Crimson Frost (Mythos Academy #4)
Page 4"Stay quiet through this, and it will go a lot easier on you," Linus murmured to me.
I glared at him, but he was already striding over to a podium topped with a microphone that had been set up in the middle of the stage. He stood there, waiting for the crowd to quiet down, before leaning forward and speaking into the microphone.
"Hello," he said, his voice rolling out like thunder from the bottom to the top of the amphitheater. "My name is Linus Quinn. Some of you may know me as the head of the Protectorate, the group charged with hunting down Reapers of Chaos. I'm also on the academy board of directors."
So Linus was one of the Powers That Were at Mythos. I knew there were folks who watched over the academy, some group of people responsible for running things, some board that came up with the rules, regulations, and even the froufrou lunch menus. I'd always jokingly referred to them as the Powers That Were. Now, I had a feeling I was going to find out just how appropriate my nickname for them was.
"I know you've all had a lot of questions and concerns ever since Loki escaped a few weeks ago," Linus continued. "Rest assured that the Protectorate has been investigating the incident and doing everything we can to track down Loki and his Reapers before anyone else gets hurt, like your fellow students who were recently killed at the Crius Coliseum."
Images flooded my mind at his words. Reapers storming into the coliseum, their curved swords flashing, their black robes billowing out like clouds of death. Kids fighting, running, and trying to get away. Kids screaming as the Reapers rammed their weapons into them. A Reaper plunging his sword into Carson's chest. Blood, so much blood splashing everywhere, like scarlet teardrops raining down on everything in sight-
Linus cleared his throat, snapping me out of my horrible memories. "Some serious accusations have come to light about what happened the night Loki was freed," he said. "That is why I and the other members of the Protectorate are here. To get to the bottom of these accusations, determine what really happened, and punish those involved accordingly."
Somehow, I knew what he was going to say next.
"It appears that a Mythos Academy student actually helped Loki escape from Helheim, the prison realm where the other gods trapped him centuries ago." Linus paused, then leaned forward even closer to the microphone. "That student is Gwendolyn Frost, the girl you see on stage before you."
Yeah, that was pretty much what I'd expected-and so was the crowd's reaction.
Shocked gasps rippled through the amphitheater, and just like at Kaldi's that emotion turned to horror, then anger. It seemed as if everyone drew in a breath, and then the surprised mutters exploded into a deafening roar. In seconds, everyone was on their feet screaming for my blood. A wave of collective rage and hate surged off the crowd, slamming into my stomach like a red-hot sword. Every angry shout, every enraged scream, every bitter word twisted the invisible blade in that much deeper, making me want to vomit from the phantom pain.
Practically everyone at Mythos had lost someone to the Reapers-a mother, a sister, a close friend-so the reaction was understandable. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes, drop my head, and whimper at the feel of all the raging hate directed at me, but I forced myself to stand up tall and stare back at the people shouting curses at me.
"Quiet! Quiet!" Linus roared into the microphone.
"At this point, we have more questions than answers," Linus said. "To that end, we have arrested Miss Frost and will be conducting a trial and a full investigation into her actions. In the meantime, we will continue to search for Loki and his Reapers so we can deal with them accordingly. Rest assured, we will get to the bottom of this, and Loki will be imprisoned once more."
Linus's mouth twisted, and he looked at Metis, who lifted her chin in defiance. "In the meantime, in accordance with academy bylaws, Miss Frost will remain at Mythos until she is either acquitted or convicted of the many charges against her."
A series of harsh boo-boo-boos erupted at his words, and he had to stop speaking once more.
Linus looked at Metis again, as if this was all her fault, giving me a clue as to what had happened. The professor must have found out what was going down and had somehow managed to keep me here at the academy instead of being taken away and thrown in some Protectorate prison.
I could have told her not to bother. Everyone hated me now because of what they thought I'd done-and maybe they weren't wrong to do so. After all, I was the one who'd found the Helheim Dagger, the last remaining seal on Loki's prison. But instead of keeping the dagger safe, I'd practically handed it over to Vivian Holler, the Reaper girl who was Loki's Champion, and she'd been all too happy to use the weapon and my blood to finally free the evil god. Sure, Vivian had tricked me, but the cold hard fact was that because of my actions Loki was out there somewhere, plotting with his Reapers about how to topple the Pantheon, about how to finally defeat Nike and plunge the world into eternal darkness.
Maybe everyone had a right to blame me.
Maybe everyone had a right to hate me.
Finally, after several minutes, the crowd quieted down again.
"Miss Frost has not been found guilty of anything yet, but in order for you to feel safe, I've arranged for her to be under close supervision while she is awaiting trial," Linus said. "Rest assured that a member of the Protectorate will accompany Miss Frost wherever she goes. In order to keep things as unobtrusive as possible, we've assigned a third-year student from the London academy to help watch over Miss Frost as she goes about her daily schedule."
Linus glanced at Alexei, who was standing at the bottom of the steps that led up to the stage, but he didn't point him out. So that's why Alexei was here-to watch me.
"This matter will be resolved in a few days," Linus continued. "Until then, know that members of the Protectorate are here on campus keeping you safe. That is all."
A few polite claps sounded at his words, but everyone kept glaring at me, shock, pain, fear, and hate in their eyes-so much hate. Once more, their collective rage slammed into me, and I couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"I didn't do anything wrong!" I screamed. "It was Vivian! It was Vivian Holler! She's Loki's Champion! She freed him, not me! You have to believe me!"
Inari and Sergei easily lifted me off my feet and carried me toward the edge of the stage, but I kept yelling the whole time.
"I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't do anything wrong!"
My screams echoed through the amphitheater and then rattled up into the sky and the heavens themselves, but no one cared, and no one came to my defense or rescue-not even the goddess who'd chosen me to be her Champion in the first place.
Inari and Sergei hustled me off stage, out of the amphitheater, and up the hill to the main quad. Students scrambled after us, everyone talking, yelling, and snapping photos with their phones. Eventually, my screams died down, and all I could do was just squint against the flashing lights. Inari and Sergei were still carrying me, so my feet weren't even touching the ground. I knew better than to try to struggle. I didn't know what kind of warriors the two men were, but they were easily stronger than I was.
Five buildings made up the main quad at Mythos-the Library of Antiquities, the gym, the dining hall, English-history, and math-science. Inari and Sergei headed for the math-science building. So they were taking me to the academy prison after all. The two men hurried inside the structure and then down, down, down we went, going through a series of locked doors and other security measures until we reached the bottom floor, deep underground.
The men finally put me back down on my feet, and I jerked away from them, rubbing my upper arms where they'd held them so tightly. We stood in a shadow-filled hallway in front of a door that was made out of the same dark gray stone as the rest of the building. Iron bars crisscrossed over the door, and two sphinxes had been carved into the surface. Once again, the sphinxes stared down at their feet instead of turning their heads and looking at me.
I'd never thought I'd miss the creepy stares from all the statues and carvings, but I was starting to. Somehow, they'd become part of my everyday routine, and I felt their absence, especially since it seemed like they couldn't even stand to look at me now. Maybe they hated me too, just like everyone else did. Bitterness filled me, burning like acid in my chest.
Sergei drew a skeleton key out from one of the pockets of his robe, while Inari kept his eyes on me. Please. As if I had the slightest chance of getting away from them. Sergei stepped forward, put the key in the lock, and turned it. Even though I knew it was coming, the loud screech still made me wince. Sergei pulled open the heavy door and gestured for me to step through. Like I had a choice.
I walked past him and stopped inside the doorway, staring out at the prison. The enormous circular room was shaped like a dome, just like the Library of Antiquities. Glass cells were stacked up three stories high to form the walls, while a hand holding a set of balanced scales was carved into the stone ceiling-the same symbol that was embroidered on the collars of the Protectorate's robes.
A stone table with a couple of chairs stood in the middle of the room, right under the hand-and-scales carving. That's where Preston Ashton had sat whenever I'd come down here to use to my psychometry to peer into his mind, to sort through his memories so I could tell Metis and the others what Preston's Reaper friends were planning. Something else I'd failed at, since I was the one in prison now.
A rustle sounded, and I looked over at a desk just inside the door. I wasn't sure how she'd managed it, but Raven had somehow beaten us here. She sat in her usual spot, flipping through one of the celebrity gossip magazines she always seemed to be reading. Raven was an old woman, even older than my Grandma Frost. Her hair was as white as it could be and matched the long, flowing gown she always wore, while wrinkles streaked her face, looking as deep and dark as the black greasepaint that football players swiped across their features. More wrinkles and brown liver spots covered her hands and arms, along with old, faded scars.
Raven leaned back in her chair and propped her black combat boots up on the desk. Her black eyes met mine for a moment before she went back to her magazine. Standing guard in the academy prison was one of the many odd jobs that Raven had at Mythos. Well, at least she had actually looked at me, if only for a few seconds. That made me feel slightly better, even if all the statues were ignoring me.
"Go on," Sergei said. "Go sit down."
"Not on this side," he said. "You need to sit on the other side."
That's where Preston had sat, where I assumed all prisoners sat while they were being questioned. Some small part of me had still hoped that this was just a big misunderstanding, a giant mistake that could somehow be corrected. That hope immediately withered away and broke apart like a dead, brittle rose, although more cold worry, fear, and dread blossomed in its place.
I did as he asked, walking around and slipping into the seat on the far side of the table-the side with the chains. Thick metal chains lay on top of the table, along with a pair of handcuffs, and still more chains rested on the floor underneath, so that a prisoner's hands and legs could all be secured at the same time.
Sergei reached for the chains on top of the table, and I shrank back in the chair, the rough stone pressing into my spine. Preston had been the last person to wear those chains, and I knew what I'd see and feel if they were slipped onto my skin-the Reaper's unending hatred of me. I'd felt enough of that emotion already in the amphitheater. I didn't want to feel anymore.
"Don't put those on me," I whispered. "Please."
Sergei looked at me, surprised by my low, raspy please, but he put down the chains. I kept my hands away from the metal and made sure that no part of my bare skin was touching either the stone table or chair. It had been bad enough going into Preston's mind and sorting through his horrible memories of all the people he'd hurt, tortured, and killed. I didn't want to flash on the Reaper glaring at me across the table too. I just couldn't handle it-not right now.
Sergei moved over to stand by Inari, who was talking to Raven in a low voice. I wondered what was going to happen now. Would the trial start immediately? Would I be given a chance to defend myself? How was I going to get out of this mess? How was I going to convince the Protectorate that I hadn't freed Loki on purpose? That Vivian had fooled me just like she had everyone else? Those questions and a hundred more whirled around and around my mind, but I didn't have the answers to them-not a single one.
I didn't have long to wait, worry, and wonder. Five minutes later, the prison door screeched opened again, and Linus stepped inside, followed by Alexei, Professor Metis, Nickamedes, and Coach Ajax.
The coach turned, held out his hands, and stopped someone else from coming through the door behind him. "Sorry, Logan. This is as far as you and your friends can come. Don't worry. This won't take long."
Behind Ajax, I saw Logan standing out in the hallway. A few pink sparks of magic crackled in the air beside him, telling me that Daphne and probably Carson were out there as well.
The Spartan stood on his tiptoes and looked over Ajax's shoulder at me. "Gypsy girl!"
"I'm okay!" I called out in a shaky voice. "I'm okay!"