After the flames had died down a bit, and the smell of burnt hair had subsided, Flagg stood up and began walking back to the truck. As much as I didn’t want to get back in the vehicle with this strange and twisted young man, I had no choice if I wanted to get back to the city. To be honest, I had no idea where I even was. We got back to the truck and drove off. The ride home was uneventful; no one spoke. By nature, I’m assuming Flagg wasn’t very talkative and Cai seemed much quieter than usual. I attributed this to the fact that he didn’t feel comfortable around Flagg, and to tell the truth, I didn’t blame him. Flagg was creepy and had his own agenda. I was curious about his missing body parts, but I didn’t ask about them because it would be rude.
When we arrived back at the warehouse, it was almost dawn. Cai told me not to worry about the rest of the run since it was so late. The eastern sky was tinged with the first rays of dawn and I had to get back home before my parents noticed I was missing. After bidding farewell to Cai, I ran down the street, heading for home.
Needless to say, in school the next day, I was absolutely exhausted.
I slept through all my classes, and nothing Ramone or Helen did could persuade me to leave my comatose state. The only time I managed to wake up enough to accomplish anything, was at lunch. Food has that effect on me. As I mindlessly gnawed on a rubbery cheeseburger, Helen nudged me and said, “Well? How did it go?”
“How did what go?”
“You know...your new job.”
“I don’t remember telling you that. I guess I was probably stoned. But it went fine. I barely got home in time to get ready for school, there were...delays.”
“Yeah, a friend of mine killed some guy and we had to cremate him.”
The look of shock on Helen and Ramone’s faces was definitely worth waking up to see. But, after several moments of looking at their open mouths and huge eyes, I got bored and said, “Don’t worry, I’m just kidding.”
I really wish I was.