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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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