Nick was utterly bewildered. He had absolutely no plan and was outnumbered and probably even outgunned. His big brain was working furiously to hold on to anything that would give him even a drop of hope.
A Drop.
He caught sight of an open tap and a hose some distance away, at the very corner of the barn. It was common knowledge that pigs hated water...So, Nick needed it.
He was not tied to anything, which he noted was extremely careless on the pigs' part. Even the dark brown muck had faded. It was just him and the water vs. the pigs. Nick had never been the athlete type, and he knew it would take him more than a handy mathematical equation to get him pout of here. So he steadied himself, took aim and sucked in all the air he could.
He closed his eyes and sprinted towards the pipe, each step feeling more helpless than the other.
Did I do the right thing?
Are my laces tied?
Too late to think about that now.
So Bring it on, Barnies!, he silently screamed in his head.
The Barnies had been taken by surprise. The big gruff pig (leader) just stared at him as he ran towards the pipe. But then, he managed to recover his wits and screamed as loud as his tiny piggy lungs would allow him.
"Capture the Human! I want the scumbag chopped to pieces!", he roared.
By now Nick was only a few strides away from the pipe. An uplifting feeling of slow ecstasy overtook the mountains of doubt in him. He could make it now. This was it.
He was unaware of the hundreds of heavily armed, highly trained, vicious and unforgiving pigs charging at him. He was unaware of the big gruff pig taking aim on his bow. He was unaware of the Pig Artillery steadying their aim. He only knew that their was a pipe ahead of him, and that was all he needed.
He finally reached the pipe. It was no longer dripping now, in fact the land around it seemed parched; rain was now a stranger. He looked around frantically for a tap, but in vain.
By now the pig army was barely twenty feet away from him. His heart pounded desperately in his chest, each beat resonating in his head.
The pigs were dying to get Nick. Not all of them had tasted human blood, and those who had were in no mood to share.
Nick's hands met with a small red valve on the underside of the pipe, cleverly concealed. He twisted it, expecting a jet of cool aqua too wash his cares away. Literally.
Instead the pipe just sputtered, coughed and died. Nothing came out, not even the tiniest of drops. Cornered and helpless, Nick was really in trouble now.
The pipe was making odd noises now. "Water, water, water", Nick muttered under his breath.
The pigs did not seem afraid of it, though it had made them a bit more hesitant. They were chanting now, a slow, rhythmic chant that sent shivers down poor Nick's spine.
The pipe was making louder noises now, and Nick wasn't sure whether to be assured or angry. So as he stood there wondering what to do, he felt a small pull at his legs. It was the pipe. It was pulling him towards it, gradually getting stronger. Nick tried to fight it, but gave up realising that he had nowhere to go.
So he was sucked into the pipe, travelling through it so fast that he felt the skin on his face would peel off. Back in the barn, an arrow now stuck out where his head had been a few moments ago.
He was pulled along helplessly, into a land unknown.
A Drop.
He caught sight of an open tap and a hose some distance away, at the very corner of the barn. It was common knowledge that pigs hated water...So, Nick needed it.
He was not tied to anything, which he noted was extremely careless on the pigs' part. Even the dark brown muck had faded. It was just him and the water vs. the pigs. Nick had never been the athlete type, and he knew it would take him more than a handy mathematical equation to get him pout of here. So he steadied himself, took aim and sucked in all the air he could.
He closed his eyes and sprinted towards the pipe, each step feeling more helpless than the other.
Did I do the right thing?
Are my laces tied?
Too late to think about that now.
So Bring it on, Barnies!, he silently screamed in his head.
The Barnies had been taken by surprise. The big gruff pig (leader) just stared at him as he ran towards the pipe. But then, he managed to recover his wits and screamed as loud as his tiny piggy lungs would allow him.
"Capture the Human! I want the scumbag chopped to pieces!", he roared.
By now Nick was only a few strides away from the pipe. An uplifting feeling of slow ecstasy overtook the mountains of doubt in him. He could make it now. This was it.
He was unaware of the hundreds of heavily armed, highly trained, vicious and unforgiving pigs charging at him. He was unaware of the big gruff pig taking aim on his bow. He was unaware of the Pig Artillery steadying their aim. He only knew that their was a pipe ahead of him, and that was all he needed.
He finally reached the pipe. It was no longer dripping now, in fact the land around it seemed parched; rain was now a stranger. He looked around frantically for a tap, but in vain.
By now the pig army was barely twenty feet away from him. His heart pounded desperately in his chest, each beat resonating in his head.
The pigs were dying to get Nick. Not all of them had tasted human blood, and those who had were in no mood to share.
Nick's hands met with a small red valve on the underside of the pipe, cleverly concealed. He twisted it, expecting a jet of cool aqua too wash his cares away. Literally.
Instead the pipe just sputtered, coughed and died. Nothing came out, not even the tiniest of drops. Cornered and helpless, Nick was really in trouble now.
The pipe was making odd noises now. "Water, water, water", Nick muttered under his breath.
The pigs did not seem afraid of it, though it had made them a bit more hesitant. They were chanting now, a slow, rhythmic chant that sent shivers down poor Nick's spine.
The pipe was making louder noises now, and Nick wasn't sure whether to be assured or angry. So as he stood there wondering what to do, he felt a small pull at his legs. It was the pipe. It was pulling him towards it, gradually getting stronger. Nick tried to fight it, but gave up realising that he had nowhere to go.
So he was sucked into the pipe, travelling through it so fast that he felt the skin on his face would peel off. Back in the barn, an arrow now stuck out where his head had been a few moments ago.
He was pulled along helplessly, into a land unknown.
"Stay tuned for more"-Author
