Deadwood Stains

6: Joke

[Joke]

“We better get going. Coast seems clear." Will whispered.

I was about to get up when something cold made me freeze.

“Hold it right there." A deep-voice resonated from my side.

How-? Is that a gun pointed on my back?

“Raise your arms and calmly turn around. Don't do anything stupid or I'll shoot." He told us with a warning.

I silently nodded. I can't see a thing and I am too nervous to say anything. The pressure of the gun's tip on my side became more prominent.

The man lit a flashlight and set it on me. Then he pointed it at Will and Raven.

“Students? What are you three thinking, busting the door like that? I thought you're burglars or something. You can be suspended, you know? " A confused look was visible on his face. He settled the gun away from me.

Seriously. Burglar. Guard's quarters. Busting the door. Such logic, mister. I sarcastically remarked deep inside.

The person is about on his mid 30's. He wore a gray uniform, meaning he's a security officer. He got stubbles on his face giving the impression that he did not shave for a few days. The guard's lips were settled on a grim line.

“We were knocking a few moments ago. It was raining outside and  we are freezing all over. More importantly, um..." Will paused for a while thinking twice if he will continue or not.

We were chased by a monster. I mentally added.

“That's not a valid reason to murder an innocent door, young man."

“Mister, you got no idea on what's really happening outside, do yah?" Will replied.

“I am not Mister. My name is Peter Hark. And I am aware that it's raining outside, electricity's gone and you're a bunch of rascals who are trying a dare and miserably caught by me." Peter frowned at him.

“We are not-" Will raised in defense.

“Cut the bull rosy-boy. Tell him." Raven interjected.

“Tell him what? That there's a really freaky thing out there who wants to gobble people up but this person, who's responsible for our security, got no clue? " Will flared up all of a sudden.

“A what?"

“A monster's on the loose. Prancing around the school grounds and trying to eat people. That thing tried to eat us but we escaped. You got to help us go home, Mr. Hark." I pleaded.

Silence.

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Then he laughed. Hard.

I was losing my patience and he was adding insult to injury. Literally.

“That's the best joke and worst excuse I've heard so far."