FIFTY EIGHT

There was a loud yelling from within a room with blood stained floors as a young woman slowly forced a pin up a man's eyelid.

She then began to giggle then said,"Stop screaming, you're making me laugh."

"Stop, please I beg you, I'll tell you everything!"

"Okey dokey, but first I have to finish punishing you for not telling us earlier, you were a bad boy."

"Please, I have a wife and two children, have pity..."

She tilted her head, while forcing the pin deeper and making him shout more till a deep and powerful voice commanded,"Enough."

The woman squeaked, then ran to stand beside the tall man at the door, then scoffed as she held back a laugh with her hand.

Mr Welshes slowly walked towards the man whose eyes were either looking in the wrong direction and unable to focus or red as blood, then asked,"Where is it?"

The man said between breaths,"It's kept within the Arizona desert, area fifty one, it's known to be an extraterrestrial artefact, so they're conducting research on it, now please, let me go."

Mr Welshes stood up and started walking away, then the woman took an axe and giggled as she walked towards the screaming man then swung it at his head and tilted her's when blood spluttered all-over her face.

Mr Welshes walked out and one of his men asked,"Sir, should we go and get the artefact?"

"No, I'll get king Tutankhamen's dagger on my own."He said, cuffing his sleeves and tie.

***

After the nurse said I was good to go, faster than she thought, I first went to pay Luis a visit and apologize for dragging him into all of this.

He was on his side as I sat by him, then I asked,"What's wrong?"

"Where's Mack?"

"I heard he went back to China, probably to run away or something."

"Or not... he's preparing."

"Preparing for what?"I asked.

"The next time we face Jonathan, and we must too."

I looked at him for a second then stood up and walked away, by the door, I said,"I'll be ready when you are..."

A few hours later...

It was the dead of night and Luis was asleep, then he abruptly opened his eyes.

He picked the lock of the frame his leg was on then it landed on the bed with a cushioned thump and he winced in pain.

He strained to get off the bed but fell, then held the frame with his hands and slowly arched his legs down to the floor like the hands on a clock.

He tried to get on his feet but a sharp pain coursed through his body then he fell again, but he clenched his fists, then placed palm after palm on the floor, beginning with an L sit, he pulled his legs back and held a frog sit for a few seconds, before slowly and painstakingly extending them in a split, into a handstand above his head.

He slowly lifted up on arm, but the fell and banged the floor with his fist as he cursed in pain.

But then he remembered Lucille, he remembered Lucy...he started again, from the L sit, to the frog sit, to the split into a handstand, but this time, he took it slow and began doing handstand push-ups, he didn't remember the last time he did something like this.

After his forty fifth rep, he slowly pulled his legs back through his hands and sat on the floor, then looked at the balcony...

Starting with the L sit, he went on through the frog sit, then the split and to the hand stand, then lowered his legs to perform a Manna technique, he pulled his legs back up and thrusted them down, flipping twice with the momentum and landing straight on his outstretched arms.

In a frog sit position, he began with a Straddle Planche, to a Full Planche, as he slowly walked towards his bed on his hands, reaching his destination, he sat down and chuckled to himself, he had a long way to go...

Starting with ten muscle ups on the rings, I did the original Iron Cross to the Victorian variant then did a V sit to a Butterfly hold, then I did an Arabian to a triple barani on the dismount.

I clapped the powder on my palms, I was still a child on the inside...a determined one...

I palm stroked the tennis ball flying at my face, then hit another, slipping and doing my boxing footwork while hitting all the lightning aimed targets.

I kicked a metal pole with my shin and rubbed it in pain, but looked at it again, then frowned and kicked it harder.

Doing a 540 spin kick, to a butterfly axe kick then throwing an elbow to my side, front and a flying knee in the same direction, I knew my form wasn't good enough, I had to train harder, unlike Mack, who was probably sitting in some five star hotel with some fresh bimbo, trying to get over Ruby...

Mack raised his forward foot and dodged the spear blade that was swiped at it then crane kicked it, he planted his other foot on the bamboo stalk beneath him and threw a sjisj at the side of another.

He blocked one with his elbow then back flipped over another, before jumping to the side, avoiding being impaled, then did a b aerial and broke through the shaft of one of the spears, then did a back kick to another of the people that attacked from behind.

The man fell off the bamboo poles, but held on for dear life over the twelve foot tall grass wood, then swung over, only to get a flying kick from Mack and knock down two others with him.

A man with a pair of hook swords wiped one at Mack, but he blitzed backwards then did a standing bridge as another with an Emeici swiped it at his head, he dropped down the poles and held on to one, then kicked the two the people were standing on and manipulated their movements by making them seek balance, then, he tic tacked off the poles and did a crane kick at the one with the Spiked club, flinging it into the air and into his hands, then he grinned and spun it then knocked the person's legs and lunged at the others, facing the Emeici spear wielder head on, and holding off the one with the Hook swords.

Mack, when he was done with the rest, did a Webster split kick to the two remaining spears, knocking them out of the wielder's grasps, then landed between two bamboo stalks with his split held, did slow breathing movements and ended them in a straight palm strike.

At that moment, a car stopped in the middle of the desert and a man in a black tuxedo walked through the sand, and cuffed his tie...