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A Tale Of Two Ninja Kids – A Martial Arts Adventure Story

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Chapter 10 – Myasako’s Bravery

That night Martin’s mother, Amanda, went alone to Jacobson Muldridge’s house.

“Will you not come?” she asked Myasako as he sat on the stairs.

“No. Do not go,” he said to her again. He wondered whether he should incapacitate her for her own good.

“People must make their own choices in life,” his father rang in his heart.

“Ok, well they’ll be very disappointed, and so am I,” Martin’s mother said. She stopped as she opened the door to leave.

“Don’t you want to protect me?” she asked, turning around and smiling.

“Yes. So I will not accompany you,” Myasako said, sitting a little bit taller on the stairs.

“See you later tonight, unless you’re asleep,” she said. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Myasako.”

“Goodnight,” Myasako said, and she closed the door behind her.

As soon as she left, Myasako ran upstairs, got his bag with his nunchuks and an old rope he had found in the woods, and he leapt out of the window again, climbed down the tree, and as Martin’s mother was getting into her car below him, she shut the door and he silently climbed on top. He had been taught to tread as if his feet and hands were kissing the surface that he was crawling on, and as he got on top of the car, he didn’t make a sound, and was not seen in the darkness of the evening by Martin’s mother.

The car drove and he clung his vice-like fingers onto the edges of the car where the doorframes were.

“A ninja’s grip is paramount!” his father had said to him. Myasako had an image of all those hours of training his finger strength, hanging from rings and bars by just the tips of his fingers, doing push-ups on his fingers, striking walls with his fingers, climbing up ropes and hanging there by one arm.

“The grip is essential, not only with the fingers but with the toes!” his father always used to tell him.

With bare feet, Myasako was clinging onto the rear doorframes as well, wrapping his feet and toes into any grooves in the doorframes he could find, and he was sprawled out on top of the car, like a spider locked into position, and he was driven away from the house through the roads, past the park, and up the lane towards the Muldridge residence.

As the car approached the gate Myasako rolled off and followed in low as the car slowed down. The security guard came out of the office and shone a light on to Martin’s mother, and asked her who she was. She explained herself, politely. The gate opened and as she drove through the gate, Myasako did the same thing as before. He ran in using the car as cover, and he rolled away from view of the security guard behind the building. He was by the door of the security guard’s office, and the guard walked around to get back in through the door. Suddenly he was tripping over the outstretched leg of Myasako, and Myasako gripped the man at a certain point on the neck and pinned him down to the ground. The man soon passed out, but was still alive, and Myasako dragged the man back into the office, took away his walkie-talkie, his mobile phone, and using the rope in his bag, he tied the security officer to the corner of the room, on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Myasako said to him as he left, bowing to the man, and he took the man’s keys from his belt line, moved his phone and walkie-talkie well away from him, and locked the guard in the office from the outside. He looked around, pocketed the keys, then sprinted again across the grass, and was soon in the bushes near the house.

He watched as Martin’s mother got out of her car.

“Amandaaah…” Jacobson was at the door, and he greeted her with a sly smile as she approached him.

“Hello,” she said, smiling slightly, and soon he had embraced her with one cold arm, and they were walking together into the house.

Myasako glided towards the same window as before. It wasn’t open but it was unlocked again, and he popped it open, slid inside the house and closed it behind him.

The two parents were walking through the house together.

Just as Myasako went to hide behind the curtain, he noticed in the corner of the room was Arthur Muldridge, lying on a bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Myasako froze. When he saw that Arthur’s head hadn’t moved, that he hadn’t shouted and sounded the alarms, Myasako jumped behind the curtains just as Martin’s mother and Jacobson entered the room.

“This is Arthur,” Jacobson said as they walked past his bed. “He’s not feeling very friendly tonight.”

Arthur was still staring up at the ceiling, as if he was on very strong painkillers.

“How many of those tablets did you give him?” Jacobson asked the nurse who walked in.

“Sir, I’m so sorry. I just gave him one, but he somehow…I don’t know how…but he managed to take the bottle from me when I wasn’t looking. He took an extra two, and I think that’s why he’s…unresponsive.”

Jacobson approached his son and looked down at his face.

“Arthur! Arthur! Is he alive? Is he Ok?”

“Yes, yes,” the nurse said. She was Chinese, and she was looking at the boy on the bed. “Yes, he’s fine, he is just very drowsy, that’s all.”

Jacobson stepped back. “Give him whatever you can to liven him up. I can’t believe you would be so careless!” He turned away from her.

“So sorry,” the nurse said, and as Myasako looked through a tiny gap in the side of the curtain, he could see that the nurse was smiling.

“Sit, Amanda, please sit,” Jacobson said to Martin’s mother.

Myasako stood completely still and listened as they talked about boring things – school, subjects, the town, the weather – all kinds of boring things. But Myasako listened, emptily, as if he had no opinions, until Martin’s mother started talking about more important matters.

“So, why is it that Arthur picks on my son at school?” she said.

“Ah, I’m not sure, to be honest,” Jacobson said, looking at the table to avoid her eyes. “But I have spoken with him about it. He will certainly not do it anymore.”

“But it’s been happening for years. You know I have complained to the school but you have never turned up to speak with me. Why only now have you asked me round?”

Jacobson brought his fingers up to his face and rested his chin on his hands.

“Is it because this time Arthur actually got hurt?” she said. “Now you pay attention because your son was hurt instead of mine?”

Jacobson sat back. “Perhaps, yes,” he said. “Perhaps it took this beating for me to be on the other end, and realise how terrible fighting and bullying is. If that Japanese boy hadn’t been bullying Arthur…”

“I’m sorry?” Martin’s mother interrupted. “Myasako is not a bully. He…”

“He is a bully. There is direct evidence. He hurt my son very badly…”

“Yes but in self-defence.”

“I think not.”

“Oh, you know I think I’d like to leave,” Martin’s mother suddenly said. “I thought this conversation would be reasonable, that you would be reasonable, but for you to suggest and be so blind as to not see that your son is a little monster, then I don’t know why we are here.”

Jacobson stood as she did.

“I’m sorry, Amanda,” he said, raising his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. You’re right. I just don’t want to admit it. My son is a bully. Yes, he is. Please, sit, the food will be ready soon.”

At that moment the waiter brought in the starter. Prawns in a strangely shaped cone dish.

“Will you at least join me for this starter? You’re right, again, I’m sorry.”

Martin’s mother put her handbag down and sat. Then she took her knife and fork, and quietly began to eat. Myasako looked through again and could see Jacobson was not eating. He was staring at her, smiling slightly.

“Now, where is young Myasako?” he said.

“He’s at home. He didn’t want to come. He had this wild idea about you setting a trap for us, how you were going to do terrible things to us once we came into your home, as revenge for what he did to your son.”

“Did he? Did he really?” Jacobson said, leaning back with raised eyebrows. Myasako hid from view completely.

There was a pause.

“How are the prawns?”

“Very nice indeed,” Martin’s mother said. “Do you always have a chef on call?”

“Yes,” Jacobson said. “He’s the best.”

“Yes, well he…” Myasako heard a knife and fork being dropped.

“What’s in this?” Martin’s mother suddenly said, sounding alarmed, as if she had just seen something terrible.

“What do you mean?” Jacobson asked.

“I feel…I feel dizzy, like the world is…is mushy and…”

Myasako looked through the tiny gap in front of him and saw Martin’s mother fall off her chair and collapse to the floor.

Jacobson stood up.

“She’s ready!” he called, and four large men walked in, each taking a limb, an arm or a leg, and they were carrying her limp body out of the room and into another. Jacobson threw his napkin gently on the table and followed after.

Myasako took his nunchuks out of his bag, and he followed. He followed the noise of footsteps, Jacobson’s heavily clicking shoes, and he held both nunchuks in one hand, with the other outstretched for silence and balance. He noticed the keys in his pocket started to jingle ever so slightly, and he pressed them down on to his leg with his free hand.

He could see them down the corridor, and suddenly he sensed a nurse walking through to the side of him.

He darted behind a statue of a lion and the nurse walked past. He heard her muttering to herself:

“Now he is a good boy. Give him a few more pills, and now he is a good boy.” She kept walking, in private dialogue with herself, and Myasako moved again down the grand corridor with fine paintings and golden trims on the walls, and he saw the men, Amanda and Jacobson turn down a corner at the end of the house, and begin to walk down some steps.

More staff were walking through in between rooms. At one point there was a statue of a Samurai standing at the wall. Myasako had to freeze and blend with it as two male housekeepers walked past, in conversation with each other about white bed sheets. Myasako kept walking, and he approached the stairs.

He started floating down the staircase that began to wind and spiral, and after what felt like minutes of walking, he was at the bottom, in a cold, dark and enormous basement, where Martin’s mother was being strapped to a bed, and the men were preparing injection needles.

Martin’s mother began to stir and wake up.

Suddenly she started to scream. One of the large men put his hands on her mouth, muffling the awful sound, and eventually she stopped screaming.

“Now, here is what is going to happen,” Jacobson said to her, walking around, clicking his shoes on the hard floor, and staring up at the ceiling.

“You will take me to Myasako. You will take me to your home, and I will be accompanied by these men. They are trained killers. You will let me in your home, compliantly, and you will let me take Myasako away. After that, you will never hear from me again, and I promise you that Arthur will never lay a hand on your son. How does that sound?”

Martin’s mother was trembling.

“Give her the first injection,” Jacobson ordered. “This is to make you compliant. You will be like a different woman after a dose of this…”

One of the men picked up a syringe full of green liquid, and he began to attach a long needle to it.

“Wait. Why do you want Myasako?” she asked, her mouth still slightly muffled by a man’s hand.

“To correct what he did to my son,” Jacobson said.

“Well why not just take him when you had the chance at my house?”

“It was too risky to be seen stealing a child from a home. My relationship with the chief of police is still not strong enough to survive that. I thought it would be much easier for you to just bring him here for us to capture in private. Since he did not come, since you did not listen to the boy and still came alone, my backup plan is to have you as the guardian, legally hand him over to me. There will be no scene, no illegal activity, nothing to worry about.”

“I’ll never hand him over, even with all that green stuff inside of me,” Martin’s mother said, and she spat at Jacobson but Jacobson was too far away to reach.

“Dose her,” Jacobson said. “And before you do…” Suddenly Jacobson was hit, and he was on the floor. One end of a nunchuk had flown across the side of his head, and he now lay crumpled on the ground.

“What was that?” one of the men said. It was dark and dim in the basement, only the bed and the syringes were well lit.

The man holding the syringe of green fluid went down next, as if he had been touched by death, and as he fell his body landed on the needle and syringe, and the green liquid was pumped into his body.

“There’s someone in here!” one of the other men shouted, and soon his leg was struck and he dropped to the ground and his head was struck straight after.

“Run!” one of the other men said, and as he ran he was tripped, and he hit his head on the hard floor as he fell.

Only one man was left, he couldn’t see anyone around him. It was too dark. Jacobson always liked to do his dark deeds in low light, and had always refused to have the room brightly lit like a laboratory. Then the one remaining man heard a voice come from behind him.

“You will unstrap her, and you will escort us out of this building, and out of this property.”

The man panicked and swung his fist behind him. Myasako ducked and struck back at the man’s throat, and the man was soon on the floor gasping for air.

“Come on, we have to go,” Myasako said, unstrapping Martin’s mother’s arms and legs from the bed.

“Myasako I’m sorry! I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you.”

“Just come. Let’s go,” he said, and he left three men unconscious, one clinging for air, and he remembered his father’s voice:

“Compassionately incapacitate all enemies. Even one breath of an adversary can lead to the exposure of the ninja.”

Myasako turned to the one remaining man who was still conscious, and he choked him just like he did the security officer, until he too was asleep.

“Take off your shoes,” he said to Martin’s mother. “They are too loud.”

“Ok,” she said, taking off her heels and running with him to the stairs.

“Let’s go,” he said, silently running upwards, with her behind him, making shuffling, grating noises on the stairs every time she stepped.

“Silently,” Myasako whispered gently, and eventually she was being so loud that he asked her to jump on to his back. She jumped on and Myasako was unmoved, strong like a bull and still silent as he treaded so lightly that Martin’s mother could only hear her own breathing.

He glided up the stairs and soon they were at the top, close to an exit.

Myasako was peering around the corner, looking for staff. Then he darted out into the light and ran towards a large double door made of fine oak.

He grabbed the handle but it was locked. He quickly pulled his keys from his pocket that he had taken from the security guard, and started to try them. None of them were working, and he couldn’t stand in plain site by the door for too long.

He darted again off to the side behind a large plant and put Martin’s mother down. He was stuck. Staff were walking around everywhere and he didn’t know what to do. There were no windows around. None of his keys had worked.

Myasako got his nunchuks, reached out quickly and struck the door with them three times, as if the door was being knocked.

“Myasako!” Martin’s mother hissed. She was hiding behind the tall plant. “What are you doing?”

“Knocking,” he said. He knocked louder, as loud as he could, and soon a young member of the kitchen staff was running through the corridor, coming to open the door.

“I’m coming!” he said. Myasako did not realise this was the staff entrance.

The young man had a key, put it in the door and opened it. He stared out into the night. No one was there. He stepped outside, walked a few paces forward, and looked around.

“Geoff? Geoff are you here? You’re late. Is this a joke?”

The young man heard something. He turned around and saw a shadow move outside the house on the wall.

“Geoff? Don’t mess about, Geoff.”

The young man walked back towards the door and stared at the thicket of bushes surrounding the path that went around the house.

“Geoff, I’m locking this door again if you don’t show yourself.”

He waited.

“Fine, you can stay out here, but I doubt you will get paid!” And the young man stormed inside, closed the door behind him, and noticed that there was some soil on the floor, some soil that seemed to have fallen out from the large plant pot standing on the table beside him.

The soil was in a strange place, too far from the plant to have just fallen if adjusted.

He stared, swept it up with his hands, put the soil back in the pot and called one of the maids to mop the area.

Myasako and Amanda were running across the lawn again, to the front gate where the security office was. The gate was closed, and Myasako took the keys out of his pocket and opened the office door. The security guard was awake but still tied up.

“You little rotter! How dare you do that to me! I’ll make sure you never see the light of day for this! What’s your name?”

Myasako found a button, a large green button with “Gate” written on it. He pushed it, and the gates began to open.

“Thank you for this,” Myasako said, and he gave the office keys back to the man, left him tied up, and left the man’s mobile phone and walkie-talkie still out of reach.

Myasako bowed, ran out of the room, closed the door behind him, and together with Martin’s mother, they escaped the Muldridge residence.