Childhood games
My first post. Go easy on me.

I was twelve at the time and I was round at my mates house. Our imaginations were in overdrive. We had just eaten the biggest shitload of sugar. We were trying to run up the walls and backflip off them (Yes, I know Jackie Chan is trained, but that amount of sugar would make anyone think they could fly). We had been watching a variety of movies and came up with the ingenious idea of playing a hostage rescue game.

Cue us trying to persuade his little sister and brother to play and digging in the bottom of the cupboard looking for plastic cowboy revolvers, handcuffs(We couldn't work out why they were pink and fluffy) and his plastic nun-chukas.

We went into his empty garage and I was the first hostage and his little brother was the hostage-takee. There I was, on my knees, hands on my head begging for mercy at the hands of his little brother's plastic gun. In bursts my mate and his sister in seperate doors doing the "fffrreeeeeeezzzee" routine. My mate began circling us trying to 'persuade' his brother to give me up.

Then in the flash of an eye my mate whips out his nun-chukas, throws them at his brother, forcing me to dive for cover and braining his little brother. They were made of plastic but they stung like hell(as we found out after watching Bruce Lee and thought we were invincible) and so hence his little brother hitting the deck with a massive welt on his head and bawling for mummy.

He returned later and we continued playing again with him being the hostage and my mates little sister being the kidnapper. We came up with the plan. Kick the doors and storm the place.

"Yeehhh" we high fived each other. We went to the garage doors where his siblings were waiting inside. Kicked the doors in. Real professional. Stormed the place with the doors hanging off the hinges.
"freeeezzzee" my mate shouted,"or we'll take you down". His sister wasn't giving up, she had a look of determination on her face.
"Nup" she replied. We began circling them like vultures and then my mate says to me.
"Will we just shoot the hostage?" he asks.
"Yeh" I replied unwittingly as my mate whips out this bb gun aims it at his brother and shoots him in the leg with a metal bb. His brother falls over screaming in pain clearly hurt while I'm thinking 'fuck me sideways'. My mate then proceeds to point it at his sister. By now I'm in a panic and trying to stop him shooting his sister who is now running round in circles, stamping her feet and shouting,"NO! Thats not how you play it. You don't shoot the hostage!"

With his brother now wailing loudly and clutching his leg my mate decides on his finest idea yet. Run and hide. It seemed like a good idea at the time hiding in the bushes at the bottom of his garden while his dad plodded around looking for us. His dad finds us and my mate proceeds to claim his innocence and that it was an accident.

Now thinking about it he definitely went too far. I've never seen him since. I can only assume he is either in the juveniles institute or a professional hitman.

No apologies for length...I am very proud of it.
(cybersniper, Sat 11 Nov 2006, 0:48, Reply)