IMAGINATION'S PLACE
FICTION
WHACK
By; Speaker Gerald A. Polley
AS THE ANCIENT ONE BADE HIS TRAVELLING COMPANION GOOD EVENING,
he flew on a bit further and then did something that few others could do.
One-third of him seperated from the rest of him and descended to a complex
of buildings below. He entered one filled with exercise equipment, floated
to the ceiling, and settled in to wait. He didn't know exactly when what he
was waiting for was going to happen, but he knew it would be within the next
few days. Two days passed, and various groups of men used the facility, then
one afternoon five extremely dark skinned men with heavy Spanish accents
entered. The others in the facility did not need to be told that they were
to leave. They quickly departed. A few minutes later two guards entered, dragging
a struggling blond white man, who looked barely in his teens. "Shut up!"
one of the guards was saying, "Cooperate and it won't be that bad. Cause
any trouble and you'll wish you'd never been born!"
The young man looked up to the ceiling. No one else could see The Ancient
One floating there, but he could. He gave a broad grin and remarked, "I'm
not going to cause any trouble at all! I'm not gonna HAVE to!" The guards
stared at him strangely, turned around, and quickly departed.
"Kong," one of the colored men snapped, "get sweetie ready." As the biggest
of the colored men approached the youth, the one who had spoken began to
undo his pants. The Ancient One descended to the floor and materialized,
taking on human form. Only the biggest black man saw him, and muttered, "What
the hell?" The others stopped undoing their pants and looked up.
"Where in the hell did HE come from?" their leader snapped. "Who is HE?"
The white youth sat on a bench and answered with a broad grin. "That's my
father, fellers, and I don't think he's very happy with what you've got in
mind! I don't think he's very happy at all!"
"Kong!" the leader snapped, "Throw daddy out of here and get sweetie over
here. I'm getting impatient." The big man grunted and started forward. The
Ancient One grabbed him by the front of the shirt and with incredible force
hurled him towards the wall. The big man struck the cinderblocks head first,
his head drove completely through them, protruding from the far side! His
legs buckled, his body sank down, and he hung there.
The Ancient One walked over to a set of weights, pulled the pins that held
the weights on the bar, and slid them off. The weights hit the floor with
a loud CRASH! "Oh oh!" the young man remarked, "Daddy's in a BAD mood!"
The Ancient One advanced on the remaining colored man. "Don't just stand
there, you idiots!" their leader screamed, "GET him!" His three companions
charged forward. Two of them never got close. Vicious blows from the metal
bar split their heads, and they fell to the floor, never to move again. The
third man however, got ahold of The Ancient One and for a few moments they
struggled viciously, 'til the Ancient One threw him over h im, and the metal
bar took him across the back of the neck, sending him to the floor. Now,
The Ancient One advanced on the leader, who began to cower in the corner
and scream "No! No! Mercy! In the name of God, mercy! No, don't! Don't!"
One swift blow of the metal bar brought silence. The young man started to
rise but The Ancient One motioned him back. and positioned himself by the
door. The door opened and the guard came in came in.
"Hey, fellas," one of them screamed, "keep your little sweetie quiet! We
don't want the warden down here!" They began to look around. Their mouths
fell open and one of them muttered "Jesus!" It was the last thing he ever
said for at that moment the metal bar took him across the back of the head.
the other guard tried to back off, raised his hands to protect himself, but
it was too late. The bar came crashing down and he crumbled to the floor.
The Ancient One tossed the bar aside, nodding. The young man rose and came
over. "Thanks, dad!" he cried with a big smile.
The Ancient One looked at him very crossly. The young man backed off, bowed
politely, and said, "Thank you for coming, father! But I could have handled
it."
The Ancient One smiled, and ruffed the young man's hair. "I didn't want
you to get your hands dirty," he remarked. "I told you to stay out of trouble!"
"I'm sorry father," the young man answered. "They were hurting the children.
I had to do something. They only got me for taking the car. They had no idea
I did the rest."
The Ancient One nodded. "Stay here," he instructed, "'til you see the guard
up there on the wall look away, then leave quickly. Get in with a bunch of
others and be highly visible." The young man nodded. The Ancient One took
on his true form, went out the door, and flew up the wall. The guard hearing
him land, turned around and looked at him quite bewildered. "Excuse me, sir,"
The Ancient One commented, "kindly continue to look at me until I depart.
There is something you must not see. If you do, I will have to kill you and
I don't particularly want to do that."
The guard nodded his head. The Ancient One watched his son leave. When he
was well out of sight he winged skyward, the bewildered guard staring after
him. The Ancient One stopped at a pay phone and called a special 1-800 number.
"Agent Green!" a voice answered. "It's me," The Ancient One snapped. "There
was a little trouble at the federal facility 276. I'm afraid I left my fingerprints
behind. A little careless today! Take care of it!"
"Yes!" the voice on the other end of the line answered. "Certainly! Right
away!" The Ancient One continued on homeward. He felt better. Some of the
frustration was gone. He really DID feel better!
THE END