JimSoft Insanitarium -> Insane Stories -> The Adrock and Inshane Story

A short, chunky, blonde-haired man and his friend were walking around downtown. They were delusional. Their names were Adrock and Inshane. It was a danger being in the vicinity of these two—every so often they would mistake the odd lady as a meat loaf, middle aged man as, most of the time, a hotdog with sauce, or a little two-year-old child as a Big Mac with large chips and medium coke from McDonald's. Lucky for the kids they didn’t like McDonald's. In fact, whenever they saw a little two-year-old kid walking down the street with it’s meat loaf and hotdog, they would leave the poor McDonald's Meal and attempt, usually unsuccessfully, to chew at the mother and father’s limbs. Sometimes they would, in fact, manage to chew away a limb and begin chomping at the neck. They usually didn’t get much further before the police and psychiatric hospital employees arrived, and sometimes the fire brigade.

On this particular day, Adrock was hungry. Very hungry. He began running after a light post, thinking it was a lollypop. After several unsuccessful attempts at pulling it out of the ground, he crossed the road and headed back to Inshane. Inshane, being in a closer to normal than usual mood, asked Adrock, “Got any money?”

“No, but I’ve got plenty of little chocolate coins and half eaten lolly wrappers,” responded Adrock with a mouthful, “Want some?”

“Adrock!” exclaimed Inshane.

“What,” said Adrock, calmly.

“YOU ARE EATING OUR MONEY!” cried Inshane as he tried to grab the money off Adrock, not daring to touch the ones in his mouth.

“Hey!” screamed Adrock, now in a high pitched voice after Inshane had punched him in, what seems to be known to science as, his ‘genitals’.

“I had to do that,” said Inshane, “I had to teach you a lesson. If you are going to get anywhere in this world, I am going to have to tell you… lots of… stuff… which is good… and stuff. You at least need to know what some real words and to use them how!”

“I found a lollypop, Inshane!” said Adrock.

“PUT THAT CHINESE LADY DOWN!” yelled Inshane, “YOU’VE GOT SLOBBER ALL OVER HER!”

“Mmm.... Chinese food!” said Adrock making awful slurping noises. Inshane dragged the lady from the puddle of drool Adrock had formed while trying to eat his lollypop a moment ago, and threw her down on the sidewalk a few meters away. Then she ran off and jumped into the closed door of a moving vehicle, screaming and dripping Adrock-drool all over the sidewalk and people she passed.

“ADROCK!!” Inshane shouted, “STAY HERE! I WILL GET SOME FOOD! DON’T DO ANYTHING. I WILL BE BACK IN A FEW MINUTES!”

“Ok,” said Adrock, chewing on something squishy. Inshane noticed a man lying on the ground in front of him with an eye missing.

“ADROCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he screamed.

“Yummy,” said Adrock, “Marsh mellow!”

Inshane groaned loudly. He seized Adrock’s jaw, pulled out the half-chewed eye, shoved it back in the man’s eye socket and punched him in the genitals to wake him up. Then he punched Adrock in the ‘genitals’.

The man jumped up and ran, screaming in a high-pitched voice, “I can see! I can see!” Then he slammed into a lamp post, and slid to the ground, sighing in the same high-pitched voice, “Must have been hearing things.”

Adrock ran to the lamp post yelling, “Pamela Anderson! Yummy!”

“ADROCK!” Inshane yelled after him, “Fine. Screw him! I’ll just get some food from the petrol station for myself.” He walked towards the petrol station not far up the road, only to find Adrock had beaten him there. He had obviously heard the words, ‘food’ and ‘petrol station’.

He was now laying down next to one of the petrol dispensers singing, “Coke, coke, such wonderful stuff, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum...”

He continued saying ‘yum’ for as long as Inshane could bear before he ran into the shop, grabbed as much real food as he could afford, ran out without paying, and disappeared into the sunset, which just happened to be a smashed-open neon sign which was turned on.

Inshane died of electrocution and although Adrock never had any life in the first place, he lost it from what he thought was an overdose of coke. Adrock’s family attempted to sue the owners of the petrol station, but lost. In fact, Adrock’s family was sued by Child Welfare for bringing up a son so stupid that he mistook petrol for coke. It wasn’t even fizzy!

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Some days later, Marruy was sitting in his green lounge chair, his brown eyes staring blankly at the television. He was rather tall and had blond hair. It was likely he was thinking of an incident yesterday in which his arm collided with his head in a stupid stunt in which he had jumped and attempted to spin around seventeen times in a row before landing on the ground.

He heard a crash in his kitchen, directly to the south. He struggled to climb up and went to investigate, for once avoiding the wall separating his lounge room from his kitchen.

He found his 3-week collection of dishes smashed on the floor. He kneeled down to get a closer look at the damage, then stood back up, sighing, “Why…?”. He turned around and screamed. A short, bloated blonde-haired stranger was standing in front of him. The stranger reached out and put his hand over Marruy's mouth as he kept screaming and pausing to take a breath every few seconds. After a minute or so he stopped and the stranger removed his hand from his face.

“What… Where… Who are you?” asked Marruy, shakily, reaching through his rather limited vocabulary for the correct words.

“I'm Adrock. I'm dead.”

Marruy said he didn't believe him, but really he wasn't paying attention to what he said—he probably would have believed him otherwise. Adrock decided to prove he was dead by walking outside through the west wall of the house. Unfortunately for him, that side of the house was about six feet from the ground, as the house had been built on a hill. His yell could be heard as he fell and when he hit the ground. He came back in the front door a few moments later, grumbling, “Can't fly, and can’t penetrate the ground with my skull, though… it hurts, too.”

Marruy stood gaping at him for a few moments. Adrock waved his hand in front of his face. Nothing happened. They stood there for about two minutes, and finally Marruy snapped out of it.

“Yaaargh! Who are you?” he screamed. Adrock began to explain again. Marruy remembered and asked him what he wanted him to do about it.

Adrock explained that he must find the place he died at and get his revenge before he could go to heaven, but he could not do it himself because his body went through anything except the ground. Marruy, having heard hundreds of science fiction stories involving such things, had no problem believing this. He said that he would help if Adrock didn't hurt him. Adrock agreed.

Adrock stayed in the house for the next few days, sleeping either in the living room or on the kitchen sink, when one night he walked into Marruy's room while he was asleep and suggested they hijack a bus. Marruy immediately sprung up and yelled, “Yes mum!”

Adrock, perplexed by his response, led him down the hallway and walked through the front door. Marruy attempted to follow him, but caused extensive injuries to himself. He tried several times before he realised the door was shut. He opened it and walked out, tripping three times on the steps leading off his front veranda.

Marruy was led blindly for half an hour when they reached a bus stop and sat down, and Marruy had a chance to come to what senses he had while they waited for a bus to come.

The bus finally arrived and the door opened. Marruy asked for two tickets. The bus driver, a fat, bald man, eyed him and said, “Two tickets?”

“Yes, two. One for me, and one for my friend,” answered Marruy, gesturing at Adrock impatiently.

The bus driver eyed him again, grabbed two tickets and handed them to Marruy, “Fifteen dollars.”

Marruy gave him a five-dollar note, insisting that he keep the change. The bus driver shook his head, grabbed the steering wheel and muttered to himself. “Damn loonatics.”

The door closed and the bus took off. It stopped some time later to pick up another two men. One of medium height with short black hair, who also insisted on two tickets. The bus driver turned to glance at Marruy, and then back again. He sighed and handed the tickets over, and once again he was offered five dollars.

The two men walked down the aisle. The taller one attempted to sit next to Marruy, but Marruy objected sharply, “Don't sit there!”

The man turned around and spotted Adrock, “Huh? Oh… We'll sit over here.” And with that they walked across the aisle and sat in the opposite seats.

The bus driver, who had been watching, turned back around and shook his head. The bus took off again.

Marruy asked the other two who they were. The first responded, “I'm Rayg. This is Inshane,” He gestured at the second man.

“Inshane!” exclaimed Adrock, “Where ya been?”

Inshane responded, “We came to hijack a bus”

“Us too!” said Marruy, excited.

The bus driver turned around and asked, “You what?”

“Came to hijack the bus.”

“WHAT?”

“Came to hijack the bus.” Marruy repeated.

“Right,” said the bus driver, sarcastically, as he focused his attention back to the road.

“What is hijacking, Adrock?” Marruy whispered. Adrock explained. Marruy and Rayg, filled with new knowledge, exclaimed, “Ohh-hh…”

Rayg asked, “When will we do it?”

“I dunno, how about now?” suggested Adrock.

The bus driver turned around and asked, “Now what?”

“Hijack bus now,” said Marruy.

“You were serious?”

“Of course!” called Rayg.

He stopped to think for a second, and then jumped out of the bus. Marruy watched him bounce past along the road, then disappear out of his sight as the bus continued.

“Who's driving the bus?” said Inshane.

“Me,” responded Marruy.

“But you're over here,” said Adrock.

“Oh, yeah… hey, where's Rayg?”

“Over here,” called Rayg, “I'm driving the bus.”

Adrock and Inshane breathed a sigh of relief. Marruy, taking no notice, asked, “So, where are we going?”

“Petrol station,” Adrock answered.

“Why?”

“That's where we died.”

Inshane scoffed, “We? That's where you died, sucking on the petrol hose, not me.”

“It was a coke hose, not petrol!”

“What made you think it was that?”

“The coke sign--out the front of the petrol station!”

“You're so stupid, Adrock,” laughed Inshane.

Marruy walked up the aisle to Rayg. “We're going to the—”

“I know. I heard,” Rayg responded.

Marruy spent the next ten minutes asking, “Are we there yet?” only to receive a response of “No,” from Rayg.

They soon arrived at the petrol station.

“Yes,” said Rayg.

“Yes what?” asked Marruy.

“We’re there.”

“Where?”

The other three clambered for the door. Adrock managed to squeeze out in front of them and scrambled toward the petrol station yelling, “The sign! Coke!” He ran over to suck on the petrol hose, but his hand went right through it. Outraged, he called out, “ Marruy! Come here!” Marruy, who was still standing in the bus trying to work out where they were, climbed out and went over.

“Got a match?”

“Yes,” Marruy said suddenly. He pulled a match from his pocket, lit it, and handed it to Adrock. It fell on the ground.

“Oh, yeah,” said Adrock, “forgot about that.”

Marruy reached to pick the match up again, and as he picked it up Rayg came over asking, “Do we need to fill up the bus?”

“Yes we do,” Marruy responded, not thinking.

Rayg ran off to fill up the bus and Marruy blew out the match.

“Hey! Why'd you do that!” protested Adrock.

“Wouldn't the petrol station explode if I dropped this match?”

“Yes! That was the whole idea!”

“Why do you want to blow up the petrol station?”

“Revenge -- you know, the coke overdose,” insisted Adrock.

Inshane, who had been listening, walked over to them, laughing, “Coke? He still believes it was Coke!?”

“What are you talking about?” asked Marruy

Inshane opened his mouth to explain, “He—”

Adrock covered his mouth with his hand and said, “Never mind.” He then released his hand from his mouth.

Inshane walked off snickering to himself and shaking his head, “Coke overdose… hah…”

“Just light the match and throw it here,” instructed Adrock, pointed at a puddle of petrol.

“I don't know why, but… Ok…” said Marruy as he lit another match. He was about to throw it into a puddle of petrol when he realised something.

“Won't I die?”

“Uh… forgot about that…” Adrock hesitated, “I, uh… give you the… gift, yes, the gift of… invulnerability…”

He waved his arms in front of Marruy and then took them away.

Marruy stopped to think about the situation for a few moments, before saying, “Ok.” He threw the match in the puddle. Unfortunately, it had already burned out. He lit another one and threw it down.

Rayg watched from the bus as the entire petrol station was engulfed in flames. He began to laugh. He then began to gape as Marruy came walking out of the fire unscathed. “But you just got deaded... killed... exploded!” he stuttered.

“I'm invincible,” said Marruy.

“Th-that-t-that's impossible…”

“Adrock made me invincible, look. I'll prove it. Punch me as hard as you can.”

“Er… ok, if you're certain,” said Rayg as he pulled back his right arm ready to punch. Adrock came running from the flames calling to Marruy. Rayg's fist was thrust forward into Marruy's face and he fell unconscious.

“I forgot to tell him it only lasts for a minute or two!” exclaimed Adrock. He shrugged, “Oh, well.”

Adrock began to fade. “You're… You're…” was all Rayg managed to say.

Adrock looked at his hand. It was semi-transparent. “It's happening!” he shouted, “I'm going to heaven!”

“Oh,” said Rayg, calmly.

An intense beam of white light was shot down from the sky onto Adrock. He looked up. “Ooooowwww!” he screamed, “My eyes! My eyes!” He looked back down. “Oh, great,” he groaned, “I'm afraid of heights.” He could see the petrol station down below, and Inshane and Rayg next to the bus, and Marruy unconscious on the concrete.

He began chanting to himself, “Don't look down, don't look down.” Then he would look up and yell, “Ow! My eyes!” So he rose, looking up and back down, making a lot of noise, probably waking up the entire insane population for miles around.

Inshane walked over to Rayg, shaking his head, and said, “Moron.”

Marruy soon woke up and climbed to his feet almost immediately. “Where did Adrock go?” he asked.

Ignoring him, Rayg asked, “So, what did you die of, Inshane?”

“Sunset,” he responded, pointing to a sign to the west of the petrol station.

“You mean that neon light?” corrected Rayg.

“No, the suns—” He looked at the sign, dumbfounded, “Neon light? A NEON LIGHT!? I DIED FROM A NEON LIGHT!?”

“Well…” Rayg thought for a moment, “Well Adrock died from drinking petrol. What you died from wasn't stup…” He paused, thinking the statement through to himself—despite his limited intelligence, he still knew, mostly, how to avoid insulting people, “Wasn't as stupid as what Adrock did.”

Inshane thought about this, “Hmm… You're right. Well, I need to get revenge on it.”

“How? It's already broken.”

“We'll unplug it,” said Inshane, with very little thought.

“Yeah… That'll work!” cried Marruy from behind them. Rayg and Inshane almost leaped forward with fright. Marruy had woken up halfway through their conversation and had only caught the last part, not very well, either. He asked what the plan was several times before he understood. “Oooohh… We unplug it!” Inshane and Rayg sighed.

“Well, let's go then,” ordered Inshane.

“Well, if it get's rid of y—” Rayg stopped, once again thinking his statement through, “—gets you into heaven.”

The three of them clambered onto the bus. Marruy opened the door and was dowsed with petrol.

“Rayg,” said Inshane in a curiously calm voice, “Why is there petrol in the bus?”

“I filled it up,” Rayg answered.

“He filled it up,” quoted Inshane sarcastically, “YOU FILLED UP THE BUS, STUPID! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FILL UP THE FUEL TANK!!”

“Really? Maybe that's why my car doesn't go…”

Inshane sighed, “Just get in the bus and we'll go over there.” He pointed at the sign. They all climbed into the bus. Rayg took the driver seat and Inshane sat in one of the front, petrol soaked seats. The engine started and the door closed. Rayg was about to hit the accelerator when Marruy started knocking on the door.

“Hey!” he called.

“Oops…” mumbled Rayg, as he pressed the button to open the door. Marruy climbed in and took a seat near Inshane. Rayg closed the door and the bus moved ten metres. The engine stopped, the door opened and the three of them climbed back out of the bus.

“Well, here we are,” puffed Rayg, exhausted. They were now standing slightly closer to the sign than before. From there they could see a cord coming from the broken sign to the post, very high up.

“How are we going to get up there?” asked Rayg.

“Um… Fly!” said Inshane.

Rayg thought for a second. “But we can't fly…” He stated, “I don't think so, anyway…”

“Well… you can now,” said Inshane, confidently. He waved his arms in front of Rayg for a few seconds.

“Right,” said Rayg sarcastically, “Fly.”

“Yes, fly.”

“How? I can't fly!” Rayg repeated, “There is no - what?” Marruy and Inshane were looking up at him. “You shrink or something?” he called down.

“Um, Rayg?” called Marruy, “I think you're flying…”

Rayg looked down. An amazed expression spread across his face. “I'm flying.” He muttered. A few seconds later, something snapped. “I'm FLYING!” he repeated. With that he turned and flew off into the distance, out of view of Inshane and Marruy.

“But…” muttered Inshane. His voice trailed off.

“But what?” asked Marruy.

“But… like your invulnerability… it…”

“It... oh," Marruy had strangely caught on, “But that means…”

Rayg came flying back, very ecstatic, hysterically chanting, “Heeheheeheee! I'm flying! Heeheeheeheheehahahaha!!”

“Rayg! Quick!” Called Inshane.

“Quick what?”

“Grab the cord!” Marruy and Inshane called in unison.

“The cord? Oh, yeah.” Rayg flew to the cord, less than a metre away. He grasped it, and not a moment too soon. His power had worn off and he was now dangling by the power lead, which had come undone.

“How is he going to get down?” Marruy asked, half to himself.

“Easy, just cast the spell again.” Rayg called down.

Inshane sighed, “First, it wasn't a spell, and third I could only do it once.”

“Oh, so how am I going to get down then?” Rayg was still calm, hardly realising his predicament.

“Aha!” Marruy called, having come up with an idea. This occasion was, as you would have figured by now, very seldom. “Just grab that rope dangling down off the sign!” He pointed to what appeared to be a piece of rope hanging from the sign. He had had his attention set on it for several minutes, fascinated by it.

“Yeah… good idea…” Something seemed strange to Rayg saying that statement to Marruy. He reached over and grabbed the rope. Just as he was doing so, Inshane noticed something about the rope. It had pointy metal bits on the end of it. Upon further examination he realised the whole thing was metal.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was too late. Rayg grabbed the wire and was jolted to the ground, and thrust upon Marruy.

They woke up some few seconds later, in time to see Inshane vanish into the atmosphere. “Well, that was a job well done,” Rayg sighed with relief, “I'm gonna go home now.” He turned around and was shocked. “Uhh… Marruy?”

“Aahaaa…?” Marruy replied dreamily.

“Why are we lying on the ground?”

“Lying on the ground? We're not—” He turned around, “We're lying on the ground!”

“Hey!” A voice called from behind them. They both spun around, shocked. The dark figure, faceless and featureless, realising from the stupid expressions on their faces that it had their full attention, continued speaking:

“You have three days to get revenge on the object or person responsible for your death or else you can not be admitted to heaven and will be sent to hell. You are able to cast a Temporary Previous Inability Abilitie-izer, which can allow you to help an insane person to reap your revenge…”

Rag and Marruy stood there gaping. “Death? Hell?” Rayg repeated to himself.

“You? Responsible?” said Marruy, pondering these words.

Several moments later, another figure came running along the sidewalk and into the charred remains of the petrol station. “Help me you two!” He called. Marruy and Rayg strained their eyes to see who it was.

“You?” Called Rayg.

“Yes, It's me.” It was the driver of the bus they hijacked earlier.

“But… How can you see us? We're dead!”

“You too? Well, so am I.”

“You're dead? But how?” Asked Marruy, now understanding what they were talking about.

“Well, you know when I jumped out the door of the bus when you hijacked it?”

“Umm…. Yeah,” said Rayg, “That was real stupid.”

Marruy laughed, “It was funny to watch though!”

“Yeah, well that killed me—I bounced down the road and my neck collided with a lamp post.”

Marruy laughed harder. The bus driver looked at him sternly. Marruy stopped laughing and muttered to himself.

“Now I have to get—” started the bus driver.

Rayg cut him off, “Revenge? Us too. What do you have to get revenge on?”

“The lamp post, idiot.”

“Oh, yeah. The lamp post. Why the lamp post again?”

He let out a long sigh, “Because that was what ki-illed me.”

Marruy and Rayg nodded their heads and let out long 'Oo-ooh's of acknowledgment.

“Lamp post revenge we? Get how,” said Marruy.

Rayg looked at him. "I think he means, 'How do we get revenge on the lamp post?'"

“Well, first we have to get someone who is insane enough to see us. I've tried all over the neighbourhood.”

“Yeah,” Rayg agreed, “We're gonna have some trouble finding someone as insane as we were.”

Marruy scoffed, “Speak for yourself, Rayg! I'm not ins—”

“Marruy,” Rayg said calmly, “When was the last time you were in the psychiatric hospital?”

Marruy immediately objected to this, “I've never been—oh—Wednesday.”

“See?”

Marruy muttered to himself something about a fence post and three nails. During these mumblings, there was a loud explosion behind them. They spun around.

“My bus!” cried the Bus Driver, “It's… Nooooooooo! My precious bus!”

Rayg was confused by this, “Well, what use is it to you now, anyway?”

“Well, that's obvious. I can… I need… I've got to… hmm…”

The three of them walked over to the smouldering wreckage of the bus. Marruy looked on the floor and screamed, “Argh! Another bomb!” He ran back out of the bus. Laughter erupted from the other two.

“Bomb?” Laughed Rayg, “BOMB?” Marruy looked on the floor and spotted a watch.

“Well, it's ticking, and it's strapped around something…”

“What is that that it's strapped around?” Rayg asked. A closer look revealed it was a man's arm. It had been severed from the body they spotted halfway down the aisle.

The bus driver pondered, “Well, if that guy’s dead then his…” A hand fell upon Marruy’s shoulder.

He turned around and shrieked, “Rayg! Ghost! GHOST!”

“Marruy,” Rayg said mockingly, “We’re ghosts.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Now get out of my arms,” Rayg ordered. Marruy had jumped into his arms with fright and was shivering. He climbed back to the floor of the bus. Another man stood into the group.

“Aaargh!” Marruy screamed again, “Ghost!” Rayg looked at Marruy sternly. Marruy shut up.

“Who are you?” asked Rayg.

The stranger said, “I was him,” He pointed to the body on the ground.

“What do you have to get revenge on?” Asked the bus driver.

“I dunno…” The Stranger began, “I was in the bus and petrol started pouring in. I tried to escape but the door was locked. I almost drowned.”

“Why didn’t you just climb out the window?” suggested Marruy.

The Stranger looked around, dumbfounded, “Windows? That’s what was in the way?”

“In the way of what?”

“Never mind,” sighed the stranger.

The bus driver pointed out that he had not yet said how he had died, or why he was in the bus in the first place.

“I saw these two,” he pointed at Marruy and Rayg, “coming off the bus, and I had seen one of them driving it before, so I decided I’d get a ride.”

“You’re so stupid,” laughed Marruy.

“Shut up Marruy,” said Rayg sharply. Marruy stamped his foot and turned away.

“How come your arm and watch and body were still intact if the bus exploded.”

“I don’t know…” answered The Stranger.

Marruy’s eyes lit up, an idea burning in his head. “Maybe it was radioactive!” he said eagerly, “Maybe it became slightly immune to exploding!”

“But what about the watch? And what the hell does radioactivity have to do with anything here!?” Rayg yelled.

Marruy’s eyes were burning with a feeling of expertise in this area. “Maybe the watch was radioactive as well. Radioactivity does heaps of stuff. It—”

“Where did you hear this?” asked Rayg, mockingly.

“I read it in a comic book not long ago… It’s real up-to-date and stuff… I—”

“MARRUY! COMICS AREN’T ABOUT REAL THINGS! THEY ARE P-R-E-T-E-N-D!”

“But… but this comic was in the non-fiction area!”

“Shut up and sit down!” Rayg yelled at him. Marruy sat down on the seat and muttered to himself once again, he seemed to be having a whole conversation.

The others understood some of it, “Still reckon it was radioactive…”

Rayg said, half to himself, “So, it looks like this guy –”

“Leahcim,” the stranger suddenly said.

Rayg looked at him with a very curious look. “Leahcim?”

“Leahcim!”

Rayg’s eyes widened and he looked at him even stranger. The stranger noticed this look. He spoke several half-words such as, “Bah–” and “Ptif–” followed by, “You fool! My NAME!”

Rayg and Inshane stared at the stranger stupider than ever. “Huh?” they said unanimously.

“YOU IDIOTS! MY NAME! MY NAME IS L-E-A-H-C-I-M!”

“Oh…” said Rayg, calmly, “Well, why didn’t you just tell us that in the first place?”

Leahcim sighed.

“Well, we need to find out what you have to get revenge on… Petrol? Match? Marruy?”

At the sound of his name, Marruy had snapped out of a daze he had been in for several minutes. “Oh! I get it! You’re name is Leahcim!” Leahcim sighed again.

Marruy realised what Rayg had just said, “Why would he have to get revenge on me?”

Rayg shrugged.

“Well… I suppose it would be the heater that caused it…” Leahcim strained to remember what had happened.

“The heater?” asked Rayg, somehow confused, “What heater?”

“Over there,” he pointed toward the front of the bus, “I turned it on and the bus exploded.” He looked back at his body on the ground. “Woah. I got thrown back a bit…”

“Oo-oh! The hea-ter!”

“You blew up my bus!” cried the bus driver, “Why’d you turn on the heater anyway?”

“I dunno… I guess I was cold…”

“Well,” sighed Rayg, “let’s go find someone to get revenge for us.”

“Where?” asked the bus driver.

Marruy said, “Why not make them?”

“Make them what?” Asked Rayg.

Marruy shrugged.

“What did you say just before?”

Marruy thought hard, “Oh! I get it! Your name is--”

“No! What did you say just a second ago? About making someone something.”

Marruy remembered. “Oh! Why not make someone insane?”

“How?”

“Umm…” Marruy thought hard once again, “We… cast that… spell… thing… the one that Adrock and Inshane–”

“Cast the spell thing to make them insane so they can see us! Good idea, Rayg!”

Marruy scoffed, “Rayg? But I thought of–”

“Quick!” shouted Rayg, ignoring him, “There’s someone over there!”

“Rayg!” Marruy yelled, “We’ve got to–” Rayg, Leahcim and the bus driver were already on the sidewalk talking to a silhouetted figure. Marruy ran over to them. “What happened?”

“I cast the spell thing on Mailliw,” he pointed to another red haired man to his left, “He’s crazy too now. He’s agreed to get revenge on the wire, the bus and the lamp post.”

Mailliw nodded.

“Well let’s get to the bus! It looks like it will still work...” suggested the bus driver.

Mailliw took what was left of the wheel. He started the engine and drove onto the road in front of the petrol station. “Where is the lamp post?” de asked.

“It’s… around this corner I think,” said the bus driver. He pointed to the curve just ahead of them.

Leahcim, Marruy and Rayg and the bus driver were sitting in the front row of seats once again.

Marruy had been thinking to himself for a few moments. “Luck!” He said suddenly.

“What?” Said Rayg.

“Luck! I have an idea! LUCK!”

Rayg shook his head and looked back out the window.

Marruy climbed up and walked over to Mailliw. The bus turned the corner and up ahead was the lamp post where they had hijacked the bus earlier. “I cast on you… um… luck!” said Marruy. He waved his arms in front of Mailliw’s face.

Mailliw lost control of the bus. It skidded and swerved left to right as Mailliw attempted to slow down.

“The lamp post is just there!” Shouted the Bus Driver excitedly.

“Where?” screamed Mailliw.

“In front of us!”

“IN FRONT OF US!? MARRUY! GET YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM MY FACE!”

Marruy had slipped into a daze. “Huh? Oh… Sorry.” He removed his hands, but it was too late. The bus crashed into the lamp post. Mailliw’s head collided with the windshield. The lamp post fell on a nearby overhead power line, bringing down all the power poles in a two kilometre radius to the ground like dominoes.

The bus driver began to fade. The lamp post had been destroyed. His revenge had been sought. No sooner had the bright light struck him than Leihcim began to fade. His vengeance on the bus was also fulfilled.

Some moments later, Mailliw sat up from the driver’s seat. He looked in front of him and sighed, “Oh, great. I’m dead.” Immediately he began to fade – His revenge had been sought on the windshield, which was lying in ruin on the road in front of them.

It came as a great surprise to Marruy and Rayg that they also began to fade. The petrol station was in the area in which the power lines had fallen. The live wire was no longer live. Marruy and Rayg had found their revenge, but like most things, they never knew. Soon, all five of them were being beamed up toward heaven.

Marruy's final earthly comment was, "Wow, that was lucky.

© 1998 by Stephen J. Currie (CrazyJiMMIII)