any questions as
Elias was thrown into the back. The two mistaken heroes left for the ‘Big Man’ complex, and it was a while into the journey before they spoke again, the car passed many girls on their way to bars and nightclubs; some were courteous and others flirtatious to the men but none knew of the car’s cargo, covered by a blanket, and bleeding from the mouth was their headmaster, a teacher from their own school, for some of them it was their own form tutor. Mr Tidy broke the silence first.
“I’m hungry, are you?” Apollo nodded. “Is there anywhere around here that does a good all-day breakfast,” Mr Tidy asked. Apollo glanced around to see if he recognised a café amidst their surroundings – he didn’t.
“Listen, I don’t have my phone on me, but I could write down the number of a great café that does an all day breakfast, if you ring ahead they can hold it for you?” Apollo took out a pen and scribbled a number down and handed it to Mr Tidy. “Take this number and put it in your phone.” Mr Tidy took out his flip phone and with a flick of his wrist the case opened, he carefully slipped the piece of paper on the phone and slammed the phone shut.
“There. Done.”
Apollo stood with his mouth twitching, not entirely surprised at what he had just seen.
“When I said, ‘put it in your phone’ I meant…” He paused and saw that the look on Mr Tidy’s face meant that he had long checked out. Apollo rolled his eyes. “I’m stunned that we’re on the same money.”
C HAPTER F OUR
The Gathering
Felcey pulled up to his house in his battered old car and reached over next to him. There wasn’t a passenger’s seat next to his driver’s seat, as he didn’t have many friends, Felcey had removed it and put in a storage shelf for his comic books, the shelf was full of comics which he had just bought and he reached over, heaved them out and closed the door.
His mother thought it was a strange request to get his Uncle Marvin, the mechanic, to take out the car seat for him and told her son on many occasions but after a while the realisation that there wasn’t anybody knocking on the front door to take him out for a game of football or a girlfriend to take to the cinema or go dancing with, she relented with her earlier rants.
Felcey went through the front door and shouted out, “MUM, YOU HERE?”
The voice that replied wasn’t his mum’s and wasn’t female, he looked to the ceiling in annoyance.
“SHE’S NOT HERE.”
It was his stepdad, Lewis, champion slob and the bane of his life. He walked into the living room to find Lewis sat on the sofa with a plate of food on his lap and engrossed in a television programme, the adult barely acknowledged his stepson, who took a step back into the adjoining kitchen.
“Where’s my mum?” Felcey listened to his step-dad wolf down some food before hearing an answer.
“She’s at work, there’s a note on the table.”
The young man picked up a note on the kitchen table and his eyes scanned the paper in a incredibly fast fashion before looking into the oven – it was empty. Felcey took a confused step back and scratched his mop of hair…and then turned angrily to Lewis.
“THAT’S MY DINNER YOU’RE EATING.” Lewis didn’t even lift his head from the screen. “Was that yours? Didn’t know.” Felcey waved the note in his hand. “IT SAID SO IN THE NOTE.”
“Did it? I don’t go round reading other people’s notes.” He shifted his weight towards Felcey. “Besides a grown boy like you should be getting his own dinner, not relying on his mummy.”
Lewis noticed the bag of comics leaning by the kitchen table leg. “What’s in the bag? Or do I have to ask? Why don’t you grow up and leave those comics for kids, you stupid idiot.” Felcey sighed and grabbed the bag and walked out of the room and upstairs.
“COME BACK HERE, YOU FREAK, YOU’RE NOTHING, YOU’RE A WASTA SPACE, NO WOMAN’S GONNA WANNA BE WITH A GEEK.” Lewis
Elias was thrown into the back. The two mistaken heroes left for the ‘Big Man’ complex, and it was a while into the journey before they spoke again, the car passed many girls on their way to bars and nightclubs; some were courteous and others flirtatious to the men but none knew of the car’s cargo, covered by a blanket, and bleeding from the mouth was their headmaster, a teacher from their own school, for some of them it was their own form tutor. Mr Tidy broke the silence first.
“I’m hungry, are you?” Apollo nodded. “Is there anywhere around here that does a good all-day breakfast,” Mr Tidy asked. Apollo glanced around to see if he recognised a café amidst their surroundings – he didn’t.
“Listen, I don’t have my phone on me, but I could write down the number of a great café that does an all day breakfast, if you ring ahead they can hold it for you?” Apollo took out a pen and scribbled a number down and handed it to Mr Tidy. “Take this number and put it in your phone.” Mr Tidy took out his flip phone and with a flick of his wrist the case opened, he carefully slipped the piece of paper on the phone and slammed the phone shut.
“There. Done.”
Apollo stood with his mouth twitching, not entirely surprised at what he had just seen.
“When I said, ‘put it in your phone’ I meant…” He paused and saw that the look on Mr Tidy’s face meant that he had long checked out. Apollo rolled his eyes. “I’m stunned that we’re on the same money.”
C HAPTER F OUR
The Gathering
Felcey pulled up to his house in his battered old car and reached over next to him. There wasn’t a passenger’s seat next to his driver’s seat, as he didn’t have many friends, Felcey had removed it and put in a storage shelf for his comic books, the shelf was full of comics which he had just bought and he reached over, heaved them out and closed the door.
His mother thought it was a strange request to get his Uncle Marvin, the mechanic, to take out the car seat for him and told her son on many occasions but after a while the realisation that there wasn’t anybody knocking on the front door to take him out for a game of football or a girlfriend to take to the cinema or go dancing with, she relented with her earlier rants.
Felcey went through the front door and shouted out, “MUM, YOU HERE?”
The voice that replied wasn’t his mum’s and wasn’t female, he looked to the ceiling in annoyance.
“SHE’S NOT HERE.”
It was his stepdad, Lewis, champion slob and the bane of his life. He walked into the living room to find Lewis sat on the sofa with a plate of food on his lap and engrossed in a television programme, the adult barely acknowledged his stepson, who took a step back into the adjoining kitchen.
“Where’s my mum?” Felcey listened to his step-dad wolf down some food before hearing an answer.
“She’s at work, there’s a note on the table.”
The young man picked up a note on the kitchen table and his eyes scanned the paper in a incredibly fast fashion before looking into the oven – it was empty. Felcey took a confused step back and scratched his mop of hair…and then turned angrily to Lewis.
“THAT’S MY DINNER YOU’RE EATING.” Lewis didn’t even lift his head from the screen. “Was that yours? Didn’t know.” Felcey waved the note in his hand. “IT SAID SO IN THE NOTE.”
“Did it? I don’t go round reading other people’s notes.” He shifted his weight towards Felcey. “Besides a grown boy like you should be getting his own dinner, not relying on his mummy.”
Lewis noticed the bag of comics leaning by the kitchen table leg. “What’s in the bag? Or do I have to ask? Why don’t you grow up and leave those comics for kids, you stupid idiot.” Felcey sighed and grabbed the bag and walked out of the room and upstairs.
“COME BACK HERE, YOU FREAK, YOU’RE NOTHING, YOU’RE A WASTA SPACE, NO WOMAN’S GONNA WANNA BE WITH A GEEK.” Lewis
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