Sheryl Goodspeed paused her actions to looked up at the sky, annoyed beyond belief. They were only a day or two into their journey, they hadn’t even left Earth yet for fuck sake, and the kid was already driving her up the bloody walls! Kid was a friggen Stickybeak, with no idea about his own personal safety, (She pulled him out of traffic twice already.) but somehow was insightful enough to know when she was breaking the law.
Trust John to raise him properly. Now she had to wreck all his hard work…
“Yes, Gary, but we need to do this.” Sheryl said, going back to her work.
They had driven down to a place Sheryl knew people stored their space vehicles during the off season. Rich tycoons that camp in space or some other nonsense. If they could get a craft that doubled as a living area, that be perfect… However she’d settle for whatever was stored in the fenced in yard.
They just needed to break in and steal one.
“Why?”
God fucking damn it.
“I’ll tell you later Gary.” She muttered, shaking her head. “We just have to.”
“But-!!”
“SHH!!” Sheryl spun to looked at him angrily, practically hiss in his face. “Listen here you little Drongo, see that there?!” She yell whispered, jutting her finger to the house just a few feet away. “That house?! If you wake up the person inside, then they’ll call the cops and take us away! You want to go into foster care?!”
The boy gave a frightened shake of his head.
“Right, then you’d best PULL your head IN!” She growled, then was back at the locks. She fiddled away for a few more moments, grumbling when she realized how rusty she had gotten. However she finally heard the tell tale click, pulling it apart and easing the door open with an ominous creek.
She looked around quickly. No signs of dogs. Or anything else. Suppose the guy just trusted his community. It was a high end area of town.
Sucks to be him.
She stepped in and could feel Gary follow behind her. She shut the door so it wouldn’t slam before leading deeper into the yard. Gary wandered a few steps away, with wide eyes.
“Are these… spaceships?” He asked in awe.
“That's a bit generous.” Sheryl shrugged. “More like space campers, space RVs and space cars, I suppose.”
“Wow…” Gary didn’t seem deterred by the explanation. He walked closer to a sporty looking craft. Likely a racing model. “W-what are we gonna do?”
“Steal one.” Sheryl said, looking over a large camper, only to deem it too noticeable and cumbersome.
“Why?”
Fuckin’....
“To go to space.” Sheryl glared at him. “Why else?”
Gary turned to her quickly, slack jawed and wide eyed. He began to bounce in place, growing a very large smile on his face. Sheryl realized what he was going to do a few seconds before he did.
“Don’t you dare!” She snapped, thankfully stopping him from squealing in excitement. She pointed forcefully to the house again, before going back to her search. As she looked, she kept having to make sure Gary wasn’t about to give them away. Sometimes he started talking too loudly and she’s hush him, forcefully. Sometimes he knocked over tins on the ground or started babbling to himself...and she kept having to stop him, wasting time they didn’t have.
This was a mistake.
He was a mistake…
Focus Sherie, focus.
Finally, near the back, she found a suitable ride. Perfect actually. It was a tow along trailer that had a self contained bubble at the front, where you could put a vehicle to move it, one just like her bike. The trailer area was smallish, but suitable. It had a mini fridge, sink, a few storage areas, a tiny bathroom at the back and two slim beds.
First, getting it out.
“Go hold the door.” She whispered to Gary, who actually ran off to do as he was told. With a heavy grunt she started to pull the vehicle from the storage area, hefting with all her might until her arms ached and her legs burned. Halfway to the exit she started to hurt.
Think of John. This is for John.
She managed it out before taking a second to breath. Gary scampered to her side, looking concerned and slightly upset. She frowned up at him from her seat on the ground.
“W-what?” She huffed.
“How were you moving that?” Gary asked. “Didn’t it hurt? Like a whole bunch? Forever?”
Sheryl moaned, standing up. “Well, sometimes you gotta work through the pain.”
“Why?”
Ah, this kid…
“Unpack our bags and get them in the camper.” Sherly grumbled. Thankfully the boy seemed interested in looking inside and ran to see.
Though still sore, Sheryl forced her bike into the bubble to act as an engine. Thankfully the bags were off it now, but looking inside, she could see Gary jumping from bed to bed, a big smile on his face as he made a mess.
Good lord this kid…
Sheryl leaned against the bubble. This was a mistake… and this was her last chance to leave the kid behind. Or at least on Earth anyway. She was tempted, so very, very tempted to just dump him here.I mean, sure he might get blamed for stealing the camper, but he was a kid. They’d let him off easy…
The boy giggled loudly, beds squeaking under his weight as he hopped around like a roided up Roo. As Sheryl put her head in her hand, pinching the bridge of her nose, the boy leapt from the trailer and ran to take a look at the rockets on the back.
This is a mistake.
“HEY!”
Sheryl looked up into the barrel of a gun, she went rigid as a man dressed in his pajamas started to come closer. “Who the hell do you think you are?!” He asked crossly, waving the weapon around.
God damn it, she hadn’t heard the man coming because of all of Gary’s noise!
Still she shifted to an unimpressed stance, scowling slightly. “That supposed to be a trick question?” She asked dryly.
The man huffed and went fumbling for his pocket, not taking his eyes off her. “N-now you just stay right there until my help arrives, or I’ll shoot you! Don’t you make any sudden moves!”
Where did this guy get his dialogue, a cop movie? Sheryl scowled when he pulled out his phone.
“Wassa matter? Can’t handle a lady on your own?” Sheryl scoffed. The gears were turning in her head, trying to think of a way out of this. Thankfully Gary was quiet now, which was making it a lot easier.
She had to kill him. She just needed to do it before he called for this so called help, or else they’d have to make a runner. She tried to lean to one side, inching her hand down her waist to a knife hidden in her boot. Guy was still trying to dial his cell, which was perfect for her. The longer he struggled, the more time she had to arm herself.
She closed her hand around the hilt when the man seemed to notice her strange posture. He straightened his gun out. “Hey! What are you-”
BANG!
Sheryl started, eyes rounded, as the man straightened like a board, then fell to the ground in a heap. Behind him stood Gary, who slapped his hands over his mouth when the man folded before him. A brick clattering down with the guy.
Sheryl blinked.
“O-Oh no! Oh no!” Gary whined, shaking his hands. “I killed him! That not good! Thats super not good!” He grabbed his hair tightly. “I friggen wreck his stuff!”
“Calm down.” Sheryl knelt, feeling the man’s neck. “He has a pulse Gary, you just knocked him out.”
Gary slumped in relief. “Oh thank crap!- Oph!” He flinched. “Sorry…”
“Fer what?”
“For swearing…”
Sheryl stared at him before laughing. “Ah you can swear all you fuckin want. I don’t give a shit. Just be quiet when we’re sneakin around, yeah?”
“Oh.” Gary stared back at her, processing this information, then hunched in on himself and spoke in a very soft voice.
“Fuck.”
Sheryl was… actually amused by this. She chuckled. “Feel good?”
“Yeah.” Gary looked up at her, but seemed a bit gloomy. “It just, dad said I shouldn’t…”
Sheryl darkened as well. “Hmm, he ain’t here now, is he?”
“No…”
Sheryl glanced back down at the man before taking his gun, she inspected it quickly, lining up her sights with it, then checked the chambers.
Empty.
So he was all bluff.
Sheryl tsked, but put it on her bike. Looking over she could see the house was still dark, but the door was open…
“Come with me.” Sheryl ordered before marching to the house. She nudged the door open, looking into the building. She flicked on a few lights once she knew no one was in the shadows.
For such a nice area of town, this sure was a dump. Everything was in a state. Newspapers and used dishes everywhere. There was no art on the walls, hardly any furniture, and it was cramped to hell.
She pushed Gary to the kitchen. “Find some bags and grab some food yeah? I’m gonna look upstairs.”
“Isn’t that stealing-”
“Gary, we’re already stealing. You konked this dude on the head with a brick not five minutes ago.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Just grab the food.”
Sheryl headed up the stairs, to a small bedroom. It was also sparse, the bed was unmade and every surface was covered in junk. She checked a few drawers and looked over the clutter. Then she found something interesting.
“Well, well, well. No wonder this place is a mess.” She said, holding up a tiny baggie of white powder. She opened it, dipping her pinky in and rubbed it on her gums. It dissolves instantly, leaving a bit of her mouth numb. Sheryl smiled. “Hello Basuco, its been a very long time.” She spotted a large amount of the baggies under a shirt. “And you brought the whole family!”
Sheryl wasn’t one for cocaine. She tried to steer clear of it, if mostly because she saw addiction as a weakness. She did, however, dabble in a few when… when John tossed her out. Thankfully she managed to slapped herself out of it a few days in and just stick to beer and smokes.
These would, however, sell very nicely.
She tossed the lot in a bag and kept looking. Eventually she found the ammo for the gun under the bed. Huh, maybe the guy thought the gun was loaded. Then a large wad of cash in his underwear drawer. After stealing her fill she came down, finding Gary struggling with a large bag of food. It was all junk food and things like that, but Sheryl didn’t care.
“Give.” She ordered, snatching it from him. She took everything down to the trailer, before tossing it inside. She looked back to Gary, but the boy was worriedly hunched over the man he knocked out. There was a sizable puddle of blood on the ground now, which she could see from the light of the house.
“Is he gonna be ok?” Gary asked, frowning.
“Hell if I know.” Sheryl scoffed, coming over. “Bleeding like a faucet though.”
“S-so I did kill him?” Gary asked, sniffling a bit.
Ugh!
“What? Your sad that you killed him?” Sheryl frowned. “He was gonna die someday.”
“Yeah, but I killed him! Me!”
“For the love of-” Sheryl knelted, pulled out her knife, and slit his throat in a quick motion. Blood splashed out, but not as much as she expected. He was likely running low, bleeding in the brain. She wiped her blood off on the grass before looking back to her son. “There. Now I killed him.”
Gary stared at her, eyes the size of pin pricks.
“What now?” She asked, exasperated.
“Y-you killed him…”
“Thats right.”
“...Why?”
She rolled her eyes. Again with the why! “To shut you up and because the less people who see us the better.” Sheryl grunted. The boy just stared back, horrified, making her scoff. “Just get in the bloody camper. I’m gonna hide the body.”
Gary slunk away and Sheryl grabbed the corpse by the legs, dragging him into the junk yard, where she covered him with a metal sheet. Her body groaned, unhappy with all the heavy lifting and pulling.
As she finished up, the dark sky rumbled, a few raindrops coming down from above. It was an ominous sign, but also a stroke of good luck. The water would ruin evidence, and the thunder would hide the noise of their take off.
Walking back to their new home, Sheryl could see Gary curled up inside, clutching the bug jar like a lifeline and wrapped tightly under some blankets. She paused, biting her lip and staring at him. He looked pretty messed up…
Well, he’d get used to it. She had grown up around that sort of thing. Maybe not people per say, but animals definitely.
She came to the bike and closed the bubble, climbing on so she could pull the ship into the sky.
“Mom..?”
“Eh?” She didn’t look at him.
“W-why did that guy have to die?” Gary mumbled. “Was it me?”
Sheryl paused again, and then turned to him.
“Gary. In this world, its either you or them.” She said lowly. “Sometimes the best thing to do is make sure there is no them at all. He would have made it harder for us to get away to space. Now that he’s dead, less problems.”
“Oh… ok.” Gary looked to the window as they started to rise in the air. “But why are we going to space?”
Sheryl looked back out the bubbled, which was rippling with raindrops.
“We’re gonna bring John back.”
The ship took off with a rumble, blending into the thunder as they rose to the cosmos.
3,000 some-odd miles and 6 states later, I’m back home after a great time on the road. Doing more tabletops, of course. A nice little sesh with Samy, Soto, his boy Lucas & @liljohndude 📷: @soto_moto #tabletoptuesday #konabikes #shonky #dirtjumps https://www.instagram.com/p/CDxnVGtDJe_/?igshid=1t9u4s2wv3ls2
