September 26, 2012 by jcfarnham
Little different this week. A tale of daring, wonder, and peril! Staring me?
He dangled over the shark tank, handcuffs biting painfully into his wrists.Doctor Malevolence said, “You are a hard man to kill, Mister Farnham. Before you die, would you like to know where I have hidden the plans for the Super-Hypo-Anti-Gravity Blaster?”“Will it do any good?”“Oh, not for you I should imagine.”“You always do this, Malevolence.” He struggled against his bonds, swinging precariously over the tank. “You’re predictable if anything.”“And yet I have bested you, have I not?”“Certainly seem to think you have…”“What’s that boy? Speak up?!” Malevolence roared, stepping closer to the waters edge. His whiskers quivered in anger.With one almighty jerk of his body, Mister Farnham swung himself out towards his captor locking his legs about the fiends shoulders. The chain yanked them across the tank, trailing Doctor Malevolence through the shark infested water.“Like I said, you’re predictable.” Farnham muttered. “Killing me in my sleep would be easier than the usual farce”Without a second thought he released his hold on the good Doctor’s shoulders and the man went tumbling to a death meant for some one else.Mister Farnham swung there for a moment or two, tested the cuffs once more, and sighed. “How the hell am I going to get down from here…?”The tape wound to a halt and the room lightened. The class of young heroic hopefuls watching the video turned their attentions towards their tutor.“Thankfully, he was let down a few days later by the cleaners, but not before trying to gnaw his way out.” The tutor shook his head in amusement. “The moral of the story? Free yourself before you kill the person holding the only key.”
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Dan Latham is a wage slave with dreams of glory. He lives in southern Oregon with his wife and two dogs. He enjoys hiking, sword fighting, and brewing beer. His scribblings can be found at his blog.