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The Dad of Disappearence (Previously "Disappearing Dad")

THIS STORY IS HAVING SPELLING MISTAKES CORRECTED AND HAVING UNNECCESARY CONTENT REMOVED. THERE MAY THEREFORE BE A FEW FAULTS IN THE STORY BELOW. I HOPE TO HAVE FINISHED EDITING THIS STORY ASAP. THANK YOU.

This story starts, at one of those hard times, when things go totally wrong. It was a cold cruel night in New York, and houses had snow and ice blocking their doors. Anything electric had broken down, and food was a struggle. But to make things worse A boy called Danny Rattin who lived in a big flat, was starved to death because the family couldn't get out the door [because of the ice] to get any food. But whilst the worry of lack of food troubled Danny, his dad had a different problem. Ever since Danny's dad [Ian Rattin] had brought a magical gold sweet and then eaten it, Ians life had changed- he now had, a sort of HALF LIFE. He kept disappearing at various times-just like mist, and if he didn't disappear, than he'd turn a horrible misty silver for about 10-29 minutes.
Now Danny and his mum didn't know this, because Ian was now leaving for work at 4am, and coming home at 11pm, so Danny and his mum didn't see him, or even hear from him anymore, infact they only ever had letters that had been posted from work to prove that he was still there. Now earlier I said nobody could open the flat doors so how did the dad get out to work? it was simple, he would climb up a passage and stand on the top of flat with a parachute and jump of the building, and then simply open the parachute and walk to work. Now you might of wondered why Danny and his mum didn't use this idea to go out and buy food, well that was because Ian only discovered the passage when he started having the problem, and he hadn't even thought about family food, because, he had his own problem! Anyway, Ian was now at work and was beggining to turn that horrible misty silver, whilst trying to type in the simple word "was" into his computer, which as you can guess, is not easy to do when you are in the shape of a whirlwind, and have all of a sudden lost all your arms and legs. a few days later, the weather was so cold that going outside was just awful!
At home Danny and is mum had recieved a letter from Ian, saying very clearly that Ian had decided to live at his work at Redfurn Industries [because of his little problem, not the cold] and that at exactly 1:04 am he was packing his bags and leaving on the early morning bus [an old cream double decker with scratched paint, ripped leather seats and cracked, some even completely shattered single glazing glass windows.] 4 weeks later an accident was reported to Danny and his mum saying that Ian had crashed his new car [because of turning that misty silver and losing his arms and legs] into a wall on the way out shopping, and was now in hospital. One hour later the hospital sent a letter, reporting that Ian had disapeared, [ and we all know why] and that 2 hours after he'd appeared again
he had turned a misty silver and lost all his arms and legs (we all know why too) and so finally Ian had told the doctors and the doctors had told Danny and his mum, so now everybody that needed to know, knew. Danny and his mum were furious that Ian hadn't told them Danny's mum had screamed and stomped, so Danny decided to stay out of her way. Soon Ian came out of hospital, and went back home to confess. Now I never told you how Ian got inside the flat earlier did I? Well he would sinply climb through the broken window on the first
floor, and then climb the stairs to the top
of the flat were he had lived.
So this is what he did now, slowly but surely.
as he climbed the marble stairs painted in black gloss paint,
he began to feel very nervous,
infact once he actually tried to turn around and go back down the stairs,
but there were to many people bustling along behind him! When Ian got to the
top of the flat, at room 90 [ the floor that he had once lived on] he
felt very weak and nervous all of a sudden!
Slowly he reached for the bell handle, and pulled at the bell 4 times,
and then very suddenly and incredibly quickly, the door opened,
but as soon as Danny's mum saw that Ian was the one that had been ringing the bells, she slammed the door in his face!
Ian was just about to try again, when he turned that horrible misty silver again. A women on the floor below, who just happened to look up, saw
"Mr Whirlwind" [Ian], screamed, and fell down the stairs! But Ian ignored this, he didn't really care about anything, except getting into
his old house! So Ian rang the bell again and again,
until Danny's mum, finally gave in and opened the door, and let Ian inside.
Ian and Danny's mum [ and so I don't have to keep
calling her "Danny's mum" Her name was Judy Rattin]
talked things over, and decided to go back to the shop which had gave
Ian the gold sweets, and this time, they were going to put it down,
to the police.......
When Ian, Danny, Judy and the police got to the shop, they found not only shopkeepers, but a whole load of scientists, with bubbling
Liguids, and sweets, but right in the center of a large pot,
were hundreds of thousands of golden sweets!
Next to the sweets, was an old man in a yellow, leather
coat, stirring the gold sweets!.......... Soon a load of
armed policemen came into the shop, and 4 men surrendered, and started
brewing a liquid that would stop Ian's problem
forever, whilst all of the others were arrested. After Ian took the liquid he became much better,
and life got better to! After
4 days, the snow stopped, the electrical things started working, the
shops opened, the doors could be opened,
and Danny, Ian and Judy, all lived happily ever after.

THE END

Odd Letters From Who?

Once, in China, there was a man called Japosok,
Who lived with his son called Linter, and his wife, Japeasok. One day Japosok
and Japeasok broke up, and Linter had to choose who to go with. He chose his dad [ Japosok] and so Japosok and Linter moved to America together.
One day Japosok had a letter saying he had to go to Germany on behalf of Redfurn Industries.
So the next morning he went, and Linter was looked after by Japosok's mother,
Called Anna, who of course lived in America.
Linter grew up to be a clever teenager of 17 who's hobby was to look at magnets
and see what made them stick to each other. One day Linter recieved a letter,
This is what it said"

To: Master Linter Shana,
You must go to whasssahaboonbang on thursday, whasssahaboonbang is in
vastammmeeda next to sanalackt in the country of ngdfknhavbefalasasde.
Don't miss it because if you did haskddsdfnkggdfgjfhjhhkfdfgh wouldn't they?
Signed, ?????? See you at night!"

Linter Gaped, and gasped, he was as floppy as a blade of grass!
He showed Anna the letter, but she just fainted.
Linter got a job in the post office, but saw nothing strange- except another letter
addressed to him, covered in green slime.
When Linter got home, he opened the second letter. It said:
Just tommorow Linter!
Remember, shake jhha kassa with kkkkkaaaanasnn- the cvasa is waiting!.

Linter ripped the letter and sat by his fax machine and typed in the
fax number on the back of the letter.
He was going to find out the secret these notes held, once and for all.
The next morning Linter got a reply to the text- by another letter which unclearly said: Linter! Sent fax ugasjdfgkfdfddd but I understand that yasedey bom bom hoeeeah
We all dissaprove of yascamod pu Lanasca deee.
from Miss Layatervom Grana.

Linter read the letter several times before he realised there WAS a name given.
This was one clue, but it only said that the person writing this was from
Antartica. Linter wanted to run to Antartica that minute, but he lived in Florida, which ment
he woulld have to fly there, but he didn't have enough
money... but he knew someone that did....... "Yes! Linter! no not lasber,
LINTER!" Linter had called his mum [Japeasok] who now lived in Spain and had
re-married a millionare. Anyway, Linter forced his mum to travel to Antartica
and check the place right to left, bottom to top. Japeasok sighhed and
said said she would travel to Alaska tommorow -" No not Alaska! Antartica!" BEEEEEEEEEEP!
Linter threw down the phone. Great. now his mum was going to Alaska instead of Antartica.......
But was there still one more person that could help?... Yes his dad who was in Germany, Linter thought. Even Though Linter hadn't seen
his dad [ Japosok ] for about 10 years, Linter still felt confident that his dad would lend him the money.
And he did! 2 days later, Linter was in the ocean on rough seas,
on an old steam ship with 9 funnels on his way to the North pole, where
He would catch a bus, which would take him to foresto train station , where he would catch a high speed electric underground train which would
finally take him to his destination, Antartica.
Suddenly, the boat shook, stopped, steam stopped coming
out of the funnels, and there was a bang from the engine. The ship had encountered a Tsunami, which carried a note, which was for Linter.
Linter read the note and looked at the tsunami. The tsunami was heading upwards, and the note had been written in water-resistant ink, as if
the people that had wrote it were expecting a tsunami.
Suddenly Linter was shouting " I've got ya now mate's!" You see,
Linter had worked out that the Tsunami was no natural disaster. Someone had made it, and delibrately put the note on the Tsunami! He need not
go to Antartica, when his enemy was most likely just underneath the boat
in some kind of underwater base! MYSTERY SOLVED! But wait.... Who was REALLY behind all this? ..... Well,
there was only one way to find out! In a split second Linter had dived into the center of the Tsunami, which turne into a whirlpool as soon as he touched
it. Linter swam, and swam, deeper, and deeper, until he could just make out a rectangular building with a huge window.
Linter went inside the building to find millions of control panels, and millions of the strange letters adrressed to Linter! And there writing the letters
and working the controls was his mother [Japeasok]!
You see, Japeasok had been working on these letters for years to Get revenge on
Linter for choosing to stay with his dad when he and Japeasok broke up!
Two hours later, Japeasok was in court, and Japosok [Linter's dad] had moved back
to China with Linter, and had got married to a kind, thoughtful, and pretty nurse called Conermacsak, and they all lived happily ever after.
THE END.

A Day Before Sunday Part 1

The ultimate spy story

Prolouge: Once in Australia, two British men blow up a major fuel and oil depot. The Chinese goverment finds out and warns Australia. Australia declares war on Britain but accidently bombs France. Soon Everyone is fighting everyone else, and world war 3 begins.

Chapter 1: The Idea: In London the goverment has decided on an idea. Using the advantage of a sponsorship from Redfurn Indstries They have planned to have: Several different "Tribes" in the air in aeroplanes. Another few travelling on the ground and on train. And the leftover "Tribes" in the sea, in submarines and on boats. Yet one man wanted the job as a spy, pretending to be a Spanish photographer travelling the world. He gets the job, and the adventure begins.

Chapter 2: A good start: The plan comes into action. Things seem to go well. The air tribes have shot down a lot of aircraft, the ground crew have weakend other armies, the sea tribes have prevented further bombings on Britain, but now we will focus mainly on our spy [ Landlord Jake - that's his real name! ] who has recently invaded Chinese secret property - we will meet him in an air vent. Landlord was climbing through the air vent in section 15 when "EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK" The air vent cracked under his weight, then - "BANG" "Shind ding!" it colapsed into the computer room. Nobody was there, as Landlord crept out from the metal heap. He wandered over to a computer and typed in chinese " Shut down security system" A password box opened up. "If I were in a war and had a very important system, what would my password be?" Slowly in chinese he typed:"Give us Peace" It worked! Slowly the lazer beams which were protecting a small computer chip in the corner dissapeared. Landlord picked it up and brought it back to England, where it was drained of it's memory and placed into Englands head computer - it showed all of the chinese and Australians plans. Landlord gained ?100.

Chapter 3 : A spot of bad luck: The morning after the computer chip victory, Landlord caught a plane to America. Soon he was in Florida, hacking a goverment laptop, but having a number of problems. Problem number 1: He was in a military base, and it was extremely hot. Problem number 2: He didn't have a clue what the password was. And Problem number 3: He was extremely tired. These problems led to him falling through an open door, making a huge noise, and sending guards from all over the base running towards him. Soon, Landlord was in LOW!! security prison. Fortunately, he had a wonderful silver Dell cell [ hey that rymes! ] phone. He called the TSAPE [ top, secret agency, for protecting England - the company he worked for ] and told them all about it........

Chapter 4: The Rescue: Soon a huge, black, apache attack helicopter blew the roof off the prison. Alarms sounded, bells rung, guns fired, and a rope was lowered from the helicopter, to Landlord. Landlord grabbed it, and the recently restored, fully powered apache pulled him away, and soon the sound of guns dissapeared, and Landlord was back in London inside the TSAPE headquarters, where the General of the DSPU [ The Dangerous, spying prevention, unit ] wished to speak to him.

Chapter 5: The Generals Words: "Good evening sir" Said Landlord politely as he sat down in front of the General,, who stood on a huge platform, in front of jet black curtains. " LANDLORD TORNADO JAKE " the General began, " YOU ARE AWARE THAT THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. YOU HAVE BEEN CARELESS, AND IT HAS LED TO THE TSAPE FUEL SUPPLIERS TO FILL UP AN APACHE, TO RESCUE ONE MAN." The General was clearly not happy, but Landlord had an excuse which WAS pretty good. " But Sir, you didn't HAVE to send something that used up THAT muuch fuel." Landlord said it quietly, and politely. The General paused and said " I shall discuss that with the chief, wait here whilst I go." After about a minute, the general returned." yes, the chief agrees totally with that accusation, as do I, but, YOU WERE STILL BEEN CARELESS!!!!" Landlord paused, then went ahead. " I understand that completely, and I would understand if you took my sallary for the month, you could even have my lovely detached, 3 storey house! And you'll probably say yes when I tell you it's in a riverside village on the queens land, but please, whatever you do, please don't take my job." The general slowly said "Pay for a brand new high quality Vodafone mobile phone card. Put it under name of Mr .A.T. Will, put the security nummber as 24531. When it is finished bring it to me. I will be next door to this place. That will act as your punishment - and with the card you can buy me a new Vodafone mobile. A silver one please - a flip up." "Yes sir. Of course sir." Landlord said. The meeting, was over.

Chapter 6:A Great Victory NOT : After Landlord had given the phone and phone card to the General, Landlord went back to work. He decided to go to the country where it all started - the trouble was, was that Australia or China? The incedent took place in Australia, but without the chinese, nobody would know. He decided to travel to China again. He packed his bags and left - in a Ferry. Little did he know that he was being watched. 200 feet above where his boat sailed, Australian aircraft were planning attack. To the west, one of britains air "Tribes" saw it and attacked the australian aircraft. The noise attracted ALL of the sea "Tribes", they started shooting everyone, as they were getting confused. a boat happened to call the ground "Tribes" and soon, as it was all happening near the Irish coastline, [ where the ground "Tribes" were ] shooting was now also coming from the beaches of Southern Ireland. Not so far away, the French joined in, they used more boats. They then attracted the Germans, who used more areoplanes. Soon there were in total 400 areoplanes, 250 boats, 50 submarines, and 1000 men shooting from the coastlines. The ship was in deathly danger now. Luckily, Landlord had worked out that there were less Submarines than anything else, so he jumped off the ship, swam to the other side of Britain, got back onto the ground, and was soon back in London to report what had happened. After the incedent which was named "Confused attack" there were a lot of funerals all over the world. As a matter of fact, Landlord was the only one that had survived. His trip to China had been hugely delayed, and when he got there, all he found was a fake computer chip. After the inedent, the chinese had somehow gave in. And actually, in the news the following day, it said that China had Surrendered, and Russia took over. Anyway, things weren't going well for EVERY single country involved in world war 3, and the only countries not involved were China [ obviously ] and Mexico.

Chapter 7: Finally Some Good News: It was A Thursday, [ 3 days before Sunday. 2 days before Saturday, and one day Before Friday ] when the good news was heard. Now only two countries, were still fighting. They were: Australia, and obviously Britain, who were defending themselves agains the Australians. And more good news! The night before, Landlord had entered Australian property, and stole a Suspicious looking, black, Dell laptop. It contained nothing less than 500 megabites worth of Australian info. But now that England had downloaded the infomation into their head computer, Landlord had to quickly put the laptop back, so that the Australians scheduled attack in a week, didn't come early. Landlord was again crawliing through an air vent, but this time, he wasn't above a room with no people in it, there were plenty of people in the room, but luckily, the air vent was at the back of the room, the men were all facing away from the air vent, and the desk on which the laptop had come from was empty, and was directy underneath a hole in the air vent. Landlord jumped down it silently, and gently placed the laptop EXACTLY where he had found it, then he climbed back through the air vent, and went back to England. What he didn't know was that cctv had caught it all - it caught him taking the laptop, and it caught him putting it back, the Australians did know all about it, and they weren't happy.

Chapter 8: A Day of despair: 2 days after the succesful [ or the british thought it was ] mission, England was just waking up. It was a day before Sunday, [ Saturday ] and it had just struck 6 am - but from his Hotel room in the East End, Landlord could hear shooting. He looked out of his window and saw the worst thing he could of done - ENOURMOUS australian bombers were circling the sky!

Chapter 9 starts in the story "A day before sunday 2.

A Day Before Sunday Part 2

Part two of the ultimate spy story.

Prolouge [ last chapter of part 1 ]: Landlord looked out of his window and saw the worst thing he could of done - ENOURMOUS australian bombers were circling the sky!

Chapter 9: The Defence: Landlord nearly fainted. The Australians scheduled attack was a week away! What had happened? Suddenly, it dawned on Landlord. Somtime, somewhere, he had been caught. He ran to the Genral of the DSPU's house to confess. He new he would probably be fired, but he was an honest person, and never lied. But as he knocked at the General's door, a booming voice startled him! " I THOUGHT YOU'D OF WORKED IT OUT BY NOW!" Landlord turned around to see the General of the DSPU, standing behind him. This large bald man, in his green uniform and black tie, with his tight black tights, was standing infront of Landlord with a great big smile on his face, with his gun raised and with a book of weapons, bombs, and other offensive gear in his left hand. "So it was you that stole that book." Landlord said. "I should of known. I also should of known that you were a complete traitor." The General smiled and said " yes. And now you know that it is I who blew up the depot, And I who told the chinese goverment, pretending to be a shy old beggar, I'm going to have to say goodbye to you." Landlord took a deep breath and said angrily "If ANYONE dies today then..... IT'LL BE YOU!!!!!" Landlord ripped the gun out of the Generals hand, pushed him into the wall , but then the General fought back. One second Landlord had the gun, and the other second the General had it. This carried on until - "BANG! BANG! BANG!" The smoke from the gun floated up, causing the Australians to retreat. But who was it that had died?....

Chapter 10:The News Spreads: The following afternoon, the death was reported. But WHO had died! You're probably going to explode if I don't tell you, so I will. It was the DSPU General. Landlord was not arrested, since the U.S.A goverment informed the TSAPE that the General WAS a master criminal in the united states.But anyway, even though the General was dead, there was still war. Landlord however, caught flu, and died. Which means now we will now have to focus mainly on our seperate "Tribes" - oh, did I fail to mention that only one tribe remains? It is one of the air tribes.

Chapter 11: A Day Before Sunday: It is Saturday. A Day Before Sunday. Nobody knows it, but the war will end today, yet a secret will be reavealed.... The last remaining air "Tribe" Is preparing to bomb Australia. Their planes are equiped with everything, from Radar, to Plasma, to Heavy Missiles. The areoplanes destroyed half of Australia, and the war ended, but the chief of the DSPU [ NOT the bad General, the CHIEF ] had a little surprise waiting.....,

Chapter 12: The Surprise: The chief of the DSPU was looking on the Redfurn Industries website when he saw a human shadow behind him. He turned to see the old General. "You're you're s ss supposed ttt to bee dd dead !" Stuttered the chief. " Oh come on. Surely you thought me just dissapearing from the place I layed was a bit odd! The gun was fired at the ground. Oh and you think Landlord died of Flu do you? It was poison Marvin. announced the General "Now say goodbye""BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!" The chief, was dead.

Learning your mistakes.

Once, on Palm Island, in a city called Newcity, there was a run down estate called the "Southwed Estate". There was a block of flats named "The Predator". In room 47 of 60, there lived a murderer that called himself Rollo Rotcho. He had come from the U.S.A- New York City to be precise. But now he was stuck in cosmopolitan, run down, brick built newcity- except Downtown Newcity which was.... to colourful. One black night, Rollo crept out of the block. He could see the lights of Metropolis, rich, sparkling, glass built Palm City twinkling, no more than a few miles away. He crept to the downtown area. Oh what he wouldn't give to be doing this in Palm City, but he knew that anyone who even thought the word "Crime" in Palm City would be in handcuffs before a second went by. Anyway, security was so tight there that it was nearly impossible to enter a building without the key, code, correct eye and correct fingerprint. Anyway, everyone in Palm City had 200 bodyguards. He crept into the new downtown area, into Freckle Street, past the police station. he shuddered. He had been there before. it was frightful. He came to Newcity's strange hotel. He had got into the top floor room easily. It only had an old latch. Rollo entered. He saw a lump in a bed. He brandished his knife and.... "SLASH!!" He'd killed the young girl. Unfortunately, he fell out the window. Less than 5 minutes later he was in court. "Drone, Drone, witter, blah, blah, witter drone.........." Mumbled the judge. "It was just my luck to fall onto a bouny castle, only to get up dizzy and fall into a car with a car alarm" Muttered Rollo. After what seemed like a century of droning, Rollo refusing to plead guilty or innocent and magistrates being woken up, Rollo was found guilty and charged with murder. Of course he put up a fight, but he was easily overwhelmed by a tranquiliser. "Unfair!" He moaned as the world began to spin. Rollo dreamt. He was king, executing a rival. "Chop!" He cut off his victims head. "Get up!" He yelled. "Get up! Get up! Get up! GET UP!!!!!!" Rollo awoke. He was in a holding cell in Freckle Street Police Station. There was General erm.... somebody standing over him. But he'd made a mistake. The cell door was open. "Bye!" Waved Rollo. Quick as a flash he was gone. Over the next few weeks Rollo climbed the ranks. He progressed from being "Proceed with caution" to "Do not approach if you are with less than 10 people." He had kidnapped 20 people. 5 had erm.... "Accidents"- fatal ones- 5 were chopped up and the other ten were.... well... um... let's just say the crocodiles were well fed. For a whole month he flourished, then one day, he approached an elderly lady, knife raised when.... "Hello!" She turned around smiling. She flipped away the knife, locked the door and approached Rollo. "Mr Rotcho. I've been hearing about you. You need help." The woman said. "Kill yourself." She continued. "No!" Yelled Rollo. "Exactly. You won't kill yourself. Why?" The lady asked. "Because.... Because....- It's.... I couldn't!" Rollo stammered. "Than why kill others?" the lady pressed on. All of a sudden Rollo's evil light flicked off. "Who are you?!" He asked. The lady smiled. "I am Agatha. I am your mentor." And she was! Rollo learnt about good and bad, right and wrong until one day, Agatha announced "I am 100 today. I will die. You have learnt from me for 3 years. Long enough. Go back to prison." And Rollo did. He spent his life in prison, but educated wrongdoers there the way Agatha had to him. The lessons were passed on, and maybe one day the whole world will have been educated. Maybe we will be free of crime.

Device of a nightmare

1984: A strange spherical object fell from the sky. "What was that mama?" asked Judy, over the clanging of Big Ben. "Nothing dear." Her mother replied sighing. She continued fiddling with her Redfurn Industries ID card. "Nothing?" Said a voice behind them... "Aggggh!" Judy's screams silenced the street. She, and her mother, were dead, but their killer had vanished. 2010: Joe Day, the prime minister, was looking through his files. "29 people murdered, where the killer vanished and a black, spherical object was seen before death." He muttered. This was it. The legends were correct. The black object was in the dark prophecy of the unknown, which had been found in Russia in 2009. It stated the object was called "The holder" And that it contained the ultimate nightmare - an area that the bad, the worse and the simply evil inhabited. The dark prophecy called that space "The howling". But it also said The Holder could give huge amounts of power. Joe wanted it for himself. And He knew that Mark Split had seen the sphere. And at that same moment, armed police, the SAS (Special Air Service)and goverment officials were outside Mark's house now, while inside, he was being interogated. They had only located Mark thanks to his wife, Sarah's help. "Tell them! Did you see the sphere!" She yelled. Silence. "ANSWER ME!!!!!" Mark eyed the open door. "YES!" He bellowed, as he ran out the door. "Stop him!" Yelled a woman in uniform. Mark was soon on the floor, and was heaved into a police van. "We've got a problem with the Split family - we're taking them in." The lady in uniform said over the radio. She eyed Sarah. "All of them." "But I helped you!" Sarah shouted in protest, as she to was thrown in the van. Mark began bellowing words which I cannot repeat, so an officer opened the door to get in and silence him, but in the second the door was open, Mark made a bid for freedom. He ran out the van, down the road when... Mark lay weeping on the floor. He had been shot in the leg. "YOU CAN'T OPEN FIRE LIKE THAT!!!!!" he... well there isn't a word to describe how loud he yelled it! People were coming out of their houses, chants began, guns were fired, people screamed, everyone was running, but Mark didn't know why until he saw Sarah, with a machine gun in hand, shooting everyone. Then he fell into a deep sleep. "Thud!" In his final minutes of being awake, Mark heard Sarah hit the ground. They had been injected with... wi...th...withy.... Mark went under aswell. Little did anyone know that the whole thing had been watched from just across the road, by Michael Smith and his friends. "You see?" He asked. Nods everywhere. Michael continued. "The goverment has gone mad about this holder thing. Now, you know those armed police, who we, yesterday, so unfortunately had to knock out -" "and take their guns" Someone finished. "Yes" Michael said. "Well I kept those guns. Everyone take one gun - we're gonna patrol the streets!" In an hour the group were walking around London, putting up posters, banners and more about how they needed recruits, and containing nasty words about Joe Day. A few police officers chased them, but were drowned by the crowd. Soon, 25 recruits had joined, utterly convinced. Michael told them how to use a gun and gave the spares to them. "On the count of three, take out your weapons and shot at the sky. Then howl like you're getting paid for it and then... run!" They obeyed. Soon police cars, helicopters and more were after them. "Run!" Michael yelled. They ran. No sprinted. No it was faster than that - the cars were having problems keeping up without crashing into other cars. Eventually, someone must have told them not to care, because they were soon driving flat out. Michael and his group dashed into a shopping centre. Michael set of the fire alarm and sprinklers, 10 others shot the glass, overturned tables and jammed the escalators, causing widespread panic. 10 others ran around opening every last exit. 10 more sheperded civilians out. Meanwhile the rest were working on a timebomb. Michael dashed to the security centre. Empty. He could see from the footage that the civilians were out, and that the police, and everyone else now chasing them was entering. He yelled over the radio that allowed communication between him and his group - a walkie-talkie. "Everyone out! Now, move! Run for it and shoot anyone that tries to stop you! Leave the bomb, I'll do it, just run!" Then Michael dashed to a lift, narrowly missing getting killed in the crossfire. He went to the top floor, set the bomb to detonate in 1 minute and repeated the "Run!" Message over the radio, although this time stating that the place would explode in 45 seconds. Then he ran. He made outside just as - "KABOOM! BOOM! BOOOM! CREAK!!! CRASH!!!!!!!! BOOM!!!!!" The shopping centre exploded.
Back in his house, Michael did a head count. 10 of his gang were missing. He had 40 left. "Well." He began. "That went well. Congratulations, I think we may have scared the goverment just a little bit." There were chuckles and mutters of agreement from around his, extrodinarily large, living room. School chairs had been placed around ther room, and some people were seated on tables. Sofas were packed in where possible, and 5 people were sitting on an inflatable bed. Michael was pacing the room, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "What we need to do..." he began. "is to get a lead on this holder thing. We need to destroy it. But to do that, we've got to find it. Sam, John, Jane and Jackie, you can use my computer to try and hack into goverment files and find out where this thing was last seen. Use these to help." He ordered, handing them some codes. "Karen, Charlie and Zac, you try and find out where Mark Split is." He continued, handing Karen, Charlie and Zac copies of Mark's full name, adress and other info. "Stella, Christopher and... Paul, isn't it? You can try to contact these people." He announced, handing each of them names of people who had being in contact with the holder. "And the rest of us..." he smiled. "You're coming with me. Lets make some mayhem. Michael and his group dashed through the city, fully armed, heading towards a top secret goverment office block, which Michael had found out about by hacking into goverment files. Once inside, they caused mayhem, destruction, and more, while another group sheperded innocent workers out. Meanwhile, in the basement, Michael was with 3 others, cutting the power, setting off the sprinkers, and completely wiping out the server, which had luckily for Michael, been placed down there. Then Michael got to work starting a fire, while up above, fuel was being spread around. All the workers were out at this point, and the destruction was at its maximum. Meanwhile, Mark had been found in the files. He was being questioned by the prime minister, Joe Day. Karen, Charlie and Zac dashed to the car, and began raging towards Downing Street. Whooooooo!" They screamed, as they smashed through fences, demolished bus stops and caused several accidents. Zac was driving. "ZAC! HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY!!!" Karen bellowed, as they narrowly missed heavy fire from the police. "FITHTEEN!!!" Zac replied over the noise. Things were exploding, cameras were flashing, and Downing street got nearer. "Sir!" An officer yelled, dashing into Joe's office. "We better move, we've got an SUV heading our way. I think they're from Michael's group!" Joe barked unprintable words, shoved Mark into the officer and set off the alarm. Downstairs, another officer burst out the door, shot at the sky and yelled "EVERYBODY RUN!!" at the crowds of people outside, waiting for the speech that had been scheduled. That moment, the SUV smashed through a temporary barrier, which had hurridly been positioned at the entrance to Downing Street. The screams of the civilians was covered by the firing of heavy weapons. But nothing could stop Zac driving now. "SMASH!!" the vechile smashed through the wall of number 10, narrowly missing Joe, Mark and the officer, who had been at the foot of the stair. The debris went everywhere, and Charlie rolled out of the car, and into Joe, knocking him down. A swift jump on the officer's foot, followed by Zac rolling on top of him, put the officer down on the ground aswell. Karen smashed through her broken door, and she and Charlie swiftly moved Mark into the rear of the SUV, Charlie, as he had once been a doctor, nursing his leg. Zac then sat on Joe, and called Michael to let him know that they had Mark.

Michael's phone rang. "Hello?" He said, as he stumbled through the crossfire of his gang and the police. "It's me Zac. We've got Mark, and we've also knocked out the prime minister. But the car is done for. We need help!" Michael sighed. "Sorry, but the office block is on fire, the police are firing at us and half of the group were in the lifts when I cut the power, so they're stuck in the lift, with the office block on fire, the police firing-" but he was cut off by Zac. "Look, we've just smashed through the wall of 10 Downing Street, er... what's that Karen? Ok.... erm... it looks like Karen just got a text from Sam, they're into the goverment files. The Holder was last seen on the London Eye - and that was yesterday!" Michael smiled. They could be on to something. "I'll send help!" Michael replied, and he put the phone down. Then he called Paul, Stella and Christopher. He told them to get to number 10 ASAP; and to bring a gun. He then sprinted away, out into the streets. He knew he was been followed, because he saw several bullets narrowly miss him, and heard panting behind him. But he stepped into a side road, and the sound of panting disappeared. He reached the London Eye, and once at the front of the que, paid ?100 extra, to get a capsule alone. He waited. Then, he saw a black, spherical object in one of the capsules. "That's my one!" He yelled, jumping in. He retrieved his knife, when he heard a voice behind him, a high, steely voice. "You wouldn't do that." Michael saw a scabbed, rotten hand... meanwhile, Stella was driving the Ford Focus towards Downing Street. "Come on, please!" Said Christopher, who was pleading for the gun, which Paul had poised out the window. "No!" Paul exclaimed. "Boys and their toys!" Muttered Stella. "What was that?" Paul questioned, for a popping noise had echoed around the car. "Dunno!" Christopher sulked, still in a huff about the gun. However it soon became clear what the noise was. They were under fire. Just as they realised this, the windshield shattered. There was a horrid splintering noise, and part of the drivers door fell away. "PAUL!!!!!!!!!" She screamed. "Wha - oh!" he began firing at random outside the car. "NOT AT CIVILIANS!!!!" Stella bellowed. "Downing Street!" Christopher cried. They had flew past the sign for Downing Street. They skidded through the hole in number 10 that the SUV had left. They saw Zac entangled in the banister, Karen nursing Charlie, who appeared to have been thrown through the broken windshield of the SUV. Joe was whimpering by the window, and the police officer was out cold. "Paul. Stella. Christopher. Thank goodness you're here. Joe made a bid for freedom." Karen whispered. "Hey, where's Mark?" Stella said. "Back seat. He fainted." Karen whimpered. Just then, "ACK! ACK! ACK! BOOM! CRASH!!" the police entered, all guns blazing. "Bomb." Charlie announced. "Get out!" Paul looked underneath the car. Sure enough, there was a bomb. "OUT!!!" He screamed. Stella picked up Karen, Christopher picked up Charlie, and Paul freed Zac. They crawled out and sheltered behind a police car. There were helicopters, men with guns, cars, reporters, roadblocks, bomb squad vechiles and even 50, large, vicious looking dogs. "All we need now is background music!" whimpered Zac. They saw Joe been carried out. 5 seconds later, "KA-BOOM!" number 10 exploded. Debris went everywhere, cars crashed, reporters screamed and sirens deafened people. "Hey, Charlie" Said Paul. But Charlie was out cold. So were all the others. He looked up. He saw a needle. That needle went into his arm. The world began to swirl, and noises became muffled. Then, "THUMP!" he was asleep. He awoke in a cold, dark cell. "Well, atleast we survived." Then he remembered. They had forgotten Mark. He had been inside. He was dead. He felt for his phone. It hadn't been confiscated. Surprised, he called Michael. He stayed on the line for 10 minutes. No reply...

Michael's phone rang. He tried to reach out, to answer, but he couldn't seem to move. He was covered in blood, and appeared to be in a capsule over London. Then, "CLICK!" It came to him. he was on the London Eye. He noticed that it had stopped, while he was at the top. He was lying on his back inside what remained of the capsule. There was debris everywhere. He seemed to remember a struggle. He fought to remember. He had seen the hand and then passed out - no, no. What was it that had happened. Then he remembered. When he saw the hand, he had tried to thrust the knife into the holder, but he couldn't move. Fortunately, he had been holding the knife loosely, and it had fallen out of his hand, onto the holder. Blood had come out of it, and it had began to vanish. He had a sword plunged into him by the beast behind him, but it didn't get in far enough to do any damage, before the beast, and sword, vanished. Did this mean it was over? All of a sudden, he could move. He pushed himself up, and noticed that there was a purple whirlpool, hanging vertically from mid air. He felt an urge to touch it. He plunged an arm through it, but it didn't poke out the other side. "What?!" He exclaimed. He stepped through. He found himself on a beach. The sun was up, and he could see a city in the distance. he saw a sign. He read it. It said "Welcome to New Brazil." And I mean literally, said it, the words were actually spoken. Michael realised. He was in another universe. A universe which even had it's own Benzone.org.uk... See it here! He looked back. But the purple thing, was gone...

Paul was still sitting in his cell, preying. He could hear Zac bellowing words which I hope never to hear again, Christopher and Charlie kicking there cell doors in temper, Stella yelling at someone and karen sobbing gently, just next door. "Well come on then." Said Paul, eyeing the cctv camera in his cell. "Mr Day. lets see you." Joe was quick to respond. In a second he was outside the cell. He laughed. "Learned anything? Siding with Michael Smith is a dangerous thing to do." "Yeah? Well you haven't got the whole gang. Half of us are still at that office block!" Paul replied. "I know." Said Joe simply. "Half the city is cowering in their homes at the moment. So much trouble over a sphere which isn't important." "It is!" Paul spat. " It contains creatures that destroy all, and you want it!" "No." stated Joe firmly. " I didn't want anything. They did." "Who's they?" "Allow me to introduce you to the reason that all your friends here are so distressed." He opened the cell door, and in stepped a foul - well thing - it was dark green, and covered in slime. "THE SPHERE HAS BEEN DESTROYED!!! I CAN FEEL IT!" The creature screamed. But then it crouched down and whispered "Yet the sphere won't be neccesary. A male by the name of Michael Smith has become trapped in a universe that I created. The energy of a living being, exsiting in a false universe will ensure that my race becomes supreme!" The thing faced upwards, and wailed and howled like a banshee. The cry seemed to drain all love, hope, peace and light from Paul, who screamed like mad, unable to stop feeling the pain, the fury and the hatred. "NOOOOO!!!!" He roared, fighting it. "Ha! Karen put up a better fight than you!" Laughed Joe, who was wearing protective earmuffs. "I WON'T! NOOOOO! YOU WON'T - AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Screamed Paul, sinking to his knees. He couldn't bear the pain. His head was on fire and his whole body was shaking madly. "YOU CAN'T!! - CAN'T - can't ca-" Everything went dark...

"NO!" Michael yelled in frustration. He kicked the sand. What was going on? Were his friends dead? Was he dead? He couldn't cope with it. Any of it. "Come on, come on." He thought and thought and thought. But he couldn't think of a way to get back. All of a sudden he felt a curious lifting sensation. He closed his eyes. He felt sick. he opened his eyes. Everything was white and he was going upwards, he could hear screaming, and he felt ice cold hatred, and fiery fury...

Michael awoke with a start. His face was pushed into the ground and his clothes were torn. He rolled onto his back, and saw Paul, huddled in a corner, shaking with fright. "How did - what - you were - how'd I -" Michael fell silent. Paul wasn't listening. He was pointing behind Michael with a look of pure terror on his face. Michael span around. Michael wanted to scream, but no sound came out. There was this dark green thing with slime all over it standing in the doorway. "HA! SO YOU ARE THE MAN THAT CAME TO MY UNIVERSE!!!!!" "I destroyed The Holder!" Michael yelled back. "Don't!" Squeaked Paul. "Don't try to defy it. It's howl. It sort of, well -" "SILENCE!!!!!!!" The thing paused. It lifted it's head up. "To late. The damage is done." And with that, the thing howled and screamed and roared. The howl was shrill and loud. Paul fell to the ground in agony, and he could hear his friends collapsing. But he was back with his friends. He wasn't stuck. His friends were alive. Michael filled with happiness, and stood defiant, in front of the beast. "You won't cause pain in any more people!!" he roared, and he smiled. He saw the beast flinch. It couldn't bear the happiness. Michael laughed. it was more than happiness now, it was love, hope and peace. Suddenly a dazzling white light flooded the building. It was a protective barrier against pain, and Zac, Karen, Paul, Charlie, Christopher and Stella stood, all of them full of warmth and happines. "Feel the warmth!" Michael bellowed. The creature screamed, and fell to it's knees. "AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!" It screamed in terror. Joe came running into the room, and immediately filled with warmth. He began singing "God save the Queen!!" It was too much for the beast. It crumpled against the floor, gave one last "Nooo!" And then turned to dust. Joe tripped over and made a huge noise, and the light vanished. Zac, Karen, Paul, Charlie, Christopher and Stella ran together and hugged, but Michael simply gave a smile, more to himself than to anyone else, and went to go and help Joe up. "Thanks." Joe said. "Strange place to have a party!" he pointed at the group that were still hugging. Michael laughed. Clearly Joe had been brainwashed by the beast. Now the beast was gone, he was his usual self. He went over to his friends. "It's not over." They stopped hugging. "I've worked it out. That beast could survive outside the holder, so can the others. If I destroyed the holder, then those creatures are on the loose." Karen's eyes met Michael's. "Then we've got to fight." Michael looked at the place where the beast had died. He stared for atleast 10 minutes. He finally turned around. Tears were in his eyes. "Not we. I. If you come you're in danger." "No!" Everyone yelled in unison. "We're coming with you, and that's the end of it!" Ordered Christopher. "It won't be -" Michael began. "Safe, or quiet or calm. Yeah we know." Finished Zac. "WE FIGHT!" Roared Paul. Michael smiled. "If you want to come, than I should warn you. We're gonna be living rough." "We know." Smiled Stella. "Then we fight." said Michael...

The fight for humanity.

A note to the reader: This story begins 1 month after the events of "Device of a nightmare" and serves as a sequel to that story.

"NO!" Michael roared, pulling Karen back. "You know what to do! Think of the time that we destroyed that other creature a month ago, back in that prison!" Karen, Stella, Zac, Paul, Charlie, Christopher and Michael stood together and replayed the events of exactly 1 month ago. When they remembered the part when the dazzling white light had appeared, and the creature had died, they filled with happiness. "Can you feel that?" Zac asked the creature. "Feel the happiness?" The creature flinched, and roared in pain. The group's spirits rose, and the creature fell to it's knees in agony. There was more than just happiness now. There was love, peace, warmth and hope. And all of a sudden that blinding light appeared, and filled the night sky with colour. "NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE!!!!! GIVE MERCY!!!!" The beast roared, but the group couldn't. It was like last time. The warmth just kept flooding over them, they couldn't stop. The beast crumpled, and turned to dust. But the light didn't stop, and it was taking the energy out of the group. It was harder than last time, and the flow of happiness, warmth, love, peace and hope was much stronger. Karen fell into Stella, who yelled in surprise. Michael turned to see what was happening, and his arm hit Charlie, who stumbled into Christopher, who then swore viciously. This caused Zac to tell everyone to shut up, and the spell was finally broken. The light vanished and everyone felt tired. "That was harder than before!" Zac complained. "I know." Said Michael. "If doing that can harm us, then we can no longer use happiness." "What are we supposed to use? We're outlaws!" Charlie exclaimed. "Ever since we blew up that shopping centre, and an office block, and destroyed number 10 Downing Street..." Paul smirked. One of the reasons he liked Charlie was because of his tendancy to recount dramatic events. "He does have a point, you know." Karen said. Michael looked around. Everyone else did aswell. Karen didn't really give her opinion much. "And we are in the middle of Russia." Added Stella, evidently trying to make a point aswell. "True, we are in Moscow..." Michael smiled. Zac raised his eyes to the sky. "Could you stop telling us what we already know?!" he asked. Michael raised his eyebrows. "Zac, you are 15-" "16 in a week!" Butted in Zac. Michael pretended not to hear. "And you should think yourself lucky that you're here! Talking to me like that is not what you SHOULD be doing!" "Give him a break! You are repeating stuff we already know, and he's a teenager, he was bound to say something!" yelled Paul. "No I will not give him a break!!!!" Michael roared. None of them had seen Michael this angry before, and everyone except Paul, Zac and Michael himself scooted to the other side of the tents. Michael got out his megaphone, and told his group to pack, and that their next destination was Paris, in France. Then he faced Paul and Zac. "Zac, you always wanted a rifle, so..." Michael held out his own sniper rifle, and pushed it into Zac's hands. "And Paul, you said last week that you'd like to have something to do, so..." Michael handed Paul a thick book, with a leather cover and golden words along the top reading "Greatest Crosswords Of The Century" Michael smiled, apologized, and then went over to help the group pack...

House Of Parliment, London, England: "Done." Said the Prime Minister. He was doing much better than Joe Day, who was convinced that he had never been prime minister. "Sam?" Sam looked around to see his secretary nudging him on the soldier. "Are you all right sir?" She asked. "Fine!" Sam lied. Everywhere you went, people were chanting "Sam Evans is Britain's best!" At this rate, Churchill was going to be put in second. True, it was good to be liked for a while, but after a month, it began to get tiring. He also had another problem. He was expected to find Michael Smith and his gang and throw them in prison, but he didn't have the faintest clue where Michael was, and besides, throwing your cousin in prison isn't easy.

2 days later, Exact position Unknown, Paris, France: Michael and friends were huddled together under several blankets. The wind was howling madly, and the rain was lashing against their faces. The tents were rolling around and Karen's tea was spilling everywhere. They were there to visit Sarah Split, who I beleive we last saw been arrested, along with her husband, Mark. That was before Mark was killed in the explosion of number 10 Downing Street. Sarah had offered to help the group, in return for the truth about her husband's death. "Explosion, you say?" Sarah repeated. "Yes" Replied Michael. "He was left inside. The police took Joe, but they left Mark." "And we couldn't go back, because they had injected us with some kind of sleeping thing." Stella added. Sarah was battling not to cry. "I'll help." She announced. "The English police are on my tail because they believe I was involved in the attack on Downing Street anyway, so..." Michael suddenly stood, and ran around chasing his blanket, which was flying around in the gale. Zac laughed. Then his blanket went flying. The smile disappeared faster than Charlie driving his BMW down the road. And that's pretty fast.

Top secret goverment meeting, Exact location unknown, Somewhere: Sam smiled. "He's in Paris, you say?" "Yeah!" Replied a tough looking official. "We got CCTV foo-age of 'em there." Sam's assistant raised her eyes to the ceiling. She soon regretted this, because it was covered in spiders. "We may have - what was it? - Foo-age of 'em there, but if they're in France that makes it their goverment's buisness." She said. Sam was about to add to this, when the light's went out. The room was pitch black. "Ouch!" " Everyone, sit down!" "AGGGHH!" What do you expect if you sit on a dog?!" "Sit down!" "Not here! I'm here!" "OUCH!!!" "I said not there!" "Here!" "CRASH!!!!!" "BE QUIET!!" Silence. "Can I?" "Yes." "Well, this hurts an awful lot!" The lights flickered back on. Chairs were everywhere, Sam was entangled in an armchair, one of the guards on top of him. The bookcase had been knocked over, and Sam's assistant was whimpering by the door. The tough looking official had several bite marks on his leg, and the dog was growling at him. People were everywhere, yelling at each other, or simply whining. "Well this was a disaster!" Exclaimed Sam.

Several weeks later, next to a river, somewhere: "No Zac, you were 16 a week ago, not 17!" Michael and his friends had found a sports car near the river that they were camping by. "Please!" "No! We're in England, you can't drive until you are 17!" 2 hours earlier, the group had been involved in a police chase which had ended in the forest. Only Michael, Zac and Sarah had escaped, everyone else had been thrown in prison. Zac didn't really feel much upset at this, he thought it would be easy to get them back. But Sarah and Michael knew that there was no chance. I should probably tell you exactly how it happened. So here I go:

2 hours earlier, near the entrance to a forest, somewhere: Michael and Charlie were prowling just around the corner from a police station. They had no idea where they were. The rest of the group were just down the road. "We've gotta find some food!" Charlie moaned. He was starving. "Shhh!" Michael whispered. An important looking person was getting out of a Mercedes Benz. he had a badge which appeared to say "Federal Police" He walked right next to Michael and Charlie, who casually leant against the wall. The officer put up a wanted poster, with a picture of Michael on it. Then he turned, to see Michael grinning at him. "I can tell you where that man is - you're looking at him. Bye!" Michael and Charlie ran for it. Next second, 10 police officers' were on their tail. They ran and ran and ran, straight past the rest of the group. Karen screamed and ripped 2 holes in the bottom of her tent, which she stuck her legs through. She then ran, the upper half of her body still entangled in the tent. Zac grapped his rifle and shot a warning bullet at the sky. The police then opened fire. "Oh well done!" Stella yelled sarcastically. She then ran for it. Zac ran backwards, firing at the sky as he went. 2 police cars flew around the corner, sirens on and lights flashing. Charlie ran straight into a trolley, ended up inside it, and then screamed as the trolley and he flew down the hill. He smashed straight through the door to the post office, and found himself under the counter, files falling on his head, and several police officers' standing around him. Karen and Stella ran to help, and were soon arrested. Meanwhile Christopher, Paul, Zac, Sarah and Michael were scooting around the bend. Paul jumped onto a passing train, gave a cheery wave to a police officer, and... There was a horrible crunching noise. Paul had been on the roof, when the train went through a tunnel. Paul was thrown into the bricks. Things broke. Not the bricks. Michael, Christopher, Zac and Sarah passed a road block made of police cars. One lurched forwards and hit Christopher in the stomach. "Ouch." Michael, Zac and Sarah darted into the forest, and soon the sound of the police died away. And that was how they came to settle by the river.

Several weeks later, Sandown City: Sandown City in the summer. Not the best place to spend Monday morning rush hour. But that was where Michael, Zac and Sarah had ended up. The sweltering metropolis was anything but comfortable. Michael wouldn't have come if he hadn't heard about many creature sightings. The team were currently dealing with a giant tarantula. "ACHOO!" Michael sneezed. He was lying in bed with a bad case of flu. Zac and Sarah were on the trail of the beast, pushing through the crowds, following the trail of destruction. "Have we been here before?" Asked Sarah. "Yes!" Zac replied. Then he saw the hotel where Michael was sleeping, under the false I.D of Harold Parting. The 2 entry doors were crumpled. The one from the left had been bent backwards. And it was made of steel! Zac and Sarah entered. The reception desk had been torn from it's position, and was now in a tangled mess of wires and metal near the stairs. There was smoke and fire, but the fire alarm system didn't seem to working. A cough came from upstairs. "Michael! He wouldn't have heard the noise - he's on the top floor!" Zac ran into the lift, and pressed the button marked "20 - top floor." The lift accelerated at a painfully slow rate. "Come on... come on!" Meanwhile, Sarah was crawling blindly up the tangled remains of the stairs. Upstairs, Michael was asleep. But we woke with a jolt when the door burst open, and Zac ran in, tripped, and fell into the windowledge. A number of things sent alarm bells ringing in Michael's head. Firstly, Zac had ran in with out knocking. Second, Zac looked like he'd been crawling through dust. Third, smoke was pouring into the room, and fourth, Zac looked terrified. "Gotta - go - there's a, a, a, - the creature - here - move - now!" Michael and Zac sprinted out of the room, just as the creature launched itself at the door, which Zac had just closed. "SMASH!!" The door flew out of it's frame, and smashed into the glass window. A large chumk of wall came with it, crumbling on hte floor, and catching fire.
Outside, sirens were going, lights were flashing, cars were screeching, and a truck full of armed policed burst open. Sandown City police had sent everything they had, and a few things they had borrowed. The hotel was a major tourist attraction, due to it's swimming pool and spa. And as tourism counted for 54% of the city's funding, the council weren't taking any chances. The armed police dashed into the building. "Anyone here!" All they heard in reply, was a scream.
Sarah had tripped over a piece of steel, and had gone rocketing down the tangled staircase. At that moment, the lift doors opened, and out stumbled Michael and Zac. Michael wasn't wearing his hood and sunglasses. The police recognised him at one, after all, he was wanted worldwide. There was an awkward silence, broke only by Sarah crashing through a pile of boxes, and right into the lift. "Oh." Said Michael. "Ahh." Said Zac. "Hmmm." Added one of the men. "Upstairs!" Michael and Zac had no time for cheching, or stopping, or feeling as they ran blindly upstairs. They flew into a door on the floor below the top, (Floor 19) and groaned. An officer was nearing the landing, when... "AAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!" The creature flew at him. "Open fire!" "BOOM! BANG! RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT! CRASH! CREAK!" There was a mass of flying objects, confusion and screams. There was a flash of orange, and the banister flew away. "ROAR!!" Michael and Zac ran. The creature heard their footsteps, and changed targets. Michael and Zac were almost there, when... The creature backed them up against the lift. "I will de-" But Michael cut in. "Sorry, but before, well dying, can I just point out the obvious?" "If I accidentaly eat those lift doors, I will simply digest them!" "No, I meant the other obvious thing." "Eh?" "Well if I was gonna... er, destroy someone by standing them against something... a quick word of advce... don't stand them against the lift!" "erm..." But before the beast could think of a reply, Michael and Zac were in the lift with Sarah, heading down. "I never thought that would work!" Said Zac. "No, me neither." Agreed Michael. "Oooohh..." Sarah groaned. She was out cold. "We'd better get out - that thing won't be happy!" Exclaimed Zac. The lift doors opened. The creature was already there, poised to strike. "We're still near a lift!" Yelled Michael happily, pressing the button for the top floor. The lift went up and up, when... "CRACKLE!" There was a loud crackling noise, followed by the sound of wires spurting electricity everywhere. The lights flickered out, accompanied by the humming noise that some lights make when they flicker out. The lift grinded to a halt. The roof creaked. "Where's the creature? What's it doing?" Asked Zac. "The creature is above our heads. And it's trying to crush us." A snapping noise sounded throughout the lift. "Or it could be snapping the ropes so we fall to our deaths." Said Zac quietly. There was one final snap, and the lift began to fall down the chute, 19 floors worth of chute. There was a sparking noise, and the lift began grinding against the sides of the chute, throwing sparks everywhere, and causing a terrible noise. Sarah was still snoring. The whole lift was rocking, and smoke appeared along the outside as friction heated the lift up. All of a sudden, "WHOOSH!" Flames appearde out of nowhere, flying along the side of the lift, forcing their way in through the gap between the doors. Zac was beyond screaming. He just sat there, open-mouthed, the whole of his life flashing past. Michael however, was trying to wrench the doors apart, with the intention of jumping. But the doors seemed to fly open of their own accord. Unfortunately, there was no room to jump, and flames were jumping into the lift. "Help!" Sarah was awake. She was also on fire. "Oh." "Is their a fire extinguisher in here?" "Sarah, don't run, you'll spread the flames - roll on the floor!" "There's a fire extinguisher here!" "Well, get it then!" "I have!" "No! To near the buttons!" To late. The water hit Sarah AND the buttons. The electronics began to spark and fizz. Then the lift stopped going down slowly. With an almighty roar, the lift began to fall to the ground, at very fast speeds. "AGGGGHHHH!" "I am not going to die... not going to die.... going to die.... I'M GONNA DIE!!!!!! WAAAAAA!!!!!" "Shhhh! It's stopped!" Sure enough, the lift had stopped moving completely, about a centimetre from the ground. It was sliding slowly down the chute again, until... "DING!! Ground floor." Said a speaker. Sarah yawned. "What did I miss?" Michael and Zac chuckled. "Oh nothing much." " I seem to remember fire... Hey, what happened to my jacket?" Sarah said. The jacket in question was burnt and black. "Don't tell me, you were knocked out, then woke up because you were on fire, and then got knocked out again!" Laughed Zac. "Something like that." Agreed Sarah. The beast appeared out of nowhere, smashing through the wreckage. It stepped in a puddle of water, and reared away as if scared. "Water. It hates water. There must be a reason for that... EVERYONE GET SOME WATER!!!!!!" Michael yelled. "Taps! Upstairs!" Exclaimed Sarah. The lift's done for, and that things blocking the stairs... and will try to kill us if we go past... stairs it is!" Michael smiled. Sarah and Zac stared at him in dibelief. "You're not really gonna..." "Oh yes!" Michael ran for the stairs. "ROAR!!!!!" "Don't suppose you know what 1+1 is?" Michael asked casually. "Erm..." Michael dashed upstairs. He opened the bathroom door, and then began to flood the building. "Not enough... ar..." Michael spotted a water pipe which was hanging from the ceiling due to the beast's rampage. In big red letters, it read: "High Pressure - Danger". Michael smiled. Just what he needed. He pulled his rifle from beneath his long cloak, and fired at several bolts. "CRASH!!!" The water crashed to the floor, and then flooded it's way out of the bathroom and began storming downstairs...

1 week later, East London Middle School, Church Road, Sandown City: Arthur Evans was not happy. For starters, his surname was causing much teasing in his new school. |They were calling him Arthur Heavens. Then there was Mr Cane, who yelled and bellowed at the slightest creak. Arthur was close to pulling his hair out, when Mr Cane yelled "WHOEVER IS DOING THAT, STOP!!!" Nobody's done anything! Thought Arthur. "I SAID STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Arthur looked around. Still nothing wrong. Then he heard it. A helicopter, geting closer, and closer. "Hang on... that's not one of you talking... that's helicopter. Erm... sorry." Everyone started. Mr Cane never apologized. Was this an alien teacher? "NEE! NAW! NEE! NAW!" Sirens where heard. "Must be my dad." Arthur whispered. Did I fail to mention, he was the prime minister's son. 3 sharp knocks where heard. Then the classroom door flew open, and in stepped Sam Evans, flanked with many armed guards. "I'm sorry to disturb this lesson, but their is a matter of worldwide importance. It may last several weeks. But it involves me going to Spain for several weeks. I will, of course, be taking Arthur with me." Mr Cane nodded shyly. "Nice amount of - er guards." He whimpered. "Oh, the President of the United States of America wants me under maximum security. There are a lot of people that want to kill me, and I am vital to finding Michael Smith." The mention of Michaels name was enough to silence everone. "Sir, we have a sighting, Sandown City sir. It appears the group have arrived in London. Nearby. A mile away at the most." Stated a guard. "Great. Just what I need, a chase." Muttered Sam angrily, but aloud he said "Arthur, stay in here." And he left the room. Outside the school looked like a battlefield. Tons of armed guards striding through the field, police officers rushing around. A Special Air Service van arrived, 25 officers running out. "What is going on!!" Sam yelled. "Sighting of Michael Smith, sir. In the school grounds!" "EVACUATE!!" The officers were in the building and switching on fire alarms before the order was complete. Children and teachers alike walked sensibly out the school - until they saw the guards, and heard Michael Smith mentioned. Then children and adults alike ran out the school screaming. And when they saw the guards, the helicopter, the vans and the lights, they kept right on running...
Michael Smith, was actually 5 streets away. He had simply strolled past the school gates. "Michael!" It ws Sarah. "The President is here - apparently. The American President! He's meeting with the - oh." "What?" "Text from Zac. The goverment is on red alert. They know we're here! The U.S.A has been after us ever since that explosion...." I didn't mention the explosion did I? Well, sorry, but you must remember, writing a report on what happened is extremely hard, and the details are probably 4% exaggerations of the truth. But i shall try my best to describe what happened....

1 week earlier, Grand Hotel, Sandown City: With water flooding down the stairs, Sarah and Zac made a hasty retreat. "Gas." Zac ran to the kitchens. "We're gonna gas this place!" "But the water will-" Argued Sarah, but Zac cut in. "Yeah, but it'll be fun!" And with that he raced to the ovens. They were gass grills, the type that you had to turn a knob and the gas went on, then you had to press a button to ignite it. Zac turned on the gas, but didn't ignite. The gas poured out. "Hang on... There was fire. Fire in Michael's room... and the door was open." Zac and Sarah smashed through the glass of the back door, landing in a heap at the back of the garden. Michael smelt the gas, and ran out the front door, ignoring the creature, which looked like it was frying. 10 seconds later, the gas ignited with the flames. The rest of the gas caught fire, and the building exploded with a crash, a boom, and in a flash of light, half of the hotel was gone.

2 weeks later, a hidden house, London: Michael was in a good mood. Firstly, he had enjoyed breaking through the door in the London streets which claimed to be nothing more than an electronics box, with several high voltage signs. But in truth, it led down some very dangerous stairs, to a mini house, directly underneath the Piccadily Circus. And secondly, he was on world's best website,(In his opinion anyway) which was his own blog. Sarah however, wasn't having a good day, and it wasn't going to get any better... "DING DONG DING DONG DING!!" It was the message alert. "Sarah!" Called Michael. It's for you. Subject is "Redfurn." "Redfurn... I had a friend who used to work at a place called Redfurn Industries... he was called Ian Rattin. What is it, some kind of special offer?!" Sarah opened the mail. it read:
"redfurnredfurnredfurn087089487984579739nbgu7590-3997898984089086798985377585899 989890i59488otri9rti9990009 disregardrefurnind ---// 0908" Sarah recognised the last numbers. 0908. The government code for non-human stuff. in this case "stuff" would probably be to do with the creatures'. Although nobody in the room would have known at the time, the code translates to say:
"Redfurn Industries. Beeware. Creetare. Bibble Bobble Beeble Dooble. I charge. in creechers is in charge. yep. creatures - oh that's how you spell it. in charge. no, no, forget that.. non-human origins. Bye!" Quite a number of spellling mistakes. nevertheless, Sarah wasn't to know that and assumed it was a prank email.

Midnight, Redfurn Industries HQ, I have no idea where: A 100 floored slab of reinforced steel in the middle of nowhere. Huge halogen spotlights painted the grass white, and 1,000 volts fencing surrounded the area. There was an advanced alarm system, and 2 German Shepherds, and 25 Dobermen Pinchers' hid in the bushes. 65 armed guards patrolled the area, and a huge helicopter flew overhead. Security here was high, and no wonder, because the creatures were now controlling Redfurn Industries. Suddenly a signal beamed out of the building, and started heading for Michel Smith...

Meanwhile... Michael was eating tinned baked beans, when he felt a jolt run up his body. He briefly shook, and then he looked up, his eyes glowing red... Zac first notice something odd about Michael when he began spearing individual beans around the plate, mahing them into a plp, and then making a sandwich with the pulp. Zac said nothing, and instead pulled out a leather book he had found earlier. He began to read a random page... "It was a sphere... a black sphere which held every evil creature imaginable..." "That's like... like it..." Zac looked at the front page. "By Michael Smith, aged 12." Zac turned 20 pages forward... "Zac was reding a book which bizzarely featured everything that had really happened to him... and madly, the book also said he was reading a book, and that book said he was reading a book, and so on..." Zac felt his heartrate increase. At that moment he noticed Michael, standing behing him. He was about to turn, when... "You just try it, and see what happens." "Michael...? Sarah... Sarah... SARAH, GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! SARAH!!!" Sarah appeared in the doorway in her pyjamas. Michael was holding a gun to Zac's head. She looked into his eyes. There was something harsh and red about them... something, familiar? Sarah flashed back to her youth. Two red eyes staring at her from her warrobe... flashes of red... screaming... ad something elese happened that day... of course, the day her mother died... and the day he gave her a black ball, resemblin the holder... In one swift movement, she had Michael pinned to the floor. Zac grabbed the book. "Read this!" He told Sarah. She read the book. "All this, it is exactly correct to what's happened so far... right up to me picking up this book and saying this! This book, is an exact copy of everything... could the back page also be correct?" Sarah bega turning the pages... but the back page was blank. She turned to the beggining. She turned to the middle. Nothing. All the words were gone! Sarah stared at Zac. "What does this mean for him?" She said, pointing at the squashed body of Michael. "Ee il o-oo-eye ery ouse" Groaned the possesed body. "What was that?" Said Sarah, inching up just enough for the thing inhabiting Michael to speak. "We wil occupy every house. We will occupy every single piece of land on the planet. You need not fear. We will remove fear, and gender, and colour, nd creed. You will become like us." "In your dreams!" Said Sarah, and she sat back down again. At that exact moment, there was a crack from near the door. Then anoter, then another. Suddenly, the door flew off it's hinges. Zac looked up. There was a face in the doorway. A face that was warm and friendly and... familiar? "Hello." Said Christopher, stepping in to the light. "You, hav got a LOT of explaining to do."

A bit earlier, outside the secret house, London: Christopher walked up the road. Cristopher walked down the road. Karen strolled up the road, Karen strolled down the road. Paul sprinted up the road, Paul sprinted down the road. "Where is it?" Karen muttered, as Paul ran past. Paul held out his little finger. Karen did the same back. Their secret code for: "I dunno." Christopher plodded past. "Anything?" "No." Stella zoomed down, being pulled along by the pram she was pushing as art of her disguise. "It's harder than it looks!" She panted, when Paul raised his eyebrows. "Hae you tried here?" She pointed at the door. "Hmmmm.... not when it says "DANGER OF DEATH!" and "HIGH VOLTAGE!" Of course we haven't!" Stella kicked the door open. "A tunnel." "We noticed." Christopher muttered, leading the group inside.

Back inside the secret house: "But... the police car... it hit you... and Paul... the train? And Stella... Karen? How did... where's Charlie?" "Gone." Said Stella sadly. "What do ya mean, go-" Zac noticed then how they all looked. Battered and bruised, bloody and hurt Even Karen looked lie she'd been in a fight. "He's dead?" Said Zac, feeling real, deep sadness for the first time since that time years ago... 10 years ago exactly, when he was only 6. The day he saw 2, harsh red eyes glaring at him from under his bed... and that same day his father died. He glanced at Michael's eyes. They were the same sort of colour. He suddenly noticed Sarah looking at them aswell, for some reason. He then became aware of tears in his eyes. Charlie had been his friend. Christopher glanced at Michael. "You don't need to explain about him. We overheard everything." He looked at Michae's red eyes and flashed back to being 9 years old. Those same red eyes glaring at him from the sky, the same day his brother had died. He wondred where his brother's son was now. "He'd be 16" Christopher thought. Then he noticed Zac and Sarah also staring at Michael's eyes. He was surprised.

Above Clock Tower (Or as you would probably know it, Big Ben) London City, London: Before I begin can I just stress that Big Ben is the nickname for the biggest bell inside the tower. The name of the tower is Clock Tower. Anyway, now I can begin. The sky was a dazzling blue, untill a single stray red line shot in the sky. Then another. Another, and another, and another. Londoners all around looked up at the sky as a cataclismic roar came from seemingly nowhere. "BONG!" Noone heard the Clock Tower strike 8pm. They were too interested in the chaos up ahead. A small object was falling from the sky. Lower, lower, lower. Floating majestically on a cushion of red sparks it stopped directly above central London. "Isn't that pretty!?" Someone muttered. Then, in half a second, before anyone knew what was happening, half of London was on fire. The London Eye rolled in to the Thames, and the Houses of Parliment exploded. In the recently rebuilt 10 Downing Street, Sam Evans first thought was: "We're dead."

The Secret House: "What's going on!?" Yelled Stella. "AGGGH!" Screamed Christopher, falling back down the stairs. "The whole of London is under attack!" He swiftly pulled out a laptop and placed it on the table. "TRACKING 5 EARTHBOUND OBJECTS!" Yelled the computer. "Show me crash area!" Ordered Christpher - look, can I just call him Chris, it'd save an awfull lot of time - "Oh no!" Chris grabbed a red phone from inside his pocket. "Took it from Mr. Evans - it's a direct emergency line to either 10 Downing Street or Buckingam Palace." He explained, grabbing the reciever. "Yes - hello, could you get me Buckingham Palace?" Chris asked. "Yes - yes - I - I -I Okay just - sh - quiet a sec -SHUT UP!!" Silence. "Listen to me, Miro Code 822, now get out of there!" He slammed down the phone.

The Queen's bedroom, Buckingham Palace, London: 2 guards ran in to the room. "Your majesty! We have Miro Code 822, now come on!" And in a rather humurous way, the queen, followed by 2 soldiers ran down the stairs. "Open the door!" The group ran out, just as 5 large pieces of... stuff crashed down on the palace. It then exploded.

Secret House: "What are you doing?!" Sarah yelled at Michael. "Trying to get you off me!" Michael replied. Sarah looked down. His eyes were back to normal. Sarah got up. "What were you sitting on me for? And how did you get out of prison? And...and..." "No time for that," Said Chris, as his mobile rang. "Hello?" The phone was on speakerphone, and everyone heard what was said. "Die Regierung hat gefallen. Evans ist tot. Sie werden kommen." Michael gave Chris a puzzled look. "German." Chris whispered. He then said into the mothpiece, "Sind Sie absolut sicher?" There was a pause. "Ja, ich bin sicher, jetzt raus da!" came the voice. "Danke!" said Chris before putting down the phone. "German!" He pronounced. "I like German. I'm good at German. That was German." Michael then said quietly. "Jeg ved dansk, men jeg er skrald p? tysk." Now it was Chris's turn to look puzzled. "It's Danish." Michael explained. "If you want a translation, I just said: "I know Danish, but I'm rubbish at German." Chris looked startled, but then yelled: "That German bloke, he had a message." "We heard, but to me, it was plain gibberish." Said Michael. "Basically, he said, the Government have fallen, Evans, I presume he means Sam Evans, is dead, they are coming." Chris sighed. Michael jumpe to his feet and yelled: "Beh, allora vai su, uscire! Prima di questo posto ? un inferno! Che cosa sono voi, un pesce? Vieni!" He yelled, (Which is Italian, incase you wondered.) then made a "get out!" gesture, and the group ran towards the door. Moments later it blasted open and 6 creatures ran in, clutching fearsome looking weapons. "I'd advice you stay exactly where you are," one snarled. Another grinned a foul grin. "I agree. If you disobey us, you will die a very slow and painful death. If you obey us.. you will die a very slow and painful death when we are done with you. Now, what do you know about the holder?" He asked. "The longer you talk," a third creature added, "The longer you stay alive."

Number 10 Downing Street, London: Sam Evans was hurled into a chair. These strange... things had apparently takne over the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, and had just informed the world he was dead.
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