Outcasts Of The Midlands

Chapter 7, Battle Of Birmingham

Chapter 7, Battle Of Birmingham
The day started with Magnet knocking on the door. He was sweating heavily with his black glasses on.
"Apparently the Soviets had reached a school in the south of Solihul."
"And what are we supposed to do about that? And aren't you the guy from that place!" Zoey shouted
"Calm down.. I'm a spy and I need you to help me stop the Pop Tart Guy and Tony Blair."
"Tony Blair! But seriously there is no way an actual pop tart person exists."
"Well.. he does."
"I forgot to tell you..."
"Oh no.. not a musical number."

"Let me tell you the story of a man, a pop tart he'll eat your spleen. He'll take your liver and take your
moisturising cream."
"But who is this creature?" Shouted Maisie
"Oh silly old Zoey don't you know? There's no such thing as a pop tart yo." Rapped Ashley
"There certainly is a Tony Blair! He's balding rapidly and loosing hair!"
"Alright this is getting out of hand!" Shouted Magnet "Zoey you have to go out by yourself and destroy the army down the road."
Her eyes rolled but she obliged, they could watch from the sidelines but it would still be dangerous. But then a knock came from the door. It was the pop tart man! He stood still with his sickles in hand.
"Oh.. no.." Lewis's body was filled with dread

Suddenly, he swung his sickle at his head which he managed to dodge hastily. He managed to dodge the first swing but was struck by the ear on the second one, he was thrown across the room left to die. Maisie ran away but to no avail as she ran straight into the wall and was easily swiped in the arm.
"We've gotta get outta here." Whispered Oliver
"We can't leave them behind to bleed out!" Said Ashley
"Well.. how are we supposed to actually help-"
"Just go! I don't care about your opinion."

They bunkered inside the sofa attempting to avoid the bloodshed at the doorway. The pop tart man scanned the room knowing at least someone was inside there, he looked in every room except the living room. He eventually left the house and left them to bleed. They instantly ran over to Maisie in desperation before she eventually bled out
"I know I won't make it.. it's all in your hands now! Get Rick Astley in 1988 and take the gem. The gem allows you to time travel.. you know the plan so take victory for humanity." She seemed unconscious after her
speech

"So.. are you time travellers?"
"I didn't wanna say this.. yes we are."
"Well I did kind of expect that because no sane human would actually summon a pop tart dude."
"We've gotta get to Zoey quickly!"
They knew that getting to a Solihul school was hard as it was on the other side of the city. But then had one last idea, one last rather insane idea at that.
"What if we get a skateboard and use a fan to make a sort of skateboard plane."
"Ashley, you absolute genius."

They found a small fan tucked in the corner of the kitchen which was the perfect size to send it up in the air. Then they added a metal bar on the parachute (which would allow them to control their path) and they were done.
"Start up the fan Ashley! It's time to battle for Birmingham!"
The fan worked as planned and lifted up, they were quite high already a few minutes in and slowly flew over the city center with relative ease after an hour. Ashley sat on the side of the skateboard peering down at the city below.

"Well.. Oliver I'm starting to loose hope in myself.. what if i let the world down."
"We will be in Solihul in no time! It will be a safe landing on a school."
"That's the problem.. which school!"
"Oh no.. it's the purple one with the bunch of random buildings!"
"It's the one with 4 buildings! We've gotta land on the other one."
"What other one?"
"The road."
"The road isn't a building! It's a bunch of cars."
"Fine then.. I'll settle for the purple one."

They flew over Yardley Wood and Bournville with ease. The last massive hurdle was the landing spot on the school.
"Pull down!" Shouted Oliver
The parachute was pulled down but the skateboard started shaking uncontrollably which made it flip upside-down.
"Do a barrel roll Oliver!"
He pulled an epic barrel roll with Ashley hanging on barely over the large muddy fields below.