After trying on a few more sets of clothes, I was getting a bad vibe. I'm not sure where it came from. I looked around the store. No one was really here. Besides us there was a mother and her baby, a nice family of five (who I tried my best not to pay attention to), and a bored looking teen at the desk reading a magazine. And a dude in a trench coat that just walked into a store. Okay, I have nothing against Sherlock Holmes style trench coats; but the day has been fairly warm. There was another thing, the guy under it was scanning the store, as if looking for someone. My heart just thunked into my stomach. How, on this God forsaken Earth, was I found so quickly?
I wanted to dive somewhere and hide. But it was too late. We locked eyes. He smiled wickedly. I turned to Nicole, who was talking to her Mom about a funny shirt. "Nicky. Nick! We need to leave, now." She looked around and immediately spotted the Sherlock poser. He was walking toward us now. She looked at me. "You think we can take him?" As soon as she said it he ripped off his coat to reveal what he was hiding on his six foot two person. He had hi-tech looking, metal shin guards, shoulder pads that reach all around his chest, stomach and back, and finally gloves that reach to his elbow. But that wasn't the weird part, all the metal on his body was lined with spikes. Yes, spikes. His knuckles and fingers were tipped with them too. Everyone turned there heads to the dude. Even for a kid born with wings, this is not normal.
He started chuckling and said, "You must be Gabe. Your dear-old-dad sends his reguards." There was no bothering writing down what I was thinking, as far as I know, there was no way to censor it. "My dad huh?" I said trying not to show my rage, "Ya-Know, he's probably scamming you, ya know that, right?" He looked at me, and chuckled again. "Yeah, nice try kid. I wasn't born yesterday." I don't know what I was doing. I was racked with fear. But I heard myself say, "Speaking of being born. Where you born like that or did get yur spikes at a later date? Cause if ya were, I feel sorry for your mother on that day." He just stared at me blankly, as if to say 'did he just say that?'. I continued, the other people were making there way to the door as I spoke, "I mean seriously? Did she have a thing for little woodland creatures? Let me guess, after breaking up with the porcupine, she's currently dating Bambi now, right?" His face is going to explode, I know it! He bent his arm so that the elbow was facing me. One of the spikes grew until it was four feet long. He snapped it off and threw it behind him without looking. It hit the door and exploded. The good news, all the people made it out with hardly a sound; the bad news, I'm stuck in a building with a peeved off, cyborg-porcupine man. What's worse is that Nicole and her Mom are stuck in here with me. Somebody is going to die for this. That much is true.
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