Thursday, April 3, 2014

Supers, and Llamas, and Trains, Oh My!

Finish That Thought #39 (Judge's Comments)
Prompt: It wasn't the first time [she] had seen [fire] fall from the sky.
Special Challenge: Include a really spectacular twist at the end

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It wasn't the first time he had seen llamas fall from the sky. It actually happened frequently around his partner and she’d been his companion for years.

“Cut it out, will you?” PeeKay hissed from behind a crate.

“How was I supposed to know they were transporting llamas on this train?” Llamaphilist retorted from her barrel. The two supers watched as llama after llama leaped from the roof of the train and sprawled down the banks on either side of the tracks before running back up to slam their bodies against the car.

“Make them stop before someone notices!” PeeKay squeaked.

Llamaphilist cautiously raised her head and looked both ways to make sure she wouldn’t be seen before crawling out. She tiptoed to the nearest window and hoisted it open.

“Here now, stop that!” she commanded the herd. Immediately the thumping and thudding stopped and all llama eyes focused on her. “Go find some grass to munch. Be normal.” The llamas immediately dispersed.

“Next time I ask for a distraction, I don’t mean llamas, ok?” Peekay stood up from behind the crate and dusted himself off. “We almost got flattened to death!”

Llamaphilist pouted and shoved her mask back in place. “Well excuse me, Mr. Loud-Mouth, you know I can’t stop them from hearing my thoughts when they’re that close.”

PeeKay and Llamaphilist crawled over the crates and boxes in the storage car to the door for the second time that day. In the next car over was their target, a big-time crime-lord by the name of Rutherford. PeeKay sneaked across the couplings to the next car and peeked through the tainted glass.

He waved Llamaphilist over and she followed suit.

“All right, he’s in there. We have about five minutes before the train takes off-”

“More if they discover the llamas are missing,” Llamaphilist commented, casting a glance at the couple of llamas still milling about on the roof of the train.

“Right,” PeeKay grinned. “Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”
He grew more serious and surveyed their target again. “Let’s sneak around the side of the car and go through the window on the far end. It’s open and there aren’t as many cronies.”

“Lead on!” Llamaphilist whispered. They were soon shuffling their feet along the thin ledge around the side of the car and pulling themselves along by the window sills to the opened window on the end. PeeKay dove in first. Llamaphilist followed and squatted beside him in the first row of seats.

“Okay, this is where it gets tricky,” PeeKay whispered.
“Why’s that?”
“It’s a trap.”

Before Llamaphilist could register his words, PeeKay breathed deeply and belted a loud, clear note that shook the train car from the rails. Hands reached out and caught her by the wrists and head, forcing her to the ground. She could just make out Rutherford’s shoes standing in front of her and PeeKay’s voice saying, “Here’s your delivery, where’s my money?” before her world went black.

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