UNDERWORLD EXPRESS

When I at long last got home, I was out of breath.

Mike was sitting on a chair his back at me. He turned his head at me when the door closed, with a bang. I was totally wet because of the sweat, still gripping the sword in my left hand, I angrily looked at the trouble free gnome.

The gnome hade some odd drink in his hands that he was drinking through a straw.

“What’s with the cold stare?” He said smiling brightly.

I still hadn’t gained my breath back “Y(huff)ou, Le(puff)ft me (huff) behind (puff).” I continued to stare at him.

He tried to look as innocent as he could. He had a faked “surprised expression” on his face, “If I wouldn’t have run I could have got hit.” He said.

I looked at him sternly. I turned my back at him, I was going to walk to the kitchen when I heard him gasp… or maybe giggle.

“M-mike (giggle) you have a-a-a…” He burst out into hysterical laughter.

“A what?!” I shout out.

He looked at me for a minute. I thought he might laugh again.

“You have an arrow in your ass.” He sat on the chair giggling.

I looked at him shocked. I tried my butt… And there it was: A long arrow.

Why hadn’t I felt it?.. Maybe because all the feeling left my legs on the half way home.

“You will help me get it off.” I commanded. The gnome sat up from the chair he sighed deeply.

He walked behind me and… “Aargh!” The pain was undeniable. I rolled on the griound.

“Outch… Arghhhhh!!!”

Mike looked at me smiling. He seemed to get some sick entertainment from the situation.

When I got up after rolling around the floor for many minutes, I looked at Mike.

“Why are you smiling I asked.

“Well it’s not like there is coming something good from the TV.” He said smiling

“What TV. I don’t have a TV.” I said

“Exactly!” He replied

I sighed, and looked at the sword. At least I got the sword.

“Hey jack!” Mike shouted from the cellar. I wondered how he got there that fast.

“Yes.” I shouted back.

The gnomes head popped from the cellar, he scared me half dead.

“Do not do that.” I was huffing on the floor.

The gnome was ´Still` smiling.

His expression changed a bit “Is it okay if G’jarg, and Nel come here, next week.”

I made a face, but I still said: “Sure.” Then I thought of something “Why do you call he G’jarg? Isn’t his name Anu?” I asked in a curious tone.

“G’jarg means “The big hair” it is a great compliment in the troll language and culture.” Mike replied.

I looked at him for a while.

“I’m going to bed.” I said

As I walked up the stairs I gripped the sword and looked at it; It had fine white line going on the blade from the tip to the handle, it was golden by color and the handle was made of brown leather. Gold isn’t really the toughest material. I thought.

While stepping to my bedroom, I swing the sword at my hat hanger… it cut easily through.

WOW. Was the first thing that popped in mind as I examined the pure and very clean cut that the sword had made.

I went to sleep on my old bed and pulled my new sheets on myself. The sword rested just besides me.

I woke up to the smell of pancakes.

I walked down and saw mike making a big pile of the sweet pancakes that he did every morning.

As I sat on my normal chair in the kitchen Mike told me “good morning.”

I was very tired and Just mumbled something back to him.

I ate the pancakes and then left to my daily job at the bank.

I hated the bank. My job was so boring. All I did was deny applications, stamp approval to applications and sighed behind a desk… all day.

I sat behind my brown wooden work desk, gripped the old dusty stamp and started stamping, and denying applications.

Stamp, deny, stamp, deny.

Application for loan: reason for loan: Need to start a company that makes food out of dogs: denied.

Application for loan: Money to buy a house: Stamped.

That was my day in my lonely office room.

When I got home I threw my bag on the ground and sat on my chair in the living room.

Mike walked to me and looked at me for a while. “Jack I think you need a bit of some adventure into your life. Follow.” He commanded.

I followed him to the cellar. He walked to the stone wall, he pulled a lever that I had never seen before. The ground under my feet moved away and I fell. When I got to the end of the tunnel I was full of bruises and wounds. “Aw. My head.” I complained.

Mike walked to me from the dark tunnel. He pointed at something before me.

I looked and I saw it. A monstrous train like machine. It seemed to have horns.

I turned to Mike: “What is it.” I asked

Mike was looking at the machine “The UNDERWORLD EXPRESS.” He answered.