The Muse Gang

Chapter twenty one

The whole clan stared at me with grins on their faces.

"Welcome back Eddy," Jessica declared.

Wow. It felt like a whole year.

David moved closer and gave me a hug, patting my back as he looked at me, "Marshall told us you messed up."

I glanced at my muse who shrugged in innocence. Turning back to David, I nodded, "I know right. All for a girl who broke my trust."

Clinton seemed the most disturbed as he frowned at me, "You mean Elizabeth? The one we made out with?"

I tilted my head, "Yep. She's the one."

Marshall groaned and glared at the both of us, "Yeah you just had to remind me of that nonsense." He stared at the clan, "Can you believe Clinton possessed my host and made him make out?" That seemed so fine to me. Until the smart one gazed at us in wonder.

"A muse and a human?" Asked Kella.

Clinton pointed his finger out in correction, "Not quite. A human and a half human, half ghost."

Fred rubbed his face in frustration, glaring at Clinton with a groan.

The consequences of this make out seemed more than I understood, "What is wrong with that?"

Fred answered, "Intimacy between a human and a muse is detrimental to the human."

The cheeky one shrugged with a grin, "Not as if I didn't know about it. I was desperate okay? So yeah maybe I kinda didn't care about her at the moment."

This was interesting... But very worrisome, "You mean Liza is in danger?"

"Health wise.." confirmed Kella, "Serious one."

I frowned seriously at Clinton, "Why didn't you tell me this? I don't understand."

Our leader came into our teen circle and sighed, "It involves several illusions about muse rituals that kinda puts a picture into her head and messes with her sanity. She also goes down with a bad flu-like disease. Ain't our fault, it helps restrict our activities. Call it a good punishment for breaking your heart."

I was about to fight against that when my muse pitched in, "That's infinitesimal. I want to deal with her." He said with that cute smirk.

I just had to ask, "What do you wanna do with her?"

He stood upright and walked away, "Watch me." Just then, he vanished.

I looked around the room in confusion. What did this creep of mine have in mind? Two minutes later, he returned with a wide, amused grin.

"Oh Marshall, what did you do to her? I asked as I closed my eyes.

He slipped his hands into his pockets and shrugged, "If I tell you," he leaned closer and closed his eyes, "it'll spoil the surprise."

I glared at him with my hands crossed, "I'm too curious to wait."

My muse shook his head childishly, "Nah ah... Me think you have to wait. Cos I can't share my Glory."

At least he dealt with her... I mused to him. He smiled and nodded. One way a muse and host could communicate with each other privately. I smiled.

David pulled out some tickets from his back pocket and held up to us, "Okay people. I got six tickets to Oxford."

Yayyy! A hunting we will go.... A hunting we will..... Wait! I looked at him in confusion, "What is wrong with all of you. Have you forgotten we have the gift of teleportation? If we going to hunt those guys down, we click our fingers and we go to Oxford."

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Marshall narrowed his eyes at me in anger, clear disgust flickering in his look, "Do not act like Anthony right now." I could see Anthony raise his hands in the air in pure innocence.

Marshall continued, "Oxford is my sister's territory. And as much as I hate to say this, she has some wit upstairs. The fallen can be anywhere in Oxford. And if they find out we are there before we are ready, things may get really ugly." Angela smiled at me and explained less harshly, "Meaning we have to go there by flight. It's safest. Making us sure of what we are doing and where we are going. We will be more aware when they are nearby in that manner." This was the second bae in the team I loved.

Glaring at my muse, I told him with my thoughts how he could have explained things that beautifully and still be handsome. He grinned at me and the whole clan just stared, wondering what we were sharing in our subconscious realm. I shrugged, "Fair enough. But just so you know. My parents are back from New York. I can't be away for long."

Marshall shook his body while he thought of an idea. The whole clan also had their thinking cap on. But as expected, the one who knew me most got the plan first.

Marshall inquired, "Do you remember that magic trick you performed in that party. The first one when you changed how that old lady looked."

I bit my lip and nodded, "Uh-huh?"

He went on, "Why don't you do it again? I get a guy with similar figure and you just change his face to look like yours. He replaces you at home and your family won't know what's happening while we are gone."

I loved the idea I swear... But uhhh there was one problem, "What happens to his personality. I mean if he ain't as awesome as me."

My muse pointed at me and nodded with a grin, "Ahhhhh... But don't worry. We'll let him know of some stuff. Give him your diary. We cool."

That was going to be embarrassing. He opens my diary to finds out all my stupid and pervetive thoughts. But it was better than giving my parents a clue that I was in a cult.

I sighed after thought, "So... Who's this guy?"

Marshall immediately grinned and raised his hands happily, "This is the point when I go scouting."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He went to a nearby chair I slumped into it, putting his head down as though he was about to meditate. Well, it's a muse prayer thing.

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After a moment, a guy appeared before us. He was dripping in his own sweat and wearing just a pair of sweatpants. He looked like my muse had gotten him from the gym. But I swear he did not have my figure.

This dude stared at us six humans he could see and gasped in fear and confusion, "Where am.. where am I? Who are you people!" He looked from left to right and frowned even harder, "Wasn't I at the gym just now." Hahhhhh! Said it! Gym!

To be honest, the experience must have been very creepy for him. I mean if I was normal person and this happened to me, I would pass out. Like he even had the balls to ask questions. Marshall on the other hand didn't realize that was rude. Invading in someone's private life like that and disrupting whatever he was doing.

He just watched me in analysis then faced the dude again, shaking his head, "Nahhh... Too tall."

I agreed with a nod. He closed his eyes again, making the sweaty guy disappear. Soon after, another one appeared.

What the...

Okay Marshall had crossed it this time. This one was literally naked and covered in soap. Certainly from the shower, still closing his eyes and scrubbing without any knowledge he was not in his bathroom.

Marshall peeled his eyes open, smirking at the dude and struggling not to burst out laughing, or his prayer would be spoilt.

Fred shook his head with a glare, "Marshall! Really! Oh for Goodness sake."

Okay now, my muse did snicker, his shoulders vibrating uncontrollably.

Just a reminder, this guy was still scrubbing. The only normal ones in the room looked away in disgust.

But the abnormal ones... You know who, Marshall and Clinton... Kept staring!

The cheeky muse even began commenting on his balls, "The dude's got a round dick."

On the other hand, my muse breathed in, trying his best to stop laughing. He closed his eyes and gasped, "Privacy Clinton!" But when he opened them again, he sighted the balls and resumed his laughter again, "But you're right. Oh he is definitely not replacing Eddy."

I wasn't aware of the moment I started smiling. I mean this was madness, but fun. Imagine he hadn't come back....

I stopped thinking and the muses stopped laughing when the bathing dude suddenly opened his eyes. This was bad.