Tales of the Parodyverse

"Indiana Gnome and the Gargoyle of Doom!" #3


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Gunthar
Tue Jun 17, 2003 at 10:30:57 pm EDT
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Darkness and silence filled the room. Nothing was visible in the darkness of the void before her. A cold floor added to the coldness of the feeling she felt… as if this would be the last place she would be alive. Her heart pounded in her gnome chest, much faster then she’d ever felt it beat before. Sweat poured from her forehead and her nerves were on edge. Since she had woke from the attack she’d sustained, all she could think about was Indiana and about how hard she had worked to get back in his arms.

Now… that was all taken away from her and she didn’t like it one bit…

“Indie!!!” Tiarra screamed once again as she’d done moments before. Despite the pain it caused her sensitive ears, she couldn’t just sit there and mope. She felt like a trapped animal. Fury and fear seared through her like a piece of hot metal through ice. Her fists pounded against the cold steel walls of the room which she occupied.

When all of her energy was spent, she collapsed to the floor; sobbing tears only a gnome is capable of. Her heart yearned to be free and in proximity of her long lost love, but fate had dealt her a cruel hand. The cage-like room only seemed to intensify all of those feelings too.

Then, a small stream of light came into the room offering her some hope. Looking up, she saw where the light was coming from; a small hatch had opened and someone was looking in at her.

“Oh… Don’t be sad my little friend…” came an ever familiar voice. “ Soon… soon all will work out as I’ve planned it…” Tiarra didn’t even get up to look out at her captor. She knew all too well who this evil mastermind was. She thought she had lost him… gotten away from his grasp… but she had been wrong all along.

Some food was dropped in through the hatch and it slid closed to let her feel around in the dark. Tiarra wasn’t hungry though. She’d lost her appetite at the thought of what she had brought right to Indiana and Gunthar. “Because of me…” she whispered in the dark, “…this may be the end for us all…”



Downtown Parodopolis, Gunthar is sitting on the roof of a small church. Many people walk by and wonder when a nice little church like that got something so huge and hideous for it’s roof. Meanwhile, Gunthar is waiting. Normally this is something he does best, being in his nature and all, but tonight it seems like the person he’s waiting for will never show up. Thoughts of his long-time friend, Indiana, being used as bait to lure him in is tearing him up inside.

Around the corner of the block, Gunthar sees who he’s been waiting for. The snooping reporter walks up to the little church and looks in the windows. There are no lights on or any signs of movement inside. He knocks anyway, thinking that the call he’d received was nothing more than a hoax.

Silently above him, Gunthar crawls down the wall. Having millennia of practice at this sort of thing has made him almost impossible to detect when he doesn’t want to be heard. He stops inches above the reporter’s head and asks, “Are you Jack?” The man jumps back, but Gunthar, taking the initiative, lets go of the wall and grabs him. Flipping over, Gunthar spreads his massive wings and lifts off into the sky without touching the ground. The man in his grasp has quieted down as he has passed out from the shear terror of the situation.


In the darkness of his small encasement of a cell, Indie is feeling every crevice for a weakness. His skilled hands could detect a flaw in the most precise of machinery or contraption, but tonight is not his night. “I’ll give that old flardar one thing… He’s hired some of the best to make this thing.” Sitting down on the ground, he crosses his arms and thinks, “If I didn’t know better, I’d bet he had a gnome make it.”

“What makes you think I didn’t?” The evil voice creeps into his cell as the little hatch he’d looked through before opens up. Fear sets in again as the evil voice washes over him like a rancid, chilly slime you can’t wipe off. “Forgot I can read your simple mind, have you?” The twisted question only adds to the fear and intensifies his rage at the same time.

“I know better than to believe a gnome would make a horrible contraption like this.” Indiana speaks out a little. The eyes in the hatch seem to smile as he sees the torment in Indiana. “What have you done with Tiarra?” Indiana demands rather bravely.

“Oooh… How brave you are when it comes to her safety…” Indie watches the eyes turn both ways and back again. Looking searingly into Indie’s eyes, he taunts, “She’s around here somewhere… I’m sure.” A bag of fruit is dropped through the hatch and his evil captor continues, “But you should really worry more about your strength… You’ll be needing all you can.” The hatch closes, leaving Indiana alone again… wondering what he meant by him needing all of his strength…


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