Deicide

Hitting the Road

 The explosion singed my clothes and launched me through my bedroom window.

 I landed hard on teh grass which knocked the wind out of me. I gasped for air as my house burned in front of me.

 Mom I realized. No no no no no.

 There was no doubt that my mother had still been in the house when it exploded. I lay down in the grass, tears streaming down my face and sunk into unconsiousness for a bit.

 "You ok?" the Devil asked, picking me up.

 I stared at the flames. "Now I want to kill God," I said solemnly. The Devil placed his hand on my shoulder.

 "We need to leave now," he said. "It's better if they think you're dead." He pointed up when he said 'they".

 We teleported away before the inevitable crowd arrived.

 We appeared in Jessica's room. She had one shoe on and her brown hair was in a hastily made ponytail.

 "What the fuck was that noise?" She asked.

 "My house," I grumbled. I gripped the Blade until my knuckles were white.

 "Where's your mom? Is she ok?"

 Tears welled up in my eyes and the Devil shook his head.

 "Oh I'm sorry hon," she embraced me. I buried my face in her shoulder, noting her cinnamon scent and started weeping.

 I pulled away after a minute or two or twenty as it was difficult to tell. Jessica had some tears running down her face.

 I wiped the tears from my face. "Let's go get the bastard."

 "It takes a while to get to New York," the Devil said. "That's where the Ark is."

 The Devil teleported us to the bust station where we waited in the cold night.

 As the Devil explained to Jessica why we couldn't take my car, I looked up at the stars.

 "I'm coming for you," I whispered. "You'll pay."

 * * * 

 The bus arrived at a quarter past midnight.

 The driver looked like he was a day or so overdue for sleep and had the kind of facial hair that said he was either too lazy or too busy to shave.

 The seats were in rows of four separated into halves by an aisle. Jessica and I sat one one side and the Devil sat across the aisle.

 Jessica fell asleep and rested her head on my shoulder. I didn't disturb her and stared out the window repeating I'm coming over and over in my head until I fell asleep.

 * * * 

 "Des Moines," the driver yelled, shaking Jessica and I awake. I had just realized the Devil was no longer glowing, probably for disguise.

 We grabbed a very early breakfast (it was around 4 or 5 in the morning) at a fast food restaurant.

 "When does the next bus arrive?" Jessica asked.

 "We don't need one," the Devil said. "I can teleport us to just outside of the city. Then we can take the subway to Manhattan.

 He grabbed our shoulders and we were standing in front of a subway station.

 We entered and stopped at the turnstiles.

 "Don't worry." the Devil said, placing his hand on the card scanner. We walked through without needing a MetroCard.

 The subway was abandoned save for a few people, most sleeping. It was 5:45.

 We rode for a few stops and then the Devil said, "This one," and we exited the car and the station.

 Above us, the Empire State Building loomed.

 "There," the Devil pointed at the top. "The Ark is up there."