. I rubbed my eyes and came out too.

The taxi careened away. A horrifying sight met my eyes.

There was the crane, with the broken rope swaying in the breeze. Josh wasn't there.

Oh gods.