Roseanne's Summer Vacation- Chapter 24
“Rosie, wake the hell up! You stubborn, lazybones. I have something important to tell you.”
Natasha nudged Roseanne until she regained consciousness. She was exhausted after a day of intensive walking, so she dozed off when they got back to the hostel.
“Wha… What is it, dammit?” she mumbled.
“That teaspoon lover boy is from North Korea!”
“Huh?”
“Are you deaf? I’m talking about the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea. You know, the one with nukes and a dictator who’s crazy about basketball?”
Roseanne’s sleepy eyes opened in disbelief, “I don’t believe it. How did you figure this out?”
Natasha tapped her forehead. “Mrs Holmes knows everything, baby.” She scooted over on the bed to show the phone. “Remember that photograph of Tae-jun’s fat uncle? I was sure I saw him before. Take a look at that.”
The picture in front of Roseanne presented the supreme leader Kim Jong-un in all his glory: Minecraft haircut? Check Second-hand glasses? Check. Overblown head from donut diet? Check. Smile straight from a toothpaste commercial? Triple check.
“I’m telling you, a guy who carries a pic like that in his wallet is bad news,” Natasha said. “I mean, these people pray to that Kim bimbo in their houses.”
Maybe Natasha was exaggerating. Roseanne shook her head slightly. “I don’t think they’re praying. They just need to have his official photograph at home, clean it, and look after it. I read that somewhere. And if he has that photo, so what? He’s from North Korea. Maybe he’s looking for a better life here.”
“Girl, can’t you see with your own eyes!” Natasha pleaded. “People over there can’t leave their cities, let alone the country! If he’s from over there, it means he’s a freaking spy! They’re all about the military and shit. Haven’t you seen Crashlanding on You on Netflix?”
“Well, maybe he’s a top businessman with permission to travel or something.” Roseanne paused, not knowing what else to say.
“Stop making excuses.”
“I’m not making any excuses!” She took a deep breath. “I just hope there is a reasonable explanation for this.”
The moment Roseanne said this, they heard a thunderous blast coming from downstairs. It was followed by the sound of pots rattling across the floor and a scream as if someone was being skinned alive.
“AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEGHAAAA!” The horrific cry was never-ending.
“What the actual hell?” Natasha asked.
“Let’s go find out.” Roseanne put on her shoes.
***
The sight in the kitchen made the two girls freeze in horror. The gruesome alien-woman from yesterday was the source of screams. With its morbid fat tissue, the monster had pinned Mr Orville to the washing machine. She pressed her left arm against the teacher’s neck and held a meat pounder in her right hand, attempting to strike him. Mr Orville, however, grabbed her wrist tightly, stopping the hammer in motion.
Milena was next to him, curled within the sink, shivering and protecting herself with a frying pan. The student in glasses witnessed when the human abomination emerged from the darkness and charged at Mr Orville out of the blue.
“Help us! Somebody help us!” Milena yelled at the top of her lungs. The sink water was splashing against her tummy.
“Yyyyyyuuuuuughhh… Ghuuuuuuuh,” the alien gasped in high pitch. “YOUR KIDS WANTED TO STEAL MY LAUNDRY! Yyyyyyuuuuuughhh… Ghuuuuuuuh. DIE! DIE! DIE!”
There was no time to waste. Roseanne enforced a surprise attack by jumping on the alien’s back. She applied a chokehold, but this only irritated the abominable monstrosity. The woman let go of Mr Orville and tried to shake Roseanne off her back. Unfortunately, the chokehold couldn’t penetrate through the thick layers of skin, but the girl wasn’t letting go. She latched onto the back like a spider.
“AIE! AIE!” the alien monster shrieked, blindly waving the pounder in all directions. Suddenly, she crashed against a wall shelf with porcelain plates. The wooden surface broke when the side of Roseanne’s back hit it, releasing dozens of plates to crash down against the floor.
“You crazy bitch!” Roseanne cried from pain. Her arms gave in and released the chokehold.
However, Natasha jumped to the sink and directed the sprayer head at the woman.
The alien howled like a madman when hot water irritated her face. Mr Orville took advantage of the situation and knocked the woman out cold with Milena’s frying pan.
The massive body tumbled on the ground with a thud.
“…Help us… somebody…”
Natasha helped Milena crawl out of the sink. Mr Orville checked if Roseanne wasn’t injured. She hit the shelf hard, but she was standing on her feet.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she said, massaging her hip. “Can you believe it? I had a hip injury last year. I just hope it won’t renew itself because of that bitch.”
Thally and Nika came down the stairs. They got back from a cigarette break outside the building.
“Hey, why is John Carpenter’s The Thing lying on the floor?” Thally asked at the sight of the fat body.
“Stop joking. You’d better get the phone and call the police right now,” Mr Orville ordered.
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