The glare of the noonday sun was almost too much for Chaise to bear. Standing there in his worn denim carpenter shorts and ragged tank top, he wiped the sweat from his brow for what seemingly had to be the six millionth time in five minutes. “Whew!” Chaise sat…just for two seconds.
“Boy, I tell you what! It hadn’t been this hot in Torque City since the day they found that Connor boy, you know, at the Seven Eleven on the hill?” A tall burly fellow stood blocking the sun as he stared at Chaise.
Roddy was most certainly the largest man in Torque City. Standing at 7′ 2″ tall, Roddy had rightly earned the name “Sweet Rod” as he’d become a favorite with the ladies.
“Well, you know what they say about Torque City…On the hottest day; watch your way, either from the north, south east or west…the torque cometh.” Chiming in, Chaise stood up to finish his task.
“C’mon now Roddy, let’s finish dumpin’ this stuff before we get spotted. Bossman’ll have our heads if we screw this one up.”
As they dropped the last orange barrel into the loch, Chaise and Roddy heard a dog barking in the distance and scrambled.
“C’mon before we’re busted!” Roddy lurched his 375 pound self toward the pick-up.
Trampling, everything in his path, he hoisted himself in to the back of the truck as Chaise sped off, letting out a great hoop. Everything and gone off without a hitch, totally undetected; or so they thought.
“Click, click…” As the mischievous pair blended into the horizon in the tattered green vehicle, a seventeen year old girl climbed out of the bushes. With a menacing smile Mary Grace put her camera in her back pack and headed for school. Surely she’d get her credibility now. “Just wait till that Jess Greene catches wind of this story. It’ll blow his silly little head away.” Oblivious to the surly figure lurking behind her, gaining fast ground, Mary Grace practically skipped her way towards the main road. Suddenly a cold wet hand wrapped around her mouth and she yipped in shock. Another armed wrapped around her torso. First flailing in utter fear, then passing out from exhaustion, Mary Grace’s fragile form succumbed to the arms of this total stranger…