The red
snake slithered
alongside me, while I cycled
for my life. It was a Columbian Python, and one drop of its bright-green poison
could kill one-hundred humans. My arch-nemesis, Mr Evil, had set his loyal pet
on me in a desperate bid to conceal the secret he would kill to keep away from
the public: that he was going to set a deadly apocalypse on the earth, and he
was going to escape with the most famous (and infamous) people… to Mars. I
looked at a nearby clock:
17:59:57, three seconds before
the world ends. 3,2,1… “Noo!” I screamed.
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