by A. D. Spicer
Mrs Tealsey inputs, “We all know this,” as Mr Kings looks at Mrs Dezikie with question.
“Go on…”
Mrs Dezikie continues, “Well, if you could somehow catch him with those strong hands of yours, when he, um, places our poop buckets down, and like, maybe, umm, put him over the grenade-ee thingy?”
Mr Kings looks at Mrs Dezikie with intention of wisdom, “That’s a fucking great idea!” looking down slightly sideways to the ground in contemplation he argues, “I’d have to be real quick though,” he sighs and nods his head with the good intention of going through with this plan that isn’t well thought of.
Both doors are wide open as I go to make my way to place the bucket in a suitable spot for the lot of them. A smashing noise echoes through the warehouse. I, being on peak for what may be hiding in this place, run out carelessly to see what is happening. As the plan for breaking free or taking back some of what these guys have coped fails for now.
As the anxiousness grabs Mr Kings for wanting to go through with his plan, he contemplates on doing it whilst I’m gone. Looking at the girls, he says, “I’m not sure about this.” Mrs Tealsey replies, “We have got to do this baby, we are so close.”
Mr Kings shaking his head, “No!” as he slightly shoves Mrs Tealsey away, “I’m sorry baby, I’m, umm, I’m just losing it!” He continues, “We’ve been trapped in here for weeks, and,” he continues with anger, “I’m going fuckin’ mental!”
These weeks have gotten everyone down on the mental side as well as the physical side. Being trapped in little cages, being practically hand fed a non-choice meal and sitting, sleeping and breathing in their own faeces. Wouldn’t you go mental as well?
Making my way out of the loading door, I look up and down the outside of the warehouse. Looking for any clues or evidence of a being in the presence of the vicinity, picking up a rock I throw it out towards the trees as a diversion to see if anyone would pop out to see what it is. A few minutes pass by as I wait. Then a shallow gust of wind draws a small branch that has fallen from a tree just near that makes a loud scratching noise up against the warehouse. Unsure of whether that is the noise or not, I step inside of the warehouse to get an ‘in house feel’ for the noise. As it does sound quite similar. After that distraction which diverted my attention from what I was originally doing, I make my way back to Mr Kings and the girls.
Walking rigidly towards their room, evident to the noise, a bloke runs at me with a knife, cutting my arm as I attempt to disarm this guy. I grab this guy around the neck and commit to strangling him. Grabbing the knife, the fella drops, I stab him in the gut and twist the knife clockwise to cause excruciating pain. Then I grab the fella and walk him near the room where I’m keeping Mr Kings and the ladies, placing him on the ground. As the bloke tosses and turns in agony and spits out to me after he mumbles, “Fuck you!” I smirk delightfully.
Hearing my footsteps nearing. Mrs Tealsey says to Mr Kings, “Are you ready?”
Mr Kings replies, “Let’s do this.” The footsteps stop, as the anticipation builds up in Mr Kings and the ladies. Then, about five minutes later, a hooded man enters the room with the bucket in hand. Going in between Mr Kings and Mrs Tealsey, placing it just behind Mr Kings as he says, “You’re first,” absurdly, with a huge grin on his face. He leans down to Mr Kings and continues, “Is there a problem?” in a semi-high-pitched tone.
Mr Kings replies directly, “No.”
Mrs Tealsey, unknowing of why Mr Kings isn’t doing anything, grabs the hooded man, by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling tight. She screams out to Mr Kings, “NOW!”
Mr Kings grabs him and wreathes him close to his face, as he head-butts him. The hooded man goes to throw a closed fist at him, as it near misses Mr Kings. He grabs the hooded man’s wrist as it flies past his mouth, and bites down on it, wreathing Mr Kings back, pulling out the pin from the grenade. With Mr Kings being free now, he grabs him, head-butts him again, breaking his nose and throws him at the grenade. Then he throws himself on top of him, punches him in the head and face plants him into the ground, knocking him out, then quickly places him over the grenade, protecting himself and the girls from what’s to be expected.
How long does it take for a grenade to explode?
To Be Continued…