CRUD part 3

All right, here's what happened:

My escape plan involved strenghtening my Nun-Chucks by lubricating them with saliva, as everyone knows that Viking spit has the strength of ten bulls. After fifty days of saliva strengthened my weapon (I would have lubricated my machete, too, but after I nearly lost my tongue the first time ...)

So, with a earth-shattering Olaf the BAAAAALD! (I know you've been waiting for that to come back) I smashed the jail cell door clean off.

I found myself in a long hallway. I went right and saw a squadron of twelve CRUD agents heading toward me. I did an abrupt about-face and saw twenty CRUD agents heading toward me. All thirty-two of them leveled their R-Guns at me and yelled, "The prisoner is escaping!"

"Time to get jiggy," I laughed.

Diving at the twenty group, I quickly slashed one's head off while slamming a hole into the gut of another. An invisible swarm of bees began to sting me at the same time that I got slapped in the face, but I ignored the R-Guns' blasts and continued to kill.

I had just dispatched ten of the twenty when the twelve fell upon us. It was then that I felt the train again. Getting blasted all the way to the other end of the hallway, I fell onto my knees. The twenty two CRUD agents pointed their guns. I dove around the corner as the wall exploded, sending bits and pieces of rocks and bricks everywhere. As the CRUD agents headed toward me, I saw thirty more agents coming up the hallway that I had just jumped into. With a sigh, I dove out the hole.

"Maybe I should have looked before I leapt," I murmured. I was in a tall tower that was surrounded by dark, gray mist. The tower stretched to the ground farther than I could see, and the mists seemed to swallow the lower parts of it up. I heard a shout from above me. Decding to ignore the likelyhood that I would fall to my death, I turned.

Ten CRUD agents had jumped out of the hole after me, and they were all leveling their R-guns at me. I quickly spread my body into the eagle position, and I quickly soared up to the first Agent. A savage blast hit me in the chest, and I was blown through the air away from the tower. Three more blasts it me with quick succession, and the tower and the agents quickly faded from view. I heard one of the agents shout, "You fool! You've sent him away from us with your casual shots!"

Since I no longer saw anyone or anything, I flipped around to face downward. I still saw no movement, and the pain from the attacks from the R-guns still hurt. As I recovered, I waited to see how long it would take before I hit the bottom.

I had counted to one thousand and three out loud before I heard a voice shout, It sounded as though it came from a speaker, and it echoed all around me. "Remove the Concealing mist!" it said.

Suddenly, the dark gray mist disappeared. I saw the tower some three hundred yards to my right. The ten CRUD agents from before were still falling parallel to me. One of them pointed and yelled, "There he is!"

I quickly looked down and saw that the ground was still some distance away. I looked back over at the agents. Suddenly, a strange, flying ship flew up from below. It looked exactly like a purple, chiseled, body-builder's head. The mouth opened, and the ten Agents 'swam' into it. The Purple head turned toward me. Three missiles slowly slid out from all four sides.

"Oh, crud," I moaned.

The twelve missiles blasted toward me. I defended myself the best I could, slicing the missiles in half and smashing their noses in. One still hit me, though, and blasted me several hundred yards further from the tower.

Gasping from the pain, I looked up to see the ship still bearing down on me. I 'swam toward it, engaging in a deadly game of chicken. With a snarl, I slammed my Nun-chucks and Machete on it.

The ship exploded. The blast caused me even more pain, and it sent me even further than before. I looked down and saw that I was right above the sea. Looking down at the base of the tower- which was now visible- I saw that the whole thing rested on only one rock. With a yell, I crashed into the water. The next thing I knew, a rough hand had grabbed my hair and had pulled me into a boat.

"Hello," the short person said, stroking his beard and giving me a grin. "I've been wondering where you were."

To be continued...