He approached the menacing stone gates flanked by lava falls. With his weapons loaded and his health at maximum, he was poised to face whatever unearthly menace lurked on the other side.
Then the door bell rang.
Quentin glanced at the clock on his dresser. 5:18. Mom must have lost her keys in her purse again. He threw the controller on the floor in front of his TV in disgust. This was only the third time he’d gotten to the Fire Level, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to regain his momentum.
He stomped down the stairs and sullenly unlocked the front door.
“Mom, you’ve got to keep—”
It wasn’t Mom. It was a man in brown. Holding a brown package.
“Can you please sign for this?”
“Uh.” Quentin pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m not supposed to. My mom should be home any minute.”
“Kid, could you just sign? I’m in a hurry.”
Mom came bounding up the front steps, out of breath. She glared at Quentin as she scribbled on the brown guy’s clipboard. Man, was she pissed.
Mom watched the UPS guy walk back to his van, then turned to Quentin, almost quivering with rage.
"Damn it, lad, look at you! You been playing those video games all day again, haven't you? I despair, I really do! Now, get yourself upstairs, get some clothes on, wipe that pizza sauce off your chops, and for pity's sake take a shave! Sweet Jesus, it's little wonder Marion divorced you!"
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: ril