Rachel Eckermann 15

Gabriel opened his eyes. He was in a large oven, being cooked. He could feel the heat underneath him. What was he to do? Oh no! Rachel had concluded that he was Satan. Now, some of New York's wealthiest families would dine on his flesh. But it wasn't just New Yorkers. It was an international clique of Satanists. He wiggled toward the door. Luckily for him there was alot of place. His body was covered with a brown, fragrant sauce. The metal dish under him was moving along with him. Then he spilled himself toward the oven door. The door opened and he was out. He fell on the kitchen floor in the basement. He went to the faucet and cleansed himself as best as he could. His body was still greasy. He went into the bathroom. There was a nice shower. He showered and cleansed himself, licked himself clean like a cat. He covered himself with an oversize bathrobe and exited the Fifth Avenue house. There was Isis, waiting for him. Her skin was very white and milky. She was the daughter of the White Goddess. She had had a few frappes along with wine and beer, fuel to power her endless energy. "Gabriel?" "Drive. Use your intuition. This is deja-vous." She drove the Bentley through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic. "You know, I'm only sixteen." "You drive alot better than me." "When are you going to teach me Kundalini Yoga? You owe me one." "Just do whatever the fuck you want." "I already do." "Then reflect on what you did." "Amazing. You're a real fuck up." "Good luck." Helicopters were following Gabriel and Isis. "What do I do now?" "Go as fast as you can." Isis sped through the highway as fast as she could. There were not that many cars on the road. It was 3 o'clock in the morning. Then the Bentley started to make this strange noise, as of a hiena crying. Gabriel turned the music on to the highest volume: "Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste." He took a CD and flashed it toward the helicopters using the interior lights. The helicopter went away. "How is the White Goddess?" "Mom's very mad at you. You never visit anymore." "I'm sorry. Looks like I am out of the CIA. I'll visit more often." "She wants you to read her Tarot cards. Gabriel, there are cars chasing us." "They will synchronously explode as they approach us." "Really?" Isis sped even faster until the car seemed to reach breaking point. Gabriel threw Isis' whole CD collection at them, paper towels, tissues, and anything else in the car including Isis' pocketbook. "Gabriel, what the fuck are you doing?" "Thinking." "They changed lanes. There are no cars in the middle lane." "Put on your brake. Reverse as fast as possible." Isis stopped. The tires burned hard. The smell of burning tire, intoxicating the night air. Then she reversed. She sped by the cars to the right and left THEN BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. Fiery the fires fell. They were still going backward. "Let's take that exit." Isis took the exit out and they stopped at a Best Western. "It's time to rest."