In Continuum.

A Mousy Incident

Who wouldve thought,that when Henry decided to do a little clear up of his cupboard in camp,a mouse jumped out from the dark corners of his cupboard and freaked that pointed-tit man out of his wits.But that was exactly what happened,and ironically,right after Eddie commented on the trash bins down the corridor attracting pests.The mouse,as an evidence that we werent keeping our area clear enough,must be vanguished,exterminated before it meets the eyes of Eddie himself.

So the lot of us ganged up on that poor mouse all around the bunk.I wasnt there initially,but when i heard shoutings and a great commomtion coming from the first bunk,i walked over to find Henry on his bed,with the back of it pushed out away from the wall,and everybody gathering around him.It was a mouse,i later found out,and in an effort to catch that little rascal the guys had a shoebox in hand and sticks,not to kill that poor bastard but to make noises so that it might just run into the box and be disposed of later.

But this little brat was a stubborn one.It went under Martin's bed at one point,and then comfortably disappeared from the sight of its human hunters.'It mustve went into your daffel bag,Martin',someone said.And that bag was immediately dragged out of the room into the corridor.Like before,we didnt want to hurt the mouse,not mortally anyway.But Martin,in an effort to knock the mouse out,threw his bag down on the ground for a dozen times,with the mouse still nowhere to be seen.Other than the dust cloud that formed,we all watched and waited for the little bastard to appear.But it didnt,and Henry proceeded to pour everything from inside the bag out.

Gone,the mouse was gone.Now,the worst kind of pest is the kind of pest that appears,then disappears.So we went back into the bunk,and like i thought it was hiding comfortably,now under my bloody bed.Like before my bed was pushed out,and it scrambled into the back of my cupboard.We banged and we yelled,we made a racket in the room to make the mouse scramble into the shoebox.It was cornered,and it had no way out.But Henry conveniently lost it again,and as he swung the box into the air the mouse literally flew out of it and surfed past our heads into the corridor(Great work,titty man).

WeiJie was the soccer man on the ground at that very moment.He made a sliding tackle at the bag,trying to block the mouse's exit,but to no avail.The mouse was too quick and too small,and it somehow got over the bag and continued on its path down the corridor,almost to safety.Well,almost.

That was when Martin came along,in not but his boots.Of course,he wasnt holding them,but wearing them.In that moment of confusion,Martin made his own sudden tackle on that poor mouse,sending it and the items scattered on the ground everywhere.The body of the mouse was lost for a while,until the junks were removed,then we realised that Martin,with his deadly kick,knocked the mouse out.

We thought it was dead initially,just lying there motionless.Some of us crept over,and it started shaking in spasms of pain.It's feet curled in,and it's tail started wagging nonstop for a few seconds,and spurted blood out.In moments,it was a dead mouse,and a dead mouse under Martin's feet at that.

So from the enemy the mouse became the victim.From the savior Martin became the killer,and on the corridor we screamed and hollered at Martin for his cruelty.Of course,i dont think Martin actually meant to kill that poor son of a bitch,but still kicking it with his boots was something out of this world.

'Just what were you thinking?' WeiJie asked.
'You.' I said,as WeiJie's nickname in camp is "Rat".'That kick was full of anger man,now you know how much Martin hates you.'

I've mentioned before how people have hidden identities,and aside from being the ballsy-man during National Day last year,Mommy's Boy at home,the confused Christian,Martin is now officially the Mouse Killer,the Pesterminator,the Anti-Mouse.