Then one of the other people in the room knocked over a stainless steel bowl sending shredded cheese everywhere and Frankie’s eyes went full red as he turned towards the noise.
“I see you,” he said chipperly, moving towards the person with intent to harm while waving his chainsaw around. He dove for the person and the rest of us weren’t stupid enough to intervene. Frankie was huge and made of metal. His size and strength were far beyond what a normal human could accomplish, even what three humans could accomplish when working together…maybe. Honestly, I didn’t think we were about to make a three person game plan to save the randomperson, especially since Ray was already running out of the room, even tossing a chuckle of relief and “sucks to be you” over his shoulder while a chainsaw dipped into the other guy’s gut like he was gelatinous instead of muscle, sinew, and bone.
Blood splashed up on Frankie’s smirking face as the rest of us made it out of the kitchen.
“This way,” I said, skate-flailing down the hallway. I was scared, yeah. But I also still had the ultimate wedgie from hell, rainbow fabric tight in my crack and rubbing in a way that I didn’t want to think about. I mean I could feel it in the front too, the tight fabric inching up both places and my legs stretching to skate, making me unable to ignore the sensation. People were being killed back in the kitchen. I saw something pink in the gore and was trying not to think of it and yet here I was squirming in rainbow booty shorts with a flushed face because my clothes were trying to get me off.
“I hate this fucking outfit,” I said, trying unsuccessfully to pick the shorts out of my crack.
“Can you stop picking your ass a moment to tell us where to go?” Ray offered unhelpfully.
“Can you stop watching me pick my ass?” I snapped.
“You think I want to watch that? Your ass is so fat I can barely see the rest of the hallway behind it.”
“Can you two shut up?” The other person hissed. I realized it was the mom from before who threatened to call the police if I didn’t get her kids undercooked pizza.
I huffed and opened the stock room. It was filled with all the surplus cups, plates, unrefrigerated food, along with broken arcade games. Ray pushed his way inside quickly and the woman quickly slid in past him before I closed the door and turned the lock.
We all turned around and stared at each other, catching our breath. Then a box fell over in the corner and two eyes blinkedout from the darkness. My breath caught as the light reflected off the eyes.
“Hey,” a male voice whispered, then a normal guy came crawling out.
“Dillon?” Ray asked in surprise.
“Hey Ray,” Dillon said. He looked like a douchebag and apparently worked for Ray. His eyes immediately flicked to my bare thighs and he readjusted his pants.
“Really?” I asked in exasperation.
“Shhhh,” the woman hissed, spit flying everywhere, her eyes bugging in rage and panic. We heard footsteps.Heavyfootsteps that were accompanied by the creaking and wheezing of a machine’s moving parts. Oh God, where was the Frankie with his tongue in my mouth? I missedthatFrankie. It was much better than murder Frankie.
“Ra-Ra-Ra mooooooona,” his voice called out. “Wh-wh-where are youuuu?”
“Fuck this,” Ray said before lunging for the door.
“Don’t go out there!” I whisper hissed.
“Me?” He scoffed before reaching back and grabbing my arm, he thrust me towards the door.
“What are you doing!”
“It ain’t my name he’s calling.” Ray forced me out the door but I grabbed onto the frame, fighting for my life to stay inside. “Maybe,” Ray huffed while pulling up his foot and kicking me in the gut. My hands slipped from the frame and I fell into the hall. “We give him what he’s asking for and he stops killing.” Ray smirked then slammed the door shut.
“Raaaaamoooooonaaaaa,” Frankie’s voice came. I could see his shadow coming around the hallway corner.
“Fuck you, Ray,” I hissed, grabbing onto my untied skate and ripping it off. I ripped off my sweater, fully revealing the hot pink crop top underneath before trying to get the other skate. I forgotabout the bells on the collar I was wearing. They jingled as the sweat went over my head. Frankie stopped moving. I swallowed.
Frantically I began working on my other skate. My fingers shook as I worked to open the knot I’d tied.
“I see you.”
I ripped the skate from my foot, leapt up, and ran. The sound of heavy robotic thuds were fast behind me.
7
“Ramona!” Frankie growled. Currently, I was diving between arcade games, working my way to the ball pit while plucking the bells off my collar and tossing them as far away as I could. Bad guys always fell for that. Not that I thought Frankie was a bad guy. Gus was certainly the bad guy. Frankie though,wastrying to kill me.
Guess everyone had their faults. I tried to remember him telling me he didn’t want to kill me but that minor detail was fairly unimportant while he chased after me. At least the chainsaw was gone.
