Aleck

I, I, I don't know what to say. Yes, I'm still alive, but I'm not so sure about Aleck. I had walked right up to the leader, and had said something like "Ha, I have caught up to you. You might as well hand over the map. You are not going to escape with it."

To which he said something about the police having caught up to him.

"No, not the police. I have single-handedly, by evading all of your traps, and using my sharp sense of tracking skills, caught up to you. I am alone, without any help!"

At this Aleck rolled his eyes, "what a shame. Coulda used some help."

"What traps? I left no traps." The leader said.

To this Aleck replied, "he's not that athletic. Everything he sees is an ambush."

"Then you are not a threat." He looked to his partner in crime (not Aleck, the other guy), "we'll have to hold him hostage. He is not a threat. Tie him up." And out of nowhere, lightning fast, the henchman pulled a whole 100 feet of rope out of his pocket and tied my hands behind my back in a whirlwind so that I couldn't even see him do it. "Now for you," he turned to Aleck.

But Aleck stood up in front of a pile of boxes, as if acting heroic. 'funny how even traitors can pretend to be heroic at times' I thought. "I"m not moving." he said firmly.

"We'll see about that. Tie him up." the leader said to his henchman again.

Again, the guy pulled 100 feet of rope out of his pocket. The whirwind began again, but this time, it stopped, and the henchman was knocked out, lying on the ground. "I'm not moving! What you're doing is evil. I will not allow you to escape."

"But surely, you know me. My aim is exceptional. If you resist me, you shall be shot."

"So be it. I will not stand for what you are doing."

"Then you will lay scattered in pieces for what I am doing!" And at this he pulled out a concussion-type blaster missile. Designed to rip limbs off minifigures (remember, it doesn't hurt us, but it creates quite an inconvenience trying to put us back together).

I stared at the man's eyes as he aimed the blaster. I squinted a little for effect. "He's bluffing. He won't actually shoot." The man looked over at me, and Aleck rolled his eyes toward me.

"What makes you so sure?"

"I can see it in your eyes."

Aleck shook his head pityingly, "You fool. You don't know him. He's ruthless. He'll do anything."

"No, he won't. He, he's afraid of something." I nodded my head in certainty.

"I fear nothing."

"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?"

"Why wouldn't I shoot?"

"I, I don't know. But you won't."

"Vander!" Aleck shot a look of annoyance bordering on hatred toward me.

"He won't shoot. He's afraid, of something. You can walk away, Aleck. He won't shoot. It's in his eyes."

"We'll see about that!" And with that, this agent of evil fired his bazooka right at Aleck. It was almost comical, as his body flew back against the boxes and his arms remained in place for a fraction of a second before they fell. His legs, staying upright, attempted to take a step. His head, also suspended in midair, showed not a look of pain, but of surprise, as if he'd taken a bite of an apple and it turned out to be a pear. As for the boxes behind him, a large hole was torn out of one of them, revealing a set of small bombs, as well as a stick of dynamite, which had been lit by the blast.

"Better run," said the man, as he put back his bazooka. But as he said it, the dynamite ignited, combining with the bombs, to form a massive explosion which cause everything and everyone to be thrown far from the blast. I picked myself up, mostly unharmed, and turned my head to see Aleck's head staring right at me. I picked him up.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"So that they would run. It would give you a chance to escape."

"No, why did you decide to be good again?"

"I have always been on your side. It is your blog." I clutched at my heart (which is on the right side for minifigures). My blog had been compromised!

"I was trying to make him shoot before he realized what he had in these boxes..."

"I guess what I did was delaying your plan, then?"
"Yes, but you were..."

"dumb?"
He shook his head, making it rock in my arms. "You were right. He wouldn't have shot if you hadn't gotten him angry."

"Err, sorry about that."

"No, it is good. Now you can go. Stop them before they escape."

"I'm not going to leave you in pieces!"

"I can put myself back together." He wiggled his arm, a good ten feet away. "It will just take a while."

"But I can't stop them alone!"
"Yes you can."
"But I don't know which way to go!"

"Just head North."
"Which way's North?!?"

"That way," he pointed with his hand, "and stop shouting. If you were writing to me, every sentence would end with an exclamation mark."

I looked the direction he was pointing and saw the two men, evil mastermind and his henchman, running with the map.

"Now go. Find their transportation before they find it, and disable it."

"But I don't know what it looks like." I said, careful not to shout.

"It is a car or a plane."

"That narrows it down. At least it can't be a boat."

And that has been the last I saw of Aleck for the past 24 hours. I walked north, toward the evil fiend, and away from Aleck, who I turned to see staring at his hand, trying to get it to wriggle toward him. I waved, and it waved back. Their lies a hero, still trying to reassemble himself, who nobly risked his life for a greater cause. I can only hope I am able to make what he did worth this while.