Tooth Spike chapter one

Chapter one 

At this moment Karl awoke from a deep sleep.  It was still dark, but Karl knew it was time to go to work.

Karl was a short boy with wavy blonde hair and pointy feet.  He worked for a spy corporation in Auckland as the secretary of the boss.

Karl ate his breakfast then jumped on his motorbike and drove into the city.  The spy’s office was based underneath the sky town in an underground sewer.  He climbed into the lift of the sky tower and muttered a few secret words.  The lift descended into a passage.

Karl was tired and weary and didn’t notice the man in the lift with him.  He was holding a suitcase and if Karl had seen him, he would have been asked to leave.  He didn’t work for the sys.  He was on a mission, a mission to kill.

“Ding”, said the lift “you have reached the Auckland Spy Organisation.  Have a nice day”. 

Karl walked out of the lift.  The man followed.  The man had a square head with spiky black hair that stuck out from his skull. He was a big man with no neck and an oval mouth with uneven teeth.  His suitcase was stripey and had a picture of a spike on it.  He was a bad man.

Karl walked into the boss’s office.  A professional spy was standing there.  Karl had always wished to be a spy.  He liked blowing things to bits and shooting bad guys.  The boss, named Mr Josh was there too.  He was short with frizzy black hair and a gold tooth.  He was telling the spy his next mission.

Karl walked out of the office to get a glass of water.  As he was walking to the lift, he spotted a huge man running down the dark corridor.  He had left behind a stripy suitcase with a picture of a spike on it.  Karl crept over to it and wondered whether it was something dangerous.  The man who had left it there didn’t belong to the Auckland Spy Organisation (A.S.O).  Karl put this ear against it.  He could hear something.  Something like a small ticking.  “Hmm” thought Karl “probably some sort of clock – as for the man, probably some sort of clock seller”.  He forgot about it.

Karl’s water bottle was in his motorbike.  He got in the lift and patiently waited for it to get to the top. “Ding” said the lift “hope you have a nice day”.  Karl walked out of the lift and suddenly, there was a huge explosion. BOOM!!  A.S..O. burst into flames.  The sky tower creaked, then slowly crashed to the ground.

 Karl jumped onto his motorbike.  The suitcase had contained a bomb.  Why hadn’t he realised?  He must be the only one left who worked for A.S.O.  Karl started to swear.  The sky tower had fallen onto the harbour bridge, breaking it and smashing cars.

Karl spotted a bus zoom past him with the man who had blown up A.S.O.  Karl zoomed after the bus.  His motorbike was old and run down, but it was fast.  It zoomed out of the city after the bus into Victoria Park.   Karl gasped.  The bus had suddenly swerved around and driven into the skateboard park.  Karl couldn’t do anything but follow.  Tons of skateboarders shouted and fled as Karl followed the bus and soon found himself flying in the air and plummeting down slopes, sideways.  That was when he realised.  He was speeding, on a motorbike, in a skatepark, with no helmet, and, as Karl realised, was about to be killed. 

The bus had turned around and was heading straight towards him.  The big man held a gun in his hand.  Karl would either be run over or shot.  Then he had an idea.  He would have to sacrifice his old antique motorbike, but it would work.  Just before the bus hit him, he dived off his motorbike and onto a lone skateboard that some had left there.  The bus crashed into the motorbike.

There was a series of clanging and crashing, then the bus toppled over forwards, the man’s gun had been crushed, but the man himself, hurriedly escaped from the bus.  No use going after him.  It was too late.  Karl had created chaos, only to just miss ki8lling the one who had started it.  He was a complete idiot.  Everyone he had ever known was dead.

“Hullo” said a voice.  Karl spun around.  A girl was standing there.  She had wild spikey red hair and was staring at Karl like he was the craziest thing she had ever seen.  He name was Jessica K.W. Boligong, but Karl knew her as Paul.