Eviscerate

Chapter Six

"On my way, Director Crowley." Slightly advancing in speed I changed course toward Lake County airport. About 20 minutes later we were hastily bustling onto the plane, I was relieved to find plenty of seating room meaning we wouldn't be seperated. Since I was seven I hated planes. I hated all transportation through air. Late at night my brother used to tell stories for hours about "what I heard" about our grandmother's death in a plane crash. No matter how many times I reminded myself it was all bullshit he had conjured in his own head, I remained convinced. Lexi chuckled next to me as soon as she saw my infamous 'I'm-Quitting-My-Job-To-Work-At-A-Fast-Food-Place' look which I usually only displayed when I had been pissed off by meetings with the other divisions, or in situations like this where I had been pushed way passed my limit. But the one thing which made Lexi and I so compatible was her sarcastic humour and lack of pity. I had to admit she was pretty ruthless in her ways, especially when recovering from a hang over which I hadn't seen for years. In situations like these she usually manages to keep a cool head, and often reminds me to loosen up a bit. We aren't hired to flail and cry as innocent citizens across America are brutally murdered, we're supposed to be the 2% who stop the spasms in our limbs and tear ducts and do something about it. I give Lexi a death glare anyway, which only elicits a harder bout of laughter. Once she settles down, mainly snickering into her fist, the plane begins to lurch into action. Clutching the arm rests with closed eyes, I sigh as Lexi begins convolsing in a medley of gasps for air and embarrasing squeaks. "You seem a little quiet, everything alright?" Lexi cradles her head in her hands as she begins crying with laughter at my weak attempt at sarcasm. People are beginning to stare which causes a soft chuckle within me. Beginning to relax a bit I throw a sideways glance out the window, the landscape below not proving to be too interesting. As Lex composed herself a flight attendant checked on us, Lex ordered the both of us warm spiced rum even though I had ordered chamomile tea.

  When the order came, Lex was eager to drink. Warm spice rums and black spice rums were her favourite and hadn't had much of it since last November because of the hot weather. "Abend?" Lexi says. I reply with an exhausted grunt, my gaze rolling back to hers. "Do you ever.." she pauses, chewing the inside of her cheek as she articulates the scrambled words in her brain, "do you ever consider what it would be like to be in a relationship in a job like this?" I laugh, "this job is like some tyrannical mother who wants her baby all to herself." Lexi gives a weak chuckle. I contort my face in a state of mock realization, "we aren't about to have a deep talk about guys we like, right?" Lexi playfully swats my arm, "shut the hell up Alex," I laugh again, "everyone on this plane hates us, you realize that?" Lex flushes, drilling her gaze in the ground as she sits still in her seat. I finish the spice rum and start on the tea, only for my face to twist in revulsion at the mixture. God, I hate planes.