Getting the Cake Home - Part 3 (469 hits)
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Submitted by Nath (w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m) (View user info) at 2006-09-08 06:12:00 EDT
Part 1 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/92653
Part 2 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/92752
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Hope started to fade as the bus began to overtake us on the same road, while the tractor was catching up. We both pumped our overstressed legs as hard as was imaginable, desperate to get to stop with the bus. The noise of the tractor bearing down on us was a motivation to ignore the agony in my legs and I pushed harder.
Behind us screams and shouts echoed around the otherwise empty streets. I steadily pulled past Andy and we both started to gain on the bus as the driver slowed down for the bus stop. Without thinking I spun around and threw the shovel as hard as I could.
The throw was awful and just bounced off the front of the tractor, leaving us in the exact same situation, but without any sort of weapon. We were thrown into an all or nothing race. We barged onto the bus the instant the doors opened and yelled at the driver to go. Just one glance into his mirror, showing the men piling off the tractor, with pitchforks and burning torches was all that was needed for the driver to slam his foot down on the pedal, flick the switch to close the doors and speed away at a depressingly slow pace.
"You boys okay?" He asked us as we collapsed on the front chairs. We just nodded, no energy left in either of us to handle giving a full response. "Those guys looked like they were gonna kill ya." He said to himself, carefully navigating the narrow roads out of Durrington. We were on the home stretch. The bus would go all the way home.
"Someone did something," Andy said, checking on the cake and panting like he'd just finished a marathon. "And said we did it instead."
"You get some fuckers like that." The old man looked jolly enough. "You're lucky I'm running a bit late on my route."
"Yeah. Thanks a lot for getting the hell out of there." Andy said. I was still too out of it to speak.
"It's no problem." When we were just outside of Durrington the bus slowed down and pulled over and the man looked around. "However, this is still a bus. Where you going?"
"Netheravon..." I muttered, praying that collectively we had enough money to get us home.
"That'll be four quid then." The man looked deadly serious. We were sat there for a few seconds while Andy and I emptied our pockets of all the change we had and counted up the exact four pounds we needed, leaving us with just a few pennies left between us.
When the money had deposited into its holder, the bus pulled away, the driver once again jolly.
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Between Durrington and Netheravon there's one, tiny village, with an even smaller village attached to the back of it. The bus route went straight past them, following the main road (A345) which just about skimmed the outskirts of Figheldean (the small village) and didn't touch upon Ablington (the even smaller attachment) which was on the other side.
As we came to the outskirts of Figheldean the bus pulled to a stop and the driver called out to us. "More of your friends?"
We stood up and looked out at the front of the bus. There, blocking the entire road was a line of cars, neatly placed and parked in such a way it would be impossible for any vehicle to pass.
"Can you find another route?" I asked the driver.
"Not legally." The driver told us. "No official diversions from the main road. I got to call this in. Sorry, boys, I think we'll have a bit of a wait here."
Andy and I took a tentative look at each other and then requested that the driver open the doors for us to walk the rest of the way. It was only a mile and a half until the Netheravon boundaries. We could do that in a half an hour in our current state.
We took a few steady paces towards the row of cars, and then stopped as we heard a creaking noise coming from behind them. Slowly, weaving in and out of buses headlights there was a person on a bike, just pedalling around in the road, not taking his eyes off us.
"What do you think?" I asked Andy out the side of my mouth.
"Not sure. How many fairs did we hit in Figheldean?"
I did a quick bit of thinking. "Three."
"That's a whole lot of organisers."
"Maybe try the back road and hope they aren't watching it?"
The back road would mean going right through Figheldean, but due to the odd shape of the villages it would also put us back in Netheravon so much quicker.
We set off through Figheldean at a slightly quicker pace. Somewhere behind us we heard the creaking of the bicycle still weaving around on the road.
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Not too far into Figheldean there's a small river running, which the road goes directly over. The bridge is short and well built so no real risk of getting burnt alive on this one.
When we were halfway across we heard the creaking of the bike again. We took another turn behind and saw the guy on his bike, pedalling towards us at an alarming speed. We both dived out of the way as the man shot between us and then leapt off his bike and landed effortlessly on the road.
By the time he hard turned back around to face us, he had two men at his sides and another three had somehow snuck out of the sides of the road and were blocking the other side of the bridge.
"Got your rape alarm?" I asked Andy, who didn't seem to find it funny.
"Just keep the cake safe." He replied.
"You're holding the cake." I said which seemed to surprise him.
"I know." He quickly lied. "I was talking to myself."
We turned our backs to each other again and placed the cake in the middle. I began regretting wasting the shovel on that tractor, but it didn't last long. All six guys moved at once, but in truth they didn't have a clue what they were doing. Andy and I, who had fought against and with each other on many occasions, were a bit better at the brawling.
The middle guy who attacked me tried some stupid thing that I assume he learnt off wrestling, were he jumped up to try and force me to fall backwards. However I was about half a foot taller and I would guess at least six stone heavier, I just manage to catch the guy and swing him hard into the next guy who attacked me.
The two heads collided, knocking the running one to the floor. I quickly discarded the other one over the side of the bridge and heard the satisfying splash as he hit the water below. The last guy I had on my side just looked a little worried and then stepped back. He looked about thirteen years old, so I didn't blame him.
Andy had dealt with his three as easily as we had with ours and together we carried on moving. Cake in hand. The rest of Figheldean was uneventful, their arrogance having got the better of them. Clearly they had assumed that their six boys could handle two of us.
We walked past the sign for Ablington, confidence soaring. All we had to do was walk down one shitty village street, two hundred metres down a back road and we would be home.
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