Tattooed Away

Chapter 11

One after another we bolt out from the safety of the church.

I follow tight behind Matt, watching with wonder as his tentacle flaps in the wind.

We execute in perfect formation and behind the church the group slows to a more pedestrian pace.  We all line up next to each other in the air and try not to giggle at our large, fluffy, white bodies.  Somewhat mixed between a cloud and cotton candy we float through the air and attempt to blend in with the rest of the Spirit Night.

The buildings that looked fairly normal in the daytime are now ablaze in neon lights.  Every line, angle and ledge is blinking with pink, green, orange, and yellow.  Below us there is a plethora of noises.  Yelling, laughing, giggling, anger, passion, lust.  A frog in a giant renaissance gown is headbutted by an angry giraffe with a turtle shell.  The frog stumbles back into a mound of trash, right before a kitchen worker appears out of an alley door and throws a bag of trash onto the unfortunate amphibian.  I catch Matt's eye, he saw it too, we smirked.  

My eyes strained to see more commotion below and that is when I locked eyes with the menacing face of a pig monkey.  There was no avoiding it, he had been looking for us.  All of a sudden I see him beckon to the shadows around him and swarms of monkeys join the first.  They all stare at us and then let out a collective howl that nearly makes me pee my pants.  

All the boys slow for a breath and then Matt bursts out, "Shit! Guys our cover is shot, we need  to speed this situation up." 

Soon we are flying faster than I have ever flown.  There was no sightseeing or inhibition or caution.  I propelled my body through the air as if my life depended on it, because as far as I understood, it did.  The boys checked on me with glances back, but I could feel myself falling behind.  The space between me and the group grew and the howls of the pig monkeys behind me were desperate.  

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I worked with all my might to keep up my pace, hoping I would see the boys entering some building up ahead of me. Hoping that I could find Tupac and get my ass back in Pete's lap.

Just as my muscles began to quiver, my scanning eyes focused in on a white fluffy figure waving their arm off of a fire escape.  I quickly realized that it was Matt with his tentacle waving at me.  With every second I like that thing more and more.

Almost there.  

A burst of adrenaline had gotten me out of the grasp of the monkeys just in time.  

My hand reached out for Matt's jiggling appendage.

My ears caught on something above me, just out of my sight, I tumbled toward the street below.

I spun so fast that I could not get myself aright and fly.  I squeezed my eyes shut, yet nothing happened.  I was expecting the hard impact of a building or the pavement.  I even hoped I was safe. But as I peeled my eyes open and looked up into the soft, lightly hairy, pink underbelly of a pig, I realized I had been caught by hundreds of tiny monkey hands.