The Call - Michael Grant [51]
Mack took a deep, shaky breath. He missed home. He missed his parents. He felt terribly alone in some ways, but at the same time he was beginning to see himself as part of a history that stretched a long way back—maybe for eternity. Or at least three thousand years.
And there was the fact that he didn’t want to live in a world dominated by Risky. Or her mother.
Well, he thought (wrongly as it turns out), at least Risky’s done for.
“I don’t know where we go next,” Mack admitted.
Which was when Stefan strode up. “Yo. Dude. In the men’s room toilet, there’s a call for you.”
Princess Ereskigal took some time to rebuild herself after the burning. It was unpleasant and time-consuming. It was hungry work, too. She called for and ate two of the Tong Elves. After all, if they had done their job…
She had suffered one death. In all her long, long life, Risky had never suffered a death. She still had eleven lives left, but eleven, as even the ancients knew, was not as big a number as twelve.
Hanging over all her thoughts was the realization that she would have to go to her mother and explain that she had failed.
There were times when Risky really didn’t get along all that well with her mother. It wasn’t easy being the chief spawn of the Breeder of Monsters. Sometimes Risky envied girls who were the daughters of the Mother of Cheerleaders or the Mother of Pop Stars.
Living up to all those high expectations, having to be the perfect, distilled essence of evil? Sometimes Risky just wanted to be a normal girl.
No, not really. Are you kidding? What, and ride a bike to school every day? Learn algebra? Date middle-school boys? Please.
Once Ereskigal had put her beautiful self back together, she summoned her personal flying craft, climbed aboard, and headed for the closest portal to her mother’s underground lair and prison.
Before she got there, she knew she’d better have a plan. The Pale Queen, her mother, was not sentimental. She, too, sometimes ate those who had failed her.
Risky looked at her reflection in the black glass as she raced through the stratosphere at supersonic speeds and thought, I could hardly blame her; I would be a tasty snack.
Mack. He was the key. Take him out of the game now, before he could rally any more of the twelve. A simple killing now. Or war later, with consequences that no one could foresee.
“I missed you once, Mack of the Magnificent Twelve,” Risky vowed. “The next time you’ll be my dinner.”
The Golem was sent home from school with a message for Mack’s parents. The message was from Mack’s school adviser, Mr. Reed.
The message read:
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RICHARD GERE MIDDLE SCHOOL
Dear Mr. and Mrs. MacAvoy,
This is going to sound crazy, but three different students report seeing Mack remove his hand and attach it to the side of his head. They say he did it as a joke. And of course we know Mack didn’t actually remove his hand and attach it to the side of his head and then proceed to use it to feed himself popcorn. But it sure looked real on the security camera tape. Anyway, I felt you should be made aware, especially coming on the heels of the now-infamous fart balloon incident. Any more bizarre and disruptive behavior from Mack and I’m afraid we may have to consider transferring him to the Arizona School for Excitable, Disruptive, and Unmanageable Pupils.
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The note was puzzling to the Golem as it seemed to indicate there was something wrong with relocating various body parts. And he was very concerned about this transferring thing. Mack would almost certainly be upset to find himself enrolled in a different school.
This was not something he felt he could manage on his own. He needed Mack’s advice if he was going to avoid trouble.
Which was why Mack received a text message that read:
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Sup Mack? Im GR8 FYI. I no u r busy/dead but IMHO Mr. Reed H8 me. Do you want 2 go to ASFEDUP? BTW what is bizarre & disruptive behavior? Can u make me a list? Yr BFF. Golem.
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Fortunately for Mack’s peace of mind, he did not