Chapter 13: Crying is a Good Thing
I’m certain Japanese is a great language. But when those were the words coming out of the face attached to the hand grabbing my arm, I was really upset. At least if the alter-Earthling spoke English I could communicate with him or her.
Now, I was only a kid. But desperate times called for desperate measures. I ripped my arm away from the Deceiver and called out for Daze. I was certain I had heard her voice. I knew I had.
There it was. Daisy was alive! I went into action.
“Let me go you filthy thing.” I yelled at the alter-Earthling who was now trying to grab my legs. Amidst the dust, I saw only the Deceiver’s upper body. I kicked and squirmed with a frenzy backed by adrenalin. I gave the alter-Earthling a bloody nose and made it hard for him to talk. He cried out and rolled away.
“Daze? Where are you?”
I got on my hands and knees and started feeling around. I heard crying. I bumped into the cement edge of the landing pad. We were so close. We gotta leave now!
“Kyle, I’m over here,” she blubbered her answer. I’d never been so happy to hear my little sister cry.
I crawled to the left, bumped into the office chair, climbed over it, and found Daisy sprawled out on her stomach on the other side. She was face down in the ground, but had managed to turn her face enough to call out for me.
“Oh, Daze. I’m so sorry…”
I bent over my sister and tried to hug her, but most of her still felt like stone.
“I can’t move, Kyle,” she whimpered.
This was not good. We had to leave. The smoke was clearing and I saw Deceivers stumbling about. I looked back to my sister.
“Daze, we gotta get out of here. Now.”
Daisy looked up at me and turned her neck a smidge, but that was all the movement she could muster. I turned and looked toward the landing pad. The spaceship sat with top-open. I could just make it out in the smoke. It was covered with dust and debris, but didn’t look damaged.
I rolled Daisy over onto her back, apologized for the discomfort, and drug her by the feet, across the ground, up onto the cement, and to the spaceship. How am I going to lift her up inside?
“Stop them!” the yell sounded. I turned around and saw a crowd of alter-Earthlings running toward us.
“Daze, can you move anything at all?” I asked.
“My arms.” She said.
“Put them over my shoulders.”
The seconds it took Daisy to put her arms around me felt like hours. Once they were around my neck I lifted with all my might and pushed her over the edge of the spaceship. I jumped inside and hit the button to close the glass dome.
Haha! I’m a trained flyer now, boys. Thanks to you.
I hit the takeoff sequence at the same time Deceivers threw their bodies against the spaceship. They beat on the dome. Their cat-like eyes were aglow with anger—I mean really aglow. This was the kind of malice that screamed one word to my mind—revenge.
The spaceship soared up into the sky. I felt triumphant as the ship exited the atmosphere and plunged out into a starry sector of the universe. We were free. Daze and I both stared up through the dome into the blessed darkness of space. We took it in, but only for a minute or so.
“They’re going to come for us Kyle.” Daisy said from the floor. She still couldn’t move much.
I looked down at my sister. I was mad for a split second she would ruin my moment of victory, but I held it back long enough to understand what she was trying to say.
“You’re scared, aren’t you, Daze?”
I nodded silently. “I saw revenge in their eyes. Daze, I think they’re going to come to Earth.”
Daze began to cry again, but it didn’t bother me. She was alive. She was scared. Heck, we were both scared. But, at least for the moment we were safe. For now, that was enough for me.
Then, I looked around the ship. At first I didn’t know what I was looking for. But then, panic shot through me like an electric shock. I jerked about. “No, no, no. Nooooo!”
“What is it, Kyle? What? Tell me.” Daze said.
I looked at my sister. “I left it behind…I left it…” I put my face in my hands. “I promised Vander-Kelp. I…Oh no, Daze. The Deceivers now have the empty bottles of Glugenal Water 3.0. Now they know!”
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