Part 2: Chapter One

     It's been only two future days since I won the MME tourney. However, it only feels like forty-eight future hours. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. My name is Holden Secretbees, and I'm the grand champion of all wizard wrastlers. You don't believe me? Well, then stop skipping ahead and read Part 1. I'm sure you'll change your mind. Yeah, actually, it would be a huge waste of my last few days on Earth if I tried to explain it all to you here. Instead, I'll start by telling you how I came to be in my current predicament.

     You all remember the sappy, loving hug at the end of the last part of my story? Remember how, as the camera zoomed out it caught a fleet of UFOs moving down my street? Well, hatches on the bottom of these ships opened and large guns were lowered down, pointing at many houses, including mine. There was a bang, and confetti streamed down from the sky. It was then that I remembered that today was the tri-annual alien parade. At that very moment I realized that I hadn't went tinkle in three minutes, and I had to go really badly.

     I bolted to the bathroom only to find that it was locked. The little card near the handle read occupied. I waited two days, helping bury Dlanor's body during that time. When I came back to check, the door was still locked. I couldn't hold it anymore. This, my friends, is where the story begins.

     "OH NO! Hey, let me in!!" Holden pounded on the door with all his might, but there was no answer. "HEY! WHO'S IN THERE?"

     Still, no answer. Holden did his best to ignore it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep the thought of his rapidly expanding bladder out of his mind.

     Then, he had an idea. Gathering all of his strength, Holden kicked the door with full force.

     "OWWWWWWWW!" Holden shrieked, jumping up and down whilst holding his now broken foot. He took a moment to collect himself and once again attempted to kick down the door. This time, however, before his foot and the door connected, it was swung open.

     As if he were in a movie, Holden watched as his foot moved in slow motion towards a familiar face. It was his father, whom he had believed to be dead.

     "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Holden shouted in slow motion.

     "Why are you talking so slowly son? Oh, I've missed you so mu--"

     The kick connected with his father's lower jaw, catapulting his head across the bathroom. The head smashed through the window, flew into the sky, and connected with one of the many UFOs. All of the ships suddenly stopped moving. The fun parade music stopped, replaced by blaring sirens and red flashing lights.

     "You have attacked us, Earth. Now you shall pay," an alien voice boomed from above.

     "Oh no. This is not good," said Holden.

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