Jump Ropes of Fire
- Oct 10, 2015
- 2 min read
He couldn’t believe it. ‘The Narrator’ had yelled at him for railroading the Old Man; for cheating him out of his rightful chance to ask the questions. What had this ‘Narrator’ expected? He had to protect his identity, even if he was just a proxy… but no matter, what is done is done. There’s no going back now. This gig was almost done. He had to see it to the end, no matter what happened to him. Speaking of which; it was time for the week’s therapy session; and Nosos was up to bat. Given that he’s the main character, this would be a show worth watching- a show worthy of participation.
Looking out the office glass, he saw the characters were skipping lit gasoline ropes, while chanting, what he assumed where inaudible rhymes. This was not acceptable. How could he, the one in charge, not be able to hear those he was supposed to report on? A sudden thought crossed his mind, ‘Could this be the work of the Narrator?’ He shook that thought from his head, ‘Amos, my boy, you’re getting way too paranoid. What you need is a slight edge- a few extra speakers should do the trick. Flipping a switch marked ‘Additional Surveillance,’ the Narrator watched as a massive speaker dropped from the ceiling, and fell on the Crow’s head, knocking him out cold. Laughing at the Crow’s predicament, he leaned in as the speaker lights clicked green, and the first of the rhymes came in loud in clear, “One, two, I’m coming for you.” Nosos spat in indignation and horror.
“Three, four, I’ll even the score.” Tinnese said, “Man, I love this rhyme,” as his rope left scorched marks on the floor.
“Five, six, I’ll boil the sin from your skin,” Danny said with a smile. “Then you’ll be just like me.” He did three back flips in the air, while keeping perfect pace with the burning rope.
“Seven, eight, say good bye to your mate,” Symphony said, shooting a fire ball directly at Tinnese’s head.
“Nine, ten, I’ll cook you like a big fat hen,” quoted the Crow, who had come out of his coma, thrown the speaker across the room, and had resumed skipping his smoldering rope.
“Elven, Twelve, welcome to hell,” said the Old Man, who always had the knack for stating the obvious.
“Thirteen, fourteen, your world’s burning,” Nosos said. “Yes, it’s my turn again.”
“Fifteen, sixteen, everything’s disappearing,” symphony said, obviously stealing Tinnese’s line.
“Seventeen, eighteen, the end is nearing,” Tinnese said, striking Symphony on the head with end of his rope.
“Nineteen, twenty, your bones I’ll be crunching,” said Danny and Crow in perfect unison. This, of course, caused an explosive argument; that was until the Crow found Danny’s off switch, and powered him down.
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