Cicakman Prelude — Week #1

Prompt: Undercover for a top government agency, an injured alien breaks into a prison.

Pudu Jail

The mission must be completed, Jinko thought to himself. Jinko turned himself into a cockroach and infiltrated Pudu Jail. What’s with humans and their prisons? It’s so filthy even a cockroach cannot survive. Jinko has always wondered why he has to turn into a cockroach. Why can’t he turn into a butterfly. A butterfly doesn’t scare anyone away. There is even a hobby called butterfly watching. There is no cockroach watching hobby. Whenever he turns into a cockroach, kids, women and even burly men scream at his presence. It’s not fair. He didn’t even do anything wrong. In fact, he has done nothing. He was just being, a cockroach.

Ok, maybe he zoned out contemplating his unfair disadvantage. The pain is killing him. Causing him to daydream and hallucinate about butterflies. He has got to get going. He ran across the cells to find the man in the picture. Damn. Everyone seems to look the same. Humans look the same to him. Why can’t they grow a pink tentacle to distinguish themselves?

He reported to headquarters that he was lost in prison, “cause everyone looked the same.” Headquarters begrudgingly gave him the cell number of the man he is looking for. Now, why don’t they do this earlier? No brainer right?

He finally reached cell 311 and saw the man doodling an octopus in a sketchbook. He transformed himself into human form startling the man. He cupped him hands on the man’s mouth to stop him from screaming. “I am here to help you escape,” he whispered.

“How can I trust you?” man asked.

“Well, I sound like a better option than doodling octopus for a pastime.”

“Ok, listen. You are supposed to be the man who can help topple our corrupt government. You know, like the superhero in Marvel’s comic. You’re that guy.”

“So what do I do next?”

“You will be rescued and you will receive further instructions. That’s all I know. This is my rookie mission so I can level up. Oh, and you can call yourself Cicakman. Just a suggestion.”


This creative fiction piece was crafted in 30 minutes based on a writing prompt as part of Written Weekly, a writers’ group held weekly in PJ.