Oh My Fucking Stars, It’s Only Thursday!! A Saturday Serial: Afterwards, Part 13

By ANDREW FLYNN, Storyteller

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»Previously, on Afterwards.

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“I still can’t believe you blew up Chicago,” Levi said briskly.

He was glaring at his absentee father and had been for the last two minutes before opening his mouth. Now with the knowledge that they were now to storm the airport which they were now driving to and get up in the sky by whatever means necessary, Levi had been flummoxed to the point where speech wasn’t his number one ability at the moment.

Dale peered over at his only male offspring and offered some verbal assurance. “These are serious people, son. And there’s so many things that I’ve kept from you and our family for so long.”

“Millions of people are dead, Dad. I’m only 27 years old, but I don’t know how you come back from that.”

There was not a word between them for a good 90 seconds. Dale was searching through his own head for anything that may have helped the moment. A gaze into himself for precedent, to which then use to comfort his psychologically-damaged adult son.

“You don’t,” Dale offered.

Levi’s face turned to even more disgust. Little could be said to quell the nerves of the moment.

“So we’re driving to the airport and we’re going to Rambo our way to the plane?” Levi said sardonically.

“It shouldn’t be that difficult to get there,” Dale coaxed. “The airport is only four terminals and one private runway, and I’ve made sure that the plane will be ready.”

“I haven’t seen you once make any communication outwards since you showed up.”

Dale then whipped out a portable device from his left pants pocket.

“This, right here, is us on an unsearchable grid,” he stated as he tucked it quickly back into his jeans. “I’ve got two colleagues watching us from the hangar where our plane is.”

“I see,” understood Levi. “And no one can find us?”

“Not unless they’re lucky.”

Fifty yards back of them on the side of the road they were now driving on, a bright flicker of sparks lit up the immediate area around it. Just after the sparks, a constant streak of orange and yellow pervaded the path between its origination and its goal: Dale’s blue Honda coupe.

It struck a direct hit at the rear-left axle of the car. Already going at a good 60 miles per hour, the car immediately lunged forward and proceeded to rest only for a split second on its front bumper. Only after this impossible balancing act on pavement occurred did it proceed to smash ahead and prove gravity correct. The car was now upside down with both passengers still inside. The night reverted back to still.

There was no fire. While the gas line was easily punctured by the unexpected rocket attack, it only leaked a little onto the blacktop. A dark van bolted out of nowhere fast, almost as if the driver of it was guiding it towards the wreckage as a manned rocket himself. Mere seconds elapsed before the van screeched its high-grade Goodyears and six armed men exited.

The men were in top gear. Armed to the nines and veiled in black, their mission was clear: extract the inhabitants of the car, by whatever means necessary. The driver also left the van and joined his compatriots in surrounding Dale and Levi, both of whom were down, but not out.

Dale came to first. A small amount of blood dripped into his eye. Just a cut on his forehead, no big deal. He called out to his son, who hadn’t regained consciousness at this point.

“Levi!” he struggled. “Levi?!”

No answer. Levi was still breathing, and that was the only thing that Dale could be thankful for at the moment. Outside his car was a much bigger problem.

Shattered fiberglass and various molded plastic chunks surrounded what remained of the Honda. The rocket’s impact had not only flipped the car, but it had thrown it into such cosmetic disarray too. Mangled beyond any semblance of a true automobile, one of the armed men crouched down just outside the driver’s side.

“Levi! Levi, wake up!” shouted Dale. No response from his son. Still a faint breath, but nothing more.

A loud crunch came from Dale’s left just then. Japanese fiberglass sprayed into the vehicle from the now-exploded window that had been just kicked in by a heavy size-13 boot. Two gloved hands followed.

As he was being ripped from his upside-down position, Dale couldn’t even grab onto balance, much less anything to defend himself with. It was now obvious that he was in more trouble than he could deal with. Sure, there was struggle, but he was overpowered by men larger than he and in a much better situation to dictate what the current rules of living were.

Three of the men had secured Dale, who now stood erect. The driver of the van approached them. He barked a short order to secure the perimeter as any good leader of a squad would do after acquiring it target. The other three men who weren’t holding Dale advanced on the other side of the Honda to get Levi out.

Dale had a dollop of blood dripping out the side of his mouth, so he took it all in and spat straight into the asphalt. The approaching leader took no care in this and came right up to Dale and the three men.

“You’ve been found, Kravitz,” the leader said.

“I just wonder what took you assholes so long,” replied Dale.

The leader wasn’t pleased at Dale’s attitude whatsoever. He struck Dale right in the sternum with blunt force. It was a powerful hit that made Dale’s knees go limp. He would have fallen had it not been for the three gorillas preventing him from doing so.

“Stand him up straight!” the leader demanded.

The leader grabbed Dale’s hair at the top of his head like doing so was going out of style. He made his steely eyes meet Dale’s in the dark of the night to get one thing perfectly clear to his new prisoner.

“We’re going to kill you, this is a sure thing. But Snares is going to be there when we do it. So we’re taking you there.”

“Do what you will, I’ve earned nothing less,” Dale said. “But leave my son out of this!”

“He’s coming too. You don’t get to die that easily without seeing him go first.”

Levi’s body was dragged from the Honda and quickly into the black van. It was now loaded with him, the six men, the leader, and Dale. The van sped off with great haste on a winding road in the town of Blue Springs. Short of a few crackles from the flames of the Honda accompanied with a warm glow, the silence of the night returned.

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Part 14 of Afterwards plows into your life tomorrow!!
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