Lesson 4: Gods and Deities

Note from author: Sorry about the Long pause but life got the best of me....

 "Strong men have tried to climb the mountain of the gods but only the worthy have reached the top." Claire close the old book and glares at the teacher. "You know that this is really inaccurate information."

Mr.Staymen leans against his desk. "What do you mean by that Claire?" He says with a intergred smile.

Claire leans forward in her chair, "the mountain being the home of the gods."  She said with a smile.

Mr.Staymen laughs, "An what do you know of the gods you are rarely here to learn anything let alone pick up a book."

Her smile fades. "Just cause I don't do my homework doesn't mean I don't study, you and I just have different views on what's more important."

He nods in agreement. "So where was the home of the gods then if not on the mountain."

She sits back, "they stay on the move from their enemies now a days, but they do meet every six months to help with the shift of seasons but that location is random."

Mr.Staymen shrugs. "So you want me to believe that the gods are scared." His eye brow twitches."What would they be scared of."

She smiles. "Even gods are hunted by something."

Mr.Staymens smile fades, as the class bell rings. "No home work tonight kids have a good weekend."  As Claire passes him he grabs her wrist. " what were you talking about what hunts a god?"

She try's to pull away but he tightens his grip with inhuman power. "Look Mr.Staymen Titians hunt gods now let me go."

He half heartedly chuckles, as he releases her wrist. "Sorry I should have known, have a good weekend Clarie."

Clarie and Ben meet at the training grounds several hours later, "So what you going to teach me today." Ben said with a smile.

"Well today we talk about something I never had the pleasure of dealing with... gods and other deities." She shakes her head "You need to understand that they can't be kind at least forever like us humans."

Ben nods "So what do I do if we run into one."

What once was myth!

The next day there was never a knock on the door like I though would come so I headed to school like normal, when I get to the bus stop my heart sank when I see Jill. I nervously approach her. "Hey Jill about yesterday, Im sorry you had to see that I really have been trying to tell you about what we do."

She stares at me confused. " what happened yesterday?"

I look at her. "You don't remember the attack on the school."

She laughs. "You mean the prank at practice."

I am astonished that she believes that was only a prank. "Mhmmm ya, the prank."

She smiles and someone calls her name. "Hey Ben, next time go light on the fake blood."

I smile and nod. "Will do see you later." She runs off to her new friends smiling and laughing as if nothing ever happened. "I wish I was still that  oblivious of the world."

Claire laughs "But then you would surely be dead."

I glare at her. "Why don't they know about the werewolf yesterday."

She rubs her neck. "well I have friends in high places anyways you ready for lesson four."

I shake my head. "No i barely understand  what happen yesterday."

Her smile fades. "Look Ben there are somethings you should just leave well enough alone."

I glare at her. "With what I have seen in these last few months I can't leave it alone, so tell me what happened and why we are the only two who remember it."

She throws her hands to her side. "Fine the short story is a angel wiped everyone's memories of the events that took place yesterday and replaced them with a happier one."

"You have an angel on speed dail?" I say with disbelief. 

She shrugs. "Ya kinda."

I shake my head. "What do you mean kinda."

She groans. "Look kid it's hard for me to talk about so just let it die ok?"

I nod. "Fine but you owe me an explanation." I chuckle to my self. "Angels what's next?" She smiles as the bell rings.

Save Money Live Better

The werewolf & The cheerleader

I chuckle. "You got to be kidding." She just stands there silently. "Oh come on you can't be serious. Werewolves like big giant walks like a man, werewolves."

She nods. "Ya there is two sure ways to kill them chop off their heads or shot them in the heart with a silver bullet."

I smile. "Really a silver bullet so the myths are true."

She smiles. "Ya that's about the only thing that they got right."

I rub the back of my neck. "So what do we need to do."

She calmly relpy. "We train."

Two days went by and two more attacks, I throw my bag on the ground next to the table we set up at the training grounds. "I'm tired of letting people get attacked while I do nothing."

She nods "your right its time we do something."

My jaw drops. "Really."

She smiles. "Ya your as ready as your going to get." She waves me over to the map on the wall she has been working on for weeks. "Well I think I know where to start looking." She points to a field just beyond the football field.

"That's where the cheerleaders practice, you don't think it's one of them do you."

She shrugs. "Ben its hard to say, all I know is that is the one spot all the victims have in common."

I nod. "Okay, lets check it out."

She smiles. " I was hoping you would say that." She pats a black duffle bag. "I have everything we might need, are you ready?"

I look down at my phone that I have been fiddling with and I see my lock screen which is my favorite picture of mom, and Jimmy with a heavy sigh I say. "Let's do this."

The walk there was really uneventful, but when we got to the feild the cheerleaders were hooting and hollering. I shook my head and laughter I never understood why people need to bring attention to themselves. "So what's the first step Claire."

She pulls out a small silver whistle. "Now we wait." She puts the whistle to her lips and blow, but no sound seems to come from it.

A cheerleader doing cartwheel falls and another climbing to the top of the pyramid slips and falls,then I feel a tapping on my shoulder I turn to see jill standing next to me. "What are you and your girlfriend doing her Ben."

I stare at jill in a cheerleader outfit. "Wow your beautiful, I mean you look nice." My cheeks blush. "why are you dress like a cheerleader."

She blushes. "If you would pay attention to people other then Claire you would know that I joined the squad."

Claire walks away. "I'm going to be over here."

I nod. "Jill I'm sorry I have been busy with some important things..."

She cuts off my sentence with a fairly loud groan. "Come on Ben we are best freinds, stop keeping secrets from me."

I look to Claire, she shakes her head. "Fine." Claire shakes her head and throws her hands to the side. "I have been training to hunt monsters."

She goes to walk away but suddenly a football player leaps on her clawing at her and biting the air, she screams. I hold out his hand and Claire tosses a michtelle  to me. I slice downwards cutting off his head. "I told you I have been busy." I stand there with the blood dripping down the blade.

Claire tugs at my arm. "Ben we need to get out of here, Ben lets go."

Lesson 3: Silver & Claws

The next few days we took it easy, until Thursday. When a news report of an animal attack came on and Claire leaped out of her seat. She has been a regular, since Thanksgiving. Which for all my mom knows is a football game that got really out of hand. "Hey Ben we have to go do that thing."

I look at her confused. "What thing?"

She shakes her head. "That project we have been working on."

I half smile. "Oh ya I forgot, sorry lets go." I grab my sweater as we leave.

Mom waves as we leave. "Have a good day honey, dinner will be at 6:30 try not to be late. Claire will you be eating here today."

Claire nods as I reply. "Thanks mom we will try to make it on time today."

The door slams behind us, Claire doesn't slow down until she is out of ear shot. "Ben we may have a problem."

I nod. "I gathered that by how you hurried us out, But what's going on."

She stops. "A few days ago I received this letter." She hands me a small piece of paper.

I unfolds it and it reads. Beware the wolf S.
I hand it back to her. "That's kinda vague."

Clarie shakes her head. "There are only a few wolves we need to be warned about."

I nod. "Ok so what are we talking about here."

Starts walking towards our training grounds. "by the sound of it we are dealing with a werewolf."

Thanksgiving with a Shifter Part 2

The oven dings and the pies are done, the turkey needs craving and I get the honor this year. When I finishes carving the turkey I rush up to my room, I pull my note book out of the desk drawer. Flipping through the pages, Shifters is where I stop. I read the page. "Shifters can take the form of anything that's living, silver burns them to the touch and fire is the best way to dispose of them. They have the ability to read the minds of those they are mimicking, so watch for camera flares, and the presents of a googy skin like substance. " I flip the page. "Side note on powers... Aside from the mimicking they have been known to have super strength and speed."

I throw the book back down. "Shit." I run to the living room. "Jimmy where is Claire."

Jimmy doesn't pull his attention from the football game. "There in the kitchen."

Mom sees me. "Ben can you grab the nice silverware from the cupboard and set the table."

I smile. "Sure no problem, hey Claire would you like to give me a hand."

My mom replys. "Come on Ben I need her help."

I shake my head. "It will only take a second, then she can help you."

She nods. "Fine."

We both walk over to the cupboard and she grabs the plate and I grab the silverware. She places a plate at every chair, then I place the forks and spoons down, as she goes to leave I finally speak. "Can you place the knives down while I go get the napkins."

She shakes her head. "Can't you do it Ben I need to help your mother."

I smile as I toss a knife at her, she naturally catches it to protect herself, as it touches her skin it starts to burn her. I grin. "I know what you are!"

She drops the knife and rushes towards the back door. "Lets take this outside ass face." I have to give to this shift it has really picked up on her social ques. She smacks me across the face sending me flying out the window, I groan as I try to stand. She leaps up onto the window seal. "Come on Ben come play with me."

Jimmy comes around the corner with his football. "Guys what's going on I heard a loud crash." Claire leaps at me from the window seal but a football smacks her in the face and she misses me by inches, it didn't do much from pissing her off.

Smiles. "Wait your turn Jimmy your next."

I tackle her to the ground. "don't touch him you bitch." As we struggle around on the ground she shakes me off, I hear a soft pop as I hit the ground. I try to stand but my vision is blurry causing me to second guess my footing. When I do finally stand she smacks me across the face sending me crashing back through the window.

While I push my self back up I pick up the silver knife and dive back out the window. I roll to a stop inches away from her. She lungs at the same time I stab forward. The knife easily cuts through her cloths and into her chest cavity, Blood goshes out as her body begins to desolve. "Jimmy go get the shove and some"

When we get done cleaning the mess of red and tan goo. I notice something in the bush that Miss Thomsons cat was. Me and Jimmy both look at each other. Jimmy whispers. "Ben check it out."

I nod and walk slowly toward the bush. "Jimmy stand back." I push some of the push aside and laying face down her hands tied to gather and her month gagged. "Claire." I shout. "Wake up." I cut her bonds and give her alittle shake.

She groggily nod. "How was dinner."

Me and Jimmy look at each other. I smile. "You made it back just in time."

Thanksgiving with a Shifter

Thanksgiving is supposed to be a time to appreciate all that you have in your life, this year would be no different. Mom made me invite Claire so she wouldn't be alone, which I honestly didn't think she would say yes but she did. So here we are sitting on my porch while the temp begins to make its slow decline to a whopping 40 degrees. "So what's next on the list for training Claire."

She smiles "we can talk about that later Ben, today is a special day believe me these days don't come to often so enjoy while you can." She stands and walks down the steps. "I will be back soon."

I nod. "See you soon, have a good walk." She smiles and walks away with her head hanging low, I sigh. "This couldn't get any worse." I hear my mom shouting for me, "I'm coming." As I stand to go back in I hear the bushes shutter, I pick up a pebble and toss it at the bush. Miss Thomsons cat jumps out and sprints down the road. "Skitty what are doing out."

When I enter the house I get a feeling that I should be more worried about skitty but she has always been like that so I push my inticest aside. "What's up mom."

She smiles as sweat begins to rolls down her cheek. "Can you be a dear and check on the turkey, just let me know if the red tap has popped out."

I nod and open the oven door. "Not yet mom." Claire walks in as the oven shuts. "How was your walk."

She sits down at the table and I notice a small cut on her cheek. "It was fine a little cold but nothing I haven't been through."

I look at her curiously. "What about that cut on your cheek."

She shakes her head and touches her cheek. "I don't know, I didn't feel anything that's so weird."

I nod, "Ben can you get the camera."

I stare at her. "Mom come on can't we skip it this year."

Mom shakes her head. "No Ben this is a tradition."

I roll my eyes. "Fine whatever."

I grab the camera. "Here you go."

Mom shouts . "Time for the yearly picture James."

He hurrys into the kitchen in his nice and fancy suit. "where we taking the pic this time mom."

She smiles. "Nothing special this year, just at the table."
Me and Jimmy move to the other end of the table where Claire is sitting as mom sets up the cameras timer. "Here let me move." Clarie says.

Mom shakes her head. "No you are apart of my sons life so you will be in our picture."

Clarie smiles "ok."

The camera starts to click rapidly. She hurrys over to us. "Smile boys." We all smile and the camera flashes.

Then mom picks up the camera and checks the picture. "That's werid there was some kind of dirt or something on the lens."

I take the camera, The picture looks good but Claire's eyes seems to be lighting up like some kind of lightbulbs.

Salt & Saws part 2

The blood I will never forget, Tim broke his nose in several spots. It turns out that Jimmy had a brick in his bag.  "What hell were you thinking." I shout as we sit outside the principals office.

He shakes his head. "I don't know, you said you wouldn't always be there for me. So I stood up for myself."

I shake my head. "Jimmy that's not the way to do it, you need to strive to be better then me."

Just then mom clears her throat. "That's right Jimmy no picking fights anymore." I smile and nod, mom glares at me. "As for you Ben."

I shake my head. "How is it that he breaks Tim's nose and I'm the one your mad at."

Mom sits down next to us. "Ben he has eyes he sees the way you deal with issue's."

"So your saying this is my fault." I shout

Mom shakes her head. "That's not what I'm saying honey but you do need..."

I interrupt her by standing. "Whatever mom I don't have to take this." I storm out of the room.

As I leave the front doors Clarie catches up to me. "You know what you need?"

I shake my head. "What do I need."

She smiles. "A good hunt."

I think about it for a bit. "You know what lets do it." I smile.

She nods. "Meet me at the shop door in an hour."

When we meet up everyone is at lunch. "What's the plan clarie."

She smiles. "Well my research paid off I found out that a shop teacher in the sixty's die on the job in a freak band saw accident."

I nod. "Wow so we need to salt his body right."

Her smile fades. "Well that's thing he was cremated." My face most have been concerning cause she responds with. "Calm down we just need to find something he was linked to."

I shake my head. "How the hell do we do that?" She pulls out her emf reader. "Oh ok that makes since."

As we enter the shop, the buzz saws kick on by themselves. "Let's make this quick, before someone comes."

She begins to sweep the room a low hum can be heard as she passes through stronger magnetic fields. "It seems to be coming from that wall of tools."

When we start to walk toward the tools, A tall figure appears before us. His face was distorted, his clothes were bloody, his left hand was wrapped in bandages. He doesn't say anything he just stands there staring. I hear the cocking of Claire's shotgun then a loud bang. "Find the tool." She shouts as she tosses me the emf.

I start a sweep across the tools until the emf starts beeping like crazy at a old rusted hand saw with a wooden handle. "Found it." I grab it and old mister Woodstock didn't like it. He appears behind me, and I go flying across the shop slamming into a the pottery furnace. "Shit." I scramble for the saw. "Toss me a salt shell."

She nods and reaches into her bag and pulls out a shell and tosses it to me. The figure appears in front of me and the salt shell glides through him causing him to lose form briefly. I put the shell in my mouth and pull the end off with my teeth. "Rest in peace you scary bitch." I toss both the saw and salt into the flames the small amount of gunpowder explodes sending me to the floor.

The ghosts scream echos through the shop, before it bursts into flames. Clarie laughts and I smile.  "See it feels good to save people with out them knowing."

The rest of the day was as normal as ever, we both decided to rest up and continue the training tomorrow. Which was a good ideal cause I'm sure I need to ice a few broken ribs.