Part 1: Chapter Six

... RIGHT NOW!!!

     A few seconds later a man in a military outfit came up to Holden.

     "Stop right there, boy," he said malevolently. "I've got a bone to pick with you."

     "Um, I don't even know who you are. Can I just go, because I need to get to lunch?"

     "How dare you talk to me. That's disrespectful. Behavior like that only comes from killing mockingbirds boy!" The man's voice rose to a shout, and then he bent over and whispered in Holden's ear. "Have you been killing mockingbirds?"

     Just then he grabbed Holden's head and pulled him to the floor in a headlock.

     "What are you doing!?!?" Holden shouted.

     "This will be easier if you stay still. I'm your next challenge, boy, and I'm going to stop you right here and now. You may have gotten Mercutio, but you're not going to get away from me so easily!"

     "But I didn't khockhck." Holden was being choked so hard that he couldn't speak.

     "Stop right there, Evil Dictator Castro!" yelled a man in a black suit. It was the same man that had stopped Mercutio earlier. "It was I who got rid of Mercutio under the direct orders of the President himself. We know what you're up to."

     "Th-the President!" Mr. Evil Dictator Castro gulped in surprise, letting go of Holden.

     "Yes," the man said. Then, touching his finger to his ear, he said "Come on in, Mr. Chavez."

     A tall large man in a blue suit and red tie entered the room. He had a kind face and eyes that said hola.

     "Cóom estás, Holden? I am Hugo Chávez, el presidente de Venezuela."
    
     "Okay, cool. Now, can you help me out here?"

     "I'm sorry chikito, but this is your fight." Hugo pushed a button and a ring rose from the floor. "FIGHT!" he yelled.

     Holden and Castro began circling around the ring.

     "You won't escape me this time!" Evil Dictator Castro screamed, jumping at Holden, his hands open wide, nails sharp as, well, nails.

     He clawed at Holden's face, but little did he know that Holden had hippo like reflexes. Holden quickly covered his eyes to become invisible.

     "Take that! If I can't see you, you can't see me!" Holden said triumphantly.

     "CHEATER!!!" Mr. Evil Dictator Castro screamed while standing in a fighting stance, his legs wide spread. Holden knew that was his only chance. He aimed, quickly calculated the trajectory, and kicked with all of his might. There were two sounds similar to that of a cork popping off a bottle. Castro's body fell limply to the floor.

     "¡Impressionante! That is to say, impressive! It seems that you've castrated Castro. You did well, Holden, and I knew you could do it. Now, I will tell you the secret to winning this tournament. You just don'tttttttttttkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhkkkkkkkkkkkkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhquuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuiihhhhhhooooooooooooooo." He stopped mid-sentence, wheezing and gurgling, and fell to the ground like a plate of moist empanadas, a knife stuck in his back.


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