Games of Anarchy
It’s a Bug-Eat-Bug World Out There
Action Humor
It’s a Bug-Eat-Bug World Out There
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“A… a way out,” I say stunned.
“Yes, but only the brave and the valiant shall prevail. We must wait for the right moment.” The old man says his gray beard growing thicker and longer by the minute.
“When is the right moment?”
“I can’t say, but in the night… Rest now, Brent. For tonight, we escape this hell hole.”
I lay my head upon the filthy pillow of the cell. The Games of Tyranny, in the coffee can stadium, have been miserable and violent. I defeated the Wiggly Worm from Wichita and the Lizard from Liverpool, and now I have met my fellow prisoner, a fellow human in this bug-infested world.
But hope is near.
Shutting my eyes and resting, I see myself in a giant fortress made of stone with torches on either side lighting the way. I step forward and hear my footsteps echo in the lonely cathedral of darkness. Seeing out of the corner of a courtyard, I hide myself among the pillars sensing something strong… something evil.
I am grabbed and dragged by two mosquitoes with bloody eyes and long dripping daggers, their mouths drinking and feasting on blood and flesh. Strong and menacing, they buzz endlessly in the corridors, taking me to a deeper part. The bloody bugs fling me down onto the cold floor as a shadow flickers in the torchlight.
The figure leans forward and chuckles deeply causing me to relieve myself.
“You thought you could escape?”
“W-What? How’d you-” I whisper confused.
“We know everything, Brent,” the menacing voice says.
“How do you know my name? W- Who are you?”
He gets up from his stone throne and walks right up to my face. A disgusting mosquito with a strange and furious distorted look with giant red-colored eyes and four arms, grab my face.
“We have a special surprise for you. Oh, Kitty! Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!” I hear a deep meow from a feline friend. Before I can see it, I wake up in a cold sweat panting for my life.
Nightmare, just an awful night scare.
“Brent,” the old man softly nudges my shoulder. “It’s time.”
Rising, I cannot believe this is my life. Shrunk by that… Nevermind.
I continue toward the opening the old man had made long ago and I stoop low crawling through as I hear rushing water.
We squeeze our way through, the old man is quite nimble and quick for his age.
The tangled passages and dirty tunnels of filth we trudge through splash muddy muck everywhere. The aromas of vomit fill our nostrils as we choke and gag covering our faces with cloth.
“This way,” the old man says. We continue and then as we walk over a grate, two guards notice us. Not just any guards, spider guards!
“Hey! Get the humans! The prisoners are escaping!”
“Go, my boy! Go!” We rush through the mucky water and eventually find ourselves at a huge drop at the end of the sewer pipe. I look down and see a waterfall of dirt falling rapidly down into a pool that leads out of the sewers.
I don’t want to jump, but I have to. I don’t want to swim in that disgusting sea of grossness, but it’s my only hope of escape. “Brent, you have to go.”
“I-I-I, I can’t,” I shout fearfully.
“They’re coming, you must!” I hear the many legs stomping on the metals clinking with creepiness and filling my mind with unease. They come to us in the darkness, their bright scarlet eyes shining in the tunnel of madness. I turn away and glare again down the stream of death. “Go, Brent! I’ll hold ’em back! Go!”
“You don’t have it in you, boy!” I see the hairy eight-legged spiders, four of them, one on top of the other crammed into the tight blackness. “Listen, to me: you won’t make it out there. Out in that buggy terrain.”
“Don’t believe his lies, Brent!”
“Brent Brisky,” the spider says smiling, “The boy who never lost. Vermin are talking, they tell of your fierceness, your tenacity. We need someone like you, Brent. Someone who can fight.”
“Brent! Look at me, you need to jump, now!” But I don’t want to. I am terrified of the spiders but the drop is worse.
“You’ll die, alone, and friendless,” the giant spider went on as he creeps closer. “Your pathetic life shriveled up into nothingness. You’re cornered with no way out! Nowhere to run, no family, no one to rescue you.
“Come back, and stay,” the wicked grin shows upon his black fangs. “Here, you’ll be known, famous, a star! They’ll praise you, we’ll keep you well-fed, but… out there is only death. You’ll be no one.” He begins to creep forward again as I am entranced by his smooth slithering voice.
“Don’t listen to him, Brent! Go! Go home! I’ll ward ’em off!” The old man steps in front of me.
“No, no, I won’t let them have you!”
“Don’t worry about me, son. I’ve lived long enough, I’ve lived an old, miserable life, for far too long. Go, live your life!”
He pushes me as I scream falling into the pit of water, the sea of murkiness draws me down and deeper into the swirling stream.
I’m pulled into a whirlpool for a second and then fling out to the sides avoiding the rocky and jagged stone walls as I slide feet first out into the night and plummet down a waterfall out into the desert sand.
Covered in the sandy hue, I trudge and come out and see the wasteland before me.
I need to hurry because they’re on my tail. I need to race because they’re fast and sleek. I need to run across the desert because that’s my only hope of escape.
This is going to be a long journey.
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