chased all along the beachfront. Rycky stole
the ball from a volleyball championship, in
progress, and impaled it on a surveyors stake.
We got chased some more, but this time by two
groups of people..
The terrain was etched in our minds and we
knew all of the byways, as opposed to our
persuers, who must of been from the valley or
other related tourist bases.
The ensuing chase led us right into a
belly-flop-distance-contest, where Rex tripped
and fell onto the runway, landing on the head.
of a trendy-jock. Another hoard of persuants
on our tail, but we were trained for that
type of action and soon eluded the enemy.
In the bottom of the pool, I assigned
positions with the simple waves and gestures
of my hand. One man in the pool at time, with
a man positioned at the face wall and the
other two on the right and left walls to shag
flailed boards, keeping them from clattering
on the deck (which would in turn blow this
whole operation).
I was the first to take the sacred virgin
run. It (the transition) was as smooth as silk.
Gliding into a lengthy carve grind, my rear
coping device wore through and demanded
attention with the sharp barks of metal. against
coping. In the shallow end, I grabbed a fresh one
from my utility pack and snapped it on with the
swift motion of my heel. It snapped on
healthily.
(On cue with the snap, a russle in the bushes 1
went unnoticed near the house as three dark
hooded figures elevated above the shrubs and
remained still.)
I shoved in for another run and gyrated for
what seemed like forever. We went in rotation,
shifting positions and keeping a close vigil
in the event of intruders. Ready at all times
for the sudden dash for the seeming sanctuary
of the surburbanlandscape of driveways and
backyards. So far. All quiet.
I peeled back the velcro once again to see
how much time remained. 0318. I figured about
a half hour to be safe. I snapped my finger
once to get their attention, then twirled my
hand above my head, signaling them to speed up
the pace between runs.
Rycky started to take stronger and stronger
pushes, getting higher and higher air each run.
The same with Rex and Ivan in other moves.
I was on face wall duty when Ivan was taking
his last run. He flailed about intensely, no
cinder untouched. Upon re-entry from a lofty
one, he hung-up on the coping and snapped a
main-bolt. As I leaned over the side of the pool
checking to see if he was alright, I sensed
a movement 90 degrees to the left. I took
an unfailing glance in that direction and froze
at the sight of the three hooded figures
standing abreast not twenty feet away.
The center figure I could see was holding.
some sort of bloodied soiritual knife, that was
still dripping slightly. I assumed that the
sacrifices had finished early this evening.
I then broke the vow of silence shouting, "ABORT:
I turned back towards the pool to help Ivan
as the figures drew closer. Ivan stuck the able.
trucked end of the board up for me to grab.
Grabbing the hanger, I hoisted Ivan out of the
pitRycky and Rex were already at the fence
holding a board out for the retreat. Ivan went
over first while I started chucking the
remaining boards over the wall. I was just about,
to sling the last board over, when Rex pointed
behind me and told me to duck. Not a second to
soon too, for no sooner had I ducked four inches,
I felt the brush of cloak across my back as it
whistled past my ear. I responded with a quick
twisting motion, bringing the tail of the board
around and swiftly landing it in the hooded
figures stomach area. A hissing sound came from
under the cloak where a face should be, as the
figure slumped over and onto the ground. One
down and two to go.
We had to work fast because the other hooded
creeps were closing in fast. Rex made his way
over the wall and yelled that there were more
on the other side. So me and Rycky smashed out
two hoods into submission and scrambled over
the wall to help our buddies out. We were just
in time. There were four of them and four of
us. That's the kind of odds I like to see.
As I clambered over after Ryck, I spotted
another of the things coming around a far corner
of the house. I waited until it was just below
me before I pounced on the unsuspecting sucker,
letting him have it in the center of the back
with the rail of my board. I planted my knee
between its shoulder blades to check to see if
it was still breathing. Satisfied, I moved in
behind the other aggressors, suprising them.
Over by the driveway, another knife wielder
had slashed up the side of Ivan's face and had
him on the ground ready to administer the coup
de grace. Ryck spotted this and reacted quickly,.
running across the lawn, jumping into the air
with his board and pressure dropping onto it's
back. The thing collapsed immediately. Ivan was
holding his face in mute agony, not uttering a
sound. Ryck nudged the figure with his foot,
checking for signs of life. Nothing.
We have beaten them back for a awhile, but
it looked as though they were regrouping for
another assault. We used this precious time to
make our exit.
After we all piled into the car, I started
it up and took off. We started flashing on the