head as she ran behind David. He ran in a straight line onto the Promenade Du Vieux-Port. They zigzagged through the roller blading kids and tourists. Kara followed David, as he pushed his way through the crowds and headed straight for the—
Water , said Kara to herself.
“DAVID!” cried Kara, as she realized what he was about to do.
But he wasn’t stopping. Soon they’d reach the end of the Old Port, where the concrete ended, and where the Saint-Laurence River began. A thick metal railing ran the length of the port along the walkway, protecting the people from accidentally falling to their deaths into the chilly grey waters. They were running right for it.
Three…two…
And just when they were about to hit the metal railing, Kara felt David’s hand wrap around hers. He squeezed hard and jumped, pulling her along with him—and flew over the edge.
One…
Kara heard screams from above as she hit the water and plummeted twenty feet into the deep dark Saint-Laurence River. Instinctively, she looked up, half expecting to see the higher demons cascading above them. But all she saw was the sun’s beams reflecting on the water’s surface above her. Then everything around her went dark.
Chapter 8. David, the celebrity
K ara opened her eyes. She stared at a brass ceiling, divided into perfect rusty squares. She lay on the bottom of an elevator. Kara clutched the fish net with the soul inside against her chest.
“Oh, my God. I still have it.” She lifted up the fish net and suspended it in front of her face. She gazed intently at the soul. It was unharmed, lighting up her face with its brilliance. Rolling over, Kara pushed herself up and looked at a grinning David.
“That was awesome!” He jumped lightly up and down, looking thrilled. “I haven’t had this much fun in years!”
“Don’t get too excited cowboy. We barely made it.” Kara suppressed a laugh.
There was sudden snort and Kara stepped to the side.
A medium sized grey monkey sat in a chair near the control panel, behind David. It had large square shoulders and a powerful chest. It scratched its bare purple behind, while it stared at David and Kara. Its long face was hairless and sported a furrowed brow. “What floor?” said the monkey annoyingly, in a British accent.
Kara flashed her eyes at David. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to monkeys talking—”
“It’s baboon, not monkey! Baboon L006, if you please,” hissed the primate.
David jumped to the opportunity. “Level four, then— good looking ,” he said and winked at Kara. The baboon screwed up its face.
“Careful,” said Kara, “it looks about to spit in your face.”
“You GAs are all the same,” said the baboon. “No respect !”
David dusted off his jacket, not paying any attention to the baboon. “Sure thing, hot stuff. Level four—we’re waiting…”
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the baboon spit on the floor, an inch beside David’s boots. It stared at him. Its face crinkled in hatred. Grimacing, it bared a row of large sharp yellow teeth. This baboon looked dangerous. It puffed out its chest, showing off its hard body and turned around on its chair. Lifting a long arm, it pressed the brass button.
After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Kara followed David off the elevator to level four, still clutching the soul against her chest; as a mother would her newborn child. They walked through the Hall of Souls. The vast pace sparkled and shimmered, as though it rained diamonds. Millions of hovering souls illuminated the way as they walked up to the dais, where a great glass desk glistened. The archangel Ramiel was busy writing in a large book. He did not look up.
“Ahem, oh blessedness!” said David as he smirked and curtsied. Kara hid her smile in her hair.
Ramiel lifted his eyes in David’s direction. A frown materialized on his brow. Suddenly, moving with incredible speed, he pushed back his chair, stood up and
Water , said Kara to herself.
“DAVID!” cried Kara, as she realized what he was about to do.
But he wasn’t stopping. Soon they’d reach the end of the Old Port, where the concrete ended, and where the Saint-Laurence River began. A thick metal railing ran the length of the port along the walkway, protecting the people from accidentally falling to their deaths into the chilly grey waters. They were running right for it.
Three…two…
And just when they were about to hit the metal railing, Kara felt David’s hand wrap around hers. He squeezed hard and jumped, pulling her along with him—and flew over the edge.
One…
Kara heard screams from above as she hit the water and plummeted twenty feet into the deep dark Saint-Laurence River. Instinctively, she looked up, half expecting to see the higher demons cascading above them. But all she saw was the sun’s beams reflecting on the water’s surface above her. Then everything around her went dark.
Chapter 8. David, the celebrity
K ara opened her eyes. She stared at a brass ceiling, divided into perfect rusty squares. She lay on the bottom of an elevator. Kara clutched the fish net with the soul inside against her chest.
“Oh, my God. I still have it.” She lifted up the fish net and suspended it in front of her face. She gazed intently at the soul. It was unharmed, lighting up her face with its brilliance. Rolling over, Kara pushed herself up and looked at a grinning David.
“That was awesome!” He jumped lightly up and down, looking thrilled. “I haven’t had this much fun in years!”
“Don’t get too excited cowboy. We barely made it.” Kara suppressed a laugh.
There was sudden snort and Kara stepped to the side.
A medium sized grey monkey sat in a chair near the control panel, behind David. It had large square shoulders and a powerful chest. It scratched its bare purple behind, while it stared at David and Kara. Its long face was hairless and sported a furrowed brow. “What floor?” said the monkey annoyingly, in a British accent.
Kara flashed her eyes at David. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to monkeys talking—”
“It’s baboon, not monkey! Baboon L006, if you please,” hissed the primate.
David jumped to the opportunity. “Level four, then— good looking ,” he said and winked at Kara. The baboon screwed up its face.
“Careful,” said Kara, “it looks about to spit in your face.”
“You GAs are all the same,” said the baboon. “No respect !”
David dusted off his jacket, not paying any attention to the baboon. “Sure thing, hot stuff. Level four—we’re waiting…”
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the baboon spit on the floor, an inch beside David’s boots. It stared at him. Its face crinkled in hatred. Grimacing, it bared a row of large sharp yellow teeth. This baboon looked dangerous. It puffed out its chest, showing off its hard body and turned around on its chair. Lifting a long arm, it pressed the brass button.
After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Kara followed David off the elevator to level four, still clutching the soul against her chest; as a mother would her newborn child. They walked through the Hall of Souls. The vast pace sparkled and shimmered, as though it rained diamonds. Millions of hovering souls illuminated the way as they walked up to the dais, where a great glass desk glistened. The archangel Ramiel was busy writing in a large book. He did not look up.
“Ahem, oh blessedness!” said David as he smirked and curtsied. Kara hid her smile in her hair.
Ramiel lifted his eyes in David’s direction. A frown materialized on his brow. Suddenly, moving with incredible speed, he pushed back his chair, stood up and
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