The Jadedvisalian

There I was picking up Collette’s glasses and putting them in my pocket. As I continued down the poorly lit tunnel, I had to wonder why she would have been kidnapped? Was it a way to get at me? But I had just met the librarian. Did she play a part in this I had yet to discover? I wished I’d have more time to research Baron von Eighlegs’ family tree. I wish I’d come better prepared. I wish I’d eaten a ham sandwich, I was really hungry. I had nearly turned a corner when I heard voices. I stopped to listen.

I heard a maniacal voice shouting for a group of people to look at the headlines. In bold print it said Visalia was up in a panic at all the strange happenings. The voice was slap happy that his plan would succeed. The speaker’s minions were to go forth to save the city from chaos and bring a sense of order and lull everyone into a sense of security. This villain was revealing his evil plan to be the hero and then once he had control he would systematically destroy all of Visalia. I had to give him credit, it was a good plan.
I tiptoed around the corner. Before me opened up a small cavern. It rested in an deep impression in the ground lit with flickering torches. A man wearing a ridiculous black leotard covered in a spiderweb pattern stood on a dais or for you uneducated types. A really small stage. He wore a strange mask covered with black eyes. Encircling him stood ten minions, fists raised high. They gave a preemptive shout of triumph. They too were dressed in spandex and capes, looking like a group of superhero wannabes. I bet I would see better costumes at a comic convention. Not that I attend them. I’ve heard people talk. Maybe if I found the controller to the spiders I am sure I would find attached to the back of everyone’s neck, I could stop this madness.

I found a ladder that took me down into the shadows and I saw a doorway behind them all. I thought myself I could easily make it down the ladder and to the door without being seen. I proceeded very careful like. I did not want to alert anyone as I lurked about. As I step down the ladder , the ladder broke and of course alerted everyone.

I sprung to my feet as Spiderweb pointed and shouted,”Kill him!”

I made for the door. If I could bottleneck them in the doorway and force them to fight me one at a time maybe I would have a chance. I sprinted and reached the door. The mob was seconds behind me. The door was locked. I turned to see a guy in blue rush at me head first. Torchlight flickered off his shiny bald head. Just before he crashed into me, I sidestepped and grabbed his cape and helped myself to a battering ram. I smashed his head into the door. It clanged loudly. I learned that the door was metal. I hadn’t been able to tell in the dim light. He crumpled to the rocky floor. Then I noticed the hand print reader beside the door. I turned back around and two more thugs, whom I shall refer to as Red Stripes Man and Yellow Pants Lady were on me. I ducked a punch from Red Stripes but got kicked in the hip my Yellow Pants. I stayed balanced, but it would bruise. I punched Red Stripes in the gut and he keeled over, gasping. I stood up to Yellow Pants and said she hit like a girl. She said, “Well, I never!” and slapped at me. I danced out of the way and her open palm hit the hand print reader. The door opened. I darted inside. Yellow Pants tried to follow, but so did an oafish fellow wearing green tights. They stumbled over each other and blocked the doorway behind me. Instead of staying to fight, I turned and sprinted down the hallway, looking for any door that looked promising. I turned the corner and found myself at the end of the hallway, with three unlabeled doors to choose from. Behind me, I heard the clatter of footsteps as my pursuers regained their legs and followed me. I opened the door to the right and entered, closing the door behind me. I turned to see a blur of motion, and everything went kinda fuzzy.

Stan Prolongo by David Avila is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.