Part of her didn’t want to go back. She wondered if she should just let herself die here. It would be better than succumbing to the wrath of the Legion. She had broken so many laws, she couldn’t even remember—they would probably just throw her back in Tartarus. She wasn’t evil even though her father may have been a demon. She was innocent.
“Thor?” she cleared her throat. “What do you think they’ll do to me once I’m back?”
Thor looked away for a moment. “They’ll throw you back in prison to await your trial, I’m sure of that.”
“Great.” Kara shrugged. “How the hell am I supposed to prove my innocence now?”
She paused and then spoke again, “Do you think what the demon said was true? At midnight a visitor will come through and kill all the mortals?”
“He seemed too cocky to be lying.”
“We have to warn the Legion! You have to warn them—they’ll never believe me. Thor … you have to tell them,” Kara persisted.
“Yes, I’ll do what I can. But first we need to get you safe.”
They passed a pub with a terrace. A small television was mounted on the wooden bar. Her face was on the television. Black and white close-up footage of her running out of the police station with Thor in her arms was playing on the screen. The label on the right hand side read, French Police, Most Wanted. Extremely dangerous. Police killer.
“Oh dear,” said Thor.
“Oh, hell.” Kara watched as the customers stared at her and then at the television. Their expressions changed from confusion to recognition. Before it got any worse, Kara bolted.
She ran as fast as her failing M suit would let her.
“Which way!” Kara yelled as she ran.
“Turn left at the stop sign, then right—watch out!”
A car appeared out of nowhere. The driver pressed on the brakes. Kara crashed into the side door. She fell down, but quickly jumped back on her feet. She had crashed into a police car. She could see the monitor on the dash board through the window—her face was on their screen. Kara saw recognition come to the police officer’s eyes. But before they even moved, Kara was already moving.
She ran faster. She pressed her mortal legs and hoped they wouldn’t give out.
“There!” cried Thor. “There it is. Quickly—put me down; you’ll run faster.”
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Me? Of course, it’s you that I’m worried about.”
Kara let Thor down and sprinted towards the water fountain. The sirens wailed louder every second.
“They’ll be here soon. Go! Go! Go!” Thor urged.
His voice was drowned by the loud screeching of tires on asphalt. A police car fishtailed around the corner, coming straight for them. Thor scampered around the fountain and hid behind the statue of a naked woman holding a jug.
Kara stepped into the water. “Thanks Thor! I’ll never forget your kindness.”
“We’ll be in touch,” answered the dog.
And with that, Kara submerged herself into the water and let the brightness take her.