Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 363

Anger Unleashed
The International Schools Foundation Academy, Chan, John - 11
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scending into heaven in a lift made out of solid gold, Sun Wukong dreamt of all the perks and
benefits of living in Heaven. I am going to be treated like royalty when they see my immense
power! I will be crowned Monkey King: The Great Sage Equal to Heaven! he thought. As the
lift rose, Wukong imagined himself strewn lazily upon a silk-woven couch, graceful maidens fanning him
with delicate peacock feathers from both sides. Peach lipstick painting the corners of his lips, Wukong’s
heart was content.
After an eternity lifting into the heavens, watching the world below him shrink to nothing, the lift
suspended and the doors melted away. Twenty steps ahead stood an immense golden gate. Inscribed along
the top were the words: ‘The Gateway to Heaven’. From behind it, a dazzling light blinded Wukong.
Shielding his eyes with his hairy palms, he marched towards the hinged barrier. With an almighty shove, the
wickets flew off their hinges collapsing onto the ground. Wukong’s eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness
inside. He had entered the Palace of Heaven.
Seeing Wukong, the servants cocked their heads. Noticing their bewilderment, Wukong drew his
cudgel, and the servants lost grip of the belongings which had been issued to them by their masters. Sounds
of scampering feet and screams echoed throughout the hall. The Spirit of The Great White Planet Venus
rushed inside. Surveying the chaos, he fixed his stern gaze upon Sun Wukong who was continuing to wreak
havoc in the Entrance Hall.
“Leave the Heavens immediately, you wretched baboon!” Venus ordered furiously.
“I will not leave! I’m worthy of being a God! I am the Monkey King!” bellowed Wukong in
return.
“Guards!” he commanded boldly. Clicking his fingers twice, a battalion of heavily armed warriors
materialized in front of Venus. They pointed their weapons menacingly at Wukong but Wukong paid no
attention.
“I’m not leaving until I become a god!” he announced indignantly.
His anger was as hot as a furnace stoked to its highest level. His pupils danced with burning flames.
Teeth bared, he barked, growled and snarled furiously at the opposition. He pulled clumps of hairs from his
tail with speeds as quick as lightning. “Grow!” he commanded in a loud voice that shook the lobby like an
enormous clap of thunder. Hairs flew from the palms of his hands. Within seconds, an army of monkeys had
appeared in front of him creating a troop between him and the armored guards.
The monkeys gripped golden cudgels and wore clothing similar to Wukong’s. Forming a human
barrier between Wukong and the armed sentries, the guards were clearly outnumbered: two thousand to a
thousand. With a lazy flick of Wukong’s fingers, the vicious monkeys advanced upon the guards,
brandishing their weapons and screeching in warning. A fight broke out. One, two, three and crash! bang!
wallop! Furious in their manner of war, the monkeys punched and pummeled the guards, pinning them to