Free Not My Apocalypse by Devin Harnois Page A

The spears had worked, but they’d also been hard to handle. Maybe we could get something smaller that only needed one of us to wield. It would also be nice if each of us could have a weapon of our own.
    I got to the cemetery and my body relaxed a little. Satan hadn’t found me on the way here, and the power of the cemetery would protect me a little. Since it was the middle of the night, the ghosts were at their most active. On the way to the gateway, I asked them if they knew of any supernaturally powerful weapons that might be able to kill, or at least defeat, Fenrir. I asked them if they could ask around, check with other ghosts and other cemeteries to see if any of them knew. Even though they were dead, I was betting most of them didn’t want the world to end, either. After all, they liked to hang out on Earth instead of spending all their time in the afterlife. A few of them were stuck here, but most of them came and went as they pleased. The ghosts I talked to agreed to pass the word that we needed weapons.
    I took the gateway to Saint Louis Number One and found Elliot almost right away. He was pale and looked like he might throw up any second. “I don’t know if I can go through that again. The first time was bad enough.”
    “Hey, you didn’t even fight Sköll last time. All you had to do was switch the horses.”
    He wrapped his arms around himself. “That was bad enough.”
    Shit, was he gonna be useless against Fenrir? You’d think the son of a fucking war god would have more balls, but no. “I’m gonna start calling you Ferdinand.”
    “What?” he asked.
    “Ferdinand, as in the bull. You should be this badass son of Ares, but you’d rather sit around smelling flowers than fight.”
    Elliot made a face. “I don’t just smell them, I grow them. And there’s nothing wrong about not wanting to fight. Not everyone is as violent as you.”
    “But sometimes you have to fight.”
    He looked at me for a moment before dropping his eyes. “I wish there was a better way.”
    “Well, if you think of one, let me know.”
    Colin showed up, then Stefan arrived with Emily. The ghosts pestered all of us with questions as we made our way to some benches near the non-Catholic part of the cemetery. I asked the ghosts to see if they could find out about any weapons that might help us fight Fenrir and a few of them went off, happy to have something to do. The others kept hanging around, so I figured they might as well be useful and help us come up with a plan.
    “So, Fenrir,” I said.
    “If we want to stop him, we need to tie him up again,” Stefan said.
    “That sounds like a job for Elliot.” I turned to him. “You can go take a look at the fetter and see if it can be fixed. And if so, find a way to fix it.” If we could get him chained up again, it would put Ragnarok on hold. The problem was we had to get him back to where he’d been kept prisoner for so long and I didn’t think he’d follow after us like a good little dog. We had to trick him, drag him, or beat the shit out of him so we could get him back in those chains. Sometimes I can be full of myself, but I didn’t really entertain the idea that we could kill him. I could hope, but the plan had to be to tie him up again.
    We tossed around several ideas, but it all came back to us needing weapons. We really didn’t have time to go shopping for supernatural weaponry. Fenrir could be attacking Odin right now for all we knew, but we also couldn’t just run after Fenrir with nothing. Not if we didn’t want to get chomped on, ourselves. I mean, if this wolf could gulp down Odin, a full-blown god, he’d have no trouble gobbling up some teenage demigods.
    “We could try to get Excalibur,” Colin offered.
    “Seriously? We need some major ass-kicking weapons. We don’t have time to go play knights of the fucking round table,” I said.
    He frowned at me. “I am serious. Excalibur is a very powerful weapon.”
    “Ok, fine. But isn’t it buried