T? Calm down man, you're wierd and that's why we like you but we don't want you to sing or force us to love you or anything, we just want you to know we all appreciate you and stuff but there has to a boundary or things could get... scary!
Anyway, I know it's been ages but here it is at last, chapter 12 of The Quest for the Orb!
Chapter 12, A Gun and a Half
Aaron yanked desperately at the end of a metal rod wedged under boiler 3. He had arrived at the engine room after a quick detour to avoid a slig that had ducked off his patrol route for a smoke; Aaron had reached the basement 3 minutes early. Then, to his horror, he’d found that the gun he’d shoved under the boiler had somehow got stuck. He was already 4 minutes late and the gun was as firmly wedged as ever, he gave it one last desperate tug and stumbled backwards as it suddenly shot free.
Aaron was flung back against boiler 2. Shaking his head to clear it, (mudokons have a skill that means when disorientated, they recover quickly) he jumped up, gun in hand and, rubbing the back of his head, scrambled up onto the top of boiler 3. He was halfway up when he realised that he only had half a gun in his hand! It had already been very rusty when he’d taken it from the weaponry and his hard yanking had been the last straw: it had snapped in half. Aaron almost cried in anguish; he leaped off of the boiler and stuffed his arm underneath it as far as he could… nothing.
Muttering every curse and swear word he could remember, he climbed back onto the boiler and towards the skylight.
Meanwhile, in the bunks, Bill sat on his bed wondering how Aaron was doing. He glanced at the clock, there were 14 minutes till Aaron had to be clear of the place. So much relied on his quick escape.
Bill was awoken from his thoughts by a voice from the shadows: “Well? You think he can do it?” The old mud stepped forward.
“He’s got it in him, as long as he remembers to go 12 hours… I mean metres instead of 15.”
The old mud chuckled, “Yeah, that’s my fault, I told him 15 metres the first time I was here, before I worked it out on the map for him. I guess he absorbed it better than I expected. But don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll remember.”
Aaron had decided that one pace was a metre long, as was the skylight he had just squeezed through. So he had begun counting up the wall while trying to keep all his paces the same length: “11, 12, 13, 14, 15. Ok, this is it.”
Aaron placed one foot into a crack in the wall and his hands on jutting-out bricks. Then he hauled himself up with his impressively strong arms and got a grip with his other foot. He pushed himself higher and higher till his hands reached the top of the wall and over it. Moments later he felt barbed wire press against the palm of his hand and a bolt of electricity surge down his arm. “$h|t!” He thought.
“I tried to remind him before he left the bunks, I told him, “it takes a slurg nearly half a day to climb a wall”. You know, 12 metres, nearly half a day is 12 hours.”
“You idiot!” Gasped the old mud, “Now he’ll be to busy tryin to work that out to remember the numbers. You stupid, stupid eegit!!!”
“S-sorry dude, I was tryin t-”
“Shut it!” Hissed the old guy, cutting Bill off, “Ok, I ain’t got much of a choice I suppose, don’t tell anyone about this or I’ll… You’ll be able to guess what I’ll do when you see!”
And so saying, the old guy bent gown and begun to chant. Bill was amazed, he had seen chanting before of course, but he had never seen anyone make the energy glow so brightly in the air around themselves.
The old guy wasn’t paying attention to Bill’s amazed look; his thoughts were fully on boiler 14 downstairs. “Enter command… command… electric security fence: 1 tenth for 30 seconds… command entered.”
He stopped chanting: “Please hurry Aaron,” he muttered and then ran off without giving Bill a second glance.
Aaron opened eyes that had been closed for fear of painful death.
“Time remaining: 25 seconds.”
Gasping in amazement at the lack of strength in the fence, slowly, he began to pull himself up, ignoring how much his hands were pressing on the wire.
“Time remaining: 15 seconds.”
He managed to get his left foot up, before crushing it against the sharp wire. He swore from the pain and slipped back, scraping his upper leg badly: blood was gushing down his shin and over his already bloody foot.
“Time remaining: 10 seconds.”
Gritting his teeth against the pain, he hauled his body up again, electricity to weak to kill him but strong enough to be painful surged through his hands and arms and body. The top of the wall was 3 metres wide. He hauled a bloody leg onto several lines of electrified barbed wire: the pain was immense.
“Time remaining: 5 seconds.”
Both legs were on top of the wall.
“4 seconds.”
He was standing on top.
“3 seconds.”
He took his first painful step across the fence.
“2 seconds.”
He was almost running forward, his feet and left leg burnt with agony.
“1 second.”
Almost at the end were he would spend several seconds lowering himself carefully over the edge.
Then he was falling - he hadn’t been counting his distance and had run clumsily into thin air. The barbed wire behind him flashed for a quarter of a second as the electricity flow in it increased dramatically. It was only a quarter of a second but…
Aaron landed hard on his leg; he tried to stand but staggered as his left ankle screamed out in pain. He could barely move… then a row of bullets flashed past his ear, hitting the wall with a ching…
Hope all you guys like, now i gotta run cause I sorta promised another chapter of Splat for tonight as well, LATER DUDES!!!!!
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