The angel slithers towards us, screaming with the voice of a child as it opens and shuts its claws. Hazmat jumps off the roof of the school and lands on top of it. She tries to get it in a headlock, but it wrenches loose, whips a tentacle around her throat, and flings her at the chain-link fence. Roaring, Hazmat smashes through it and lands in the sand-pit under a swing set.

Me and Casket look at each other. Hazmat is out for the count, and Casket's face is a mask of blood, black in the moonlight. He got shoved face-first through a car window earlier. Damn, I think. This bastard is taking us apart. I run towards the angel, and the last thing I see is that grinning face blurring towards me.

Later, I'm in the car. Hazmat is driving. I'm in the passenger seat. It's soaked with my blood. On the radio, an old white man says we need to protect Murrica from tourism. Everything hurts. I pull the aspirin out of the glove box. Empty. I roll down the window. I lean out so I can see myself in the rear-view mirror. My lower jaw is missing.