Lloyd
was tired and bored. He'd been sitting out here on the wing on this
airplane for two hours and not one dang passenger had noticed him
Damn,
that annoyed him. How else was he going to entertain himself? It was
his Saturday night ritual; go to the sports bar, down a few with
Harry and Frank - then the wing of the airplane thing. How was he
going to scare the holy bejesus out of some poor bastard if no one
would LOOK HIS WAY?!
Okay,
deep breaths, he tried to remember what that councelor at that anger
management class had taught him. Deep breaths
Well,
hell, I'll just entertain my self for a while. I'll just - HEY! This
damn engine isn't made very well, it just came apart in my hand.
Aren't there FCC regulations or something?
The
hairs on the back of his neck-like appendage stood up. He could feel
someone staring at him. He glanced over. Eureka!!! There. Right there
over the wing, the shade was up and one of those horribly ugly little
humans was staring at him
He
rubbed his hands together. "Let's Get It On!"
He
started pulling pieces of the engine out, flailing his arms and
looking devilish. It wasn't hard
He
had the irresistible urge to rub his big eye, but was afraid that
might ruin his image. His contact had started itching. It was hard to
get good contacts when one eye was a perfectly normal size and the
other was the size of a GOD DAMNED GRAPEFRUIT!!
"Ouch!!!"
He'd
cut the tip of his finger on a sharp part of the engine. "Ow,
ow, ow!" Maybe when he got home Clarice would kiss it for him.
The mouth-like opening on his face turned up in a smile and his eyes
glazed over. WAIT! Wait, what the hell am I thinking?! Okay, focus.
Focus. Scare ugly thing. Scare ugly thing. He furtively glanced back
over at the plane
Bingo
That
'thing' was still staring at him. Slowly the shade started to close.
Hey? Hey! Dammit, I can't scare you with the shade closed. Ok, it's
time for my little 'trick.'
He
started towards the middle of the plane. "Ahh!" He picked
himself back up. Dang hump there. He looked around, hoping someone
hadn't seen him trip
He
finally made his way to the window. Ok, here's what I'll do. I'll
just sit here and STARE at the shade. That ugly thing in there will
'feel' me staring at him and he won't be able to resist the urge to
pull that damn shade up
Yeah,
I'll just sit here...and...stare. Starin' at that window.
Do...Do...Do...just starin'- Dang! Wish I had thumbs, then I could
twiddle them. I'll just sit here and stare. Patience is a virtue,
that's what Uncle Elmer used to always say. Patience is a - COME
ON!!! Open the damn shade for the love of GOD!! My butt's gettin'
sore and I'm late for dinner. My shoulders hurt from sittin' here
like this with my face all the way up to the window so that when the
shade gets opened I'm right- "AHH!"
Okay,
that scared him
The
shade suddenly went up and there was someone RIGHT THERE!!
Damn
that's scary!
He
collected himself and gave the human looking out at him his nastiest stare
Then
he saw it. It was the most terrifying thing he'd ever seen. The look
on that human's face. Icy blue eyes (that are really green, but the
'icy blue' thing works), the hard set to the chin, that cold hard
stare. Christ! What *is* that?! He flinched, moved back away from the
look that was promising a long slow death for him, turned tail and
ran off into the night
"Yipe...yipe...yipe...yipe...yi-"
Chris
Larabee smiled as he closed the shade one more time. He settled back
into the uncomfortable airplane seat and went back to sleep
The End
