The Other Side of Power: Chapter 8

Caleb's POV

I am a son of Phobos. We are not afraid of anything.

Or at least we shouldn't be.

The, er, thing in front of us made me cringe, so, goodbye rule of being fearless.

There was rotting black seaweed on his hair, empty eye sockets, bony hands, a shadowy aura, and looked like Michael Jackson. And no he wasn't that white (although he was coming close). I mean, this dude looked like he died, then became undead, died again, and then brought back to life.

And his smell, by the gods, he smelled like a dead fish, which had been eaten a s**tted out by a cat, that landed in a dumpster. He was one of, as Ryan Higa would say it, an OMGWTHITS people.

"Hi Caleb, Jacoby. I am Iapetus. And I need your help."

"What do you need my help for? Getting a piece of gum?"

"No! I do not stink that bad! But listen!"

Not Done