The other five of the Sensational Six stared uncertainly.
“Go on,” Mick said. “I have more to dwell on.”
With shrugs, they started for the edge of the mountain, taking a final look back. A bead of perspiration formed on Mick’s brow as they hovered. He gestured for them to move on.
Please hurry up. Please hurry up. Please hurry up…
It took every ounce of his being to act as if he didn’t feel any pain. When the last of the heads disappeared over the edge out of sight, Mick groaned, lowering his head again to the stone. He set his hands to the mountain top, grimacing with the effort of attempting to unlock his legs.
“There’s nothing wise about this,” he mumbled into the rock.
Jordan’s head reappeared over the rim, accompanied by the others.
“I told you something was wrong,” he said. “Your legs are locked; aren’t they?”
“No, I was merely kissing the venue of my thoughts.”
Mick grimaced. “You’re right; my legs are locked.”
“We won’t leave you like this,” said Pat.
“When one hurts we all hurt,” Pat said grandly.
I doubt it.
Mick sensed something going on in the pause that followed. He rolled his eyes aside, just able to catch a glimpse of pinkies interlocked in the traditional Sensational Six salute. Struggling to reach them, he locked his pinkie with theirs.
“Okay, can we fix this now?”
Mick’s voice sounded muffled with his face pressed into the stone.
A set of hands took hold of him, lifting him from the rock. By the lack of effort involved, he knew that Nick had hoisted him from the ground.
“Don’t you help me,” Mick said, panic stricken.
“It’s alright; they will,” said Nick.
Ryan and Pat stepped forward, each taking hold of a leg by the ankle.
“Let’s make a wish,” said Ryan.
Pat laughed so hard, that Ryan had to wait a few moments before proceeding. Mick widened his eyes in horror, as they said, “one, two, three… ”
Pat jerked Mick’s left leg as Ryan said, “go!”
It wrenched them side on, making tears stream from Mick’s eyes.
Pat and Ryan laughed again.
“So we’ve got to pull on ‘go?”‘ asked Pat.
“Yeah,” said Ryan.
Mick dreaded the count. As they reached “three,” he opened his mouth to stop them. Instead, a scream erupted from his lips as they wrenched his legs open. He nearly fainted as Nick placed him on his feet. Lacking the strength just yet to stand, he leaned into Nick’s shoulder, sobbing, ebbing away the agony until strength returned to his legs.
Pat tattooed a carrier harness on Nick’s back.
“Ready to start training?” said Nick.
Mick nodded reluctantly as tufts of hair lifted him from the ground and placed him in the seat.
“You’re too cerebral,” said Jordan. “When we train, you’re included too. I’ll teach you martial arts. Nick will train you for strength, and Glen will teach you the rest.”
Inclined to agree with their rationale, Mick nodded. As it stood, he was only good enough to take a beating.