Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 153

Suddenly, the pilot winked at me, and to my horror, a missile was launched from the fighter jet towards our
direction.
“Boom!” We were hit. I saw smoke coming out from a wing of our plane, and it was diving down real fast.
“Go, man!” Monkey King was throwing some parachutes to us. The pilot and the stewardess were already
wearing the parachutes and jumping off the plane.
Before I know it, my three disciples and I were dashing towards the emergency exit with our parachutes on.
“Jump, man!” Monkey King was shouting to us.
“Yes, Brother King,” Sandy said matter-of-factly, “Is that high enough?” He jumped up for a few inches.
“Off the plane, idiot,” Monkey King pushed Sandy and Pigsy off the plane. He then grasped me close to his
chest, the next thing in view was nothing but the big deep sapphire ocean.
Chapter 4: The Speedy Skeleton
Could pigs swim? I didn’t quite know, but surely they could float. My three disciples and I were landing
on the Indian Ocean from 3,000 feet above. I thought we would drown.
But Pigsy practically blew up his big belly and floated effortlessly in the sea. Monkey King, Sandy and I
grabbed Pigsy’s hands and legs, and we floated safely towards the shore.
Yes, I forgot to mention. My three disciples were not ordinary men. They were sort of like the X-men,
with very peculiar and extraordinary abilities which would come in handy when we were in danger.
When we were tidying up ourselves on the beach, a very tall and lean man suddenly appeared.
“How dare you come to the Vulture Peak?” he said spitefully.
“We come to get the Book of Ultimate Wisdom back,” shouted Monkey King, “Hand it back, or you will
taste my fist.”
“Ha, ha, ha, if this filthy pig can run faster than me,” Skeleton was pointing at Pigsy, “I will tell you where
the book is.”
Monkey King urged Pigsy on, “Go, race with him.”
“How can I?” Pigsy moaned, “You see, he is lean and fit. He must run faster than light.” Pigsy was not
incorrect, that man’s built gave him the inherent advantage over Pigsy. He was wiry and swift, he must be
Speedy Skeleton.
“Brother, light can’t run,” Sandy said plainly, “So, he mustn’t run faster than light.”
Skeleton snarled, “We run from here to the other end of the beach.”
It must be about 1,000 m, I was thinking. And there was no way Pigsy could win.
“Brother, I will help you,” Sandy whispered in the ear of Pigsy.
“Ready, set,” Skeleton was running away already, “Go!”
Pigsy bit his lips, “Okay.” He was running, slightly faster than a snarl.
Monkey King and I were staring at Sandy to see how he could help. Sandy was murmuring something in
his mouth.
Skeleton had been running for about 800 m, and Pigsy was about 100 m behind. Then, suddenly, a wall of
sand was rising up from the beach and blocking the way of Skeleton. Skeleton was running too fast to stop,
and he hit the wall hard. It was actually too hard that he was knocked unconscious. His nose and mouth
we re covered with sand.
“Yes, I forgot,” Monkey King said.