Early version, unfinished.

1. ONE
HUNDRED
ZEROS
By Ross Hyland, Ian Sealey, Callum Bax & Mr Lozano
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2. My Boardroom Chapter/Scene
I walked slowly along the endless corridor to kill as much time as possible and delay the
inevitable. I tried to think of my speech, but words jumbled in my distraught mind. Every
breath, every footstep seemed fuzzy, weak and unclear, as if my fear and worry had
contaminated my brain. I would not let my nerves get to me. I must compose myself. I
wiped the sweat from my face, tidied my hair and straightened my suit. I stopped outside
the door marked ‘Board of Directors’. I took a deep breath then turned the handle.
I was instantly greeted by the sound of scraping chairs. Four large men and an equally
large woman stood politely in front of me, all with the same neutral expression. They
stood in a semi-circle before me, with only a table and a podium between us. The five
least favourite people in my life looked back at me. They were all dressed uncomfortably
in bland smart suits. Closest to me was the Financial Director who wore a kind face
mapped with freckles over his nose and cheeks. He had a long sharp nose, broad ears and
small dirty blue eyes. He appeared kindly but his smile was mean. He despised
everything, especially me. He often expressed his disapproval of my organisations poor
profits, regardless that we were an R&D department.
To his right stood the man who controlled my survival. The Board’s Chairman was a
handsome man, his symmetrical features were composed of beautiful glassy green eyes,
clear skin and pinched cheek bones, but his beauty was ruined by his sneering smile. He
would have kicked me out of the job years ago if he had not had such a terrible memory, I
had got away with so many mistakes and failures previously.
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3. Furthest to the left was the Sales Director and Assistant Sales Director. They were
husband and wife and the least helpful people in the world. They ruthlessly sabotaged
anyone who tried to interfere with their work. They were both short, plump and badly
dressed and suited each other in their maliciousness. No one in their right mind would
ever dream of saying that to them. They could be quite ingenious in their vindictiveness. I
knew my place as far as they were concerned and I dared to say nothing. The tall man in
the middle of them was the man to be wary of the most. The rumours in the lower levels
were that he had only got to where he was by stepping on everyone else. He would never
stop until he is the CEO. It was ironic that the cruellest man in the company was the head
of Human Resources.
I nodded to them then they all sat down in unison. I made my way to the podium
cleared my throat and looked at the Board. They all seemed so small. I wiped the sweat
away again then began my presentation.
“Good morning gentlemen, and lady.” I nervously cleared my throat. “My name is Dr
Crofonsh, as you all know” I saw the faint reaction of irritation. I tried drastically to alter
my tone from arrogance to humility. “As you know, over the last few years I have
invented many memorable products that have made us a very wealth company”. The
Financial Director smirked, while the Chairman looked at me with indifference. I ignored
them and carried on.
“I have now made a new invention that will revolutionise crime fighting.” They sat up
with interest.
“We are all aware of the increase in crime as we creep towards the London Olympics.
The prisons we have built cannot cope with the increasing numbers of criminals. My
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4. invention is an advancement of the prison system. With a big difference. This prison
needs no land; no guards, not even any bars”. All you need is a chip and a spine”. I held
up a chip (no bigger than a mobile phone’s sim card) and a human spine.
“This chip is called the Moral Chip. This chip works by taking control of their nervous
system”.
“Who is ‘their’ in your explanation”. The Assistant Sales Director had spoken up.
“The criminal of course. The criminal is the victim... I mean.... the.... ur...the patient.
Criminals are the target for this invention. Anyway, the Moral Chip takes control of the
nervous system and does not allow bad thoughts getting through the body and causing
crime”.
“This chip can be inserted anywhere that has a link to the nervous system, but it works
best when you put it just under the ‘axis (C2)’ on the ‘Cervical Vertebrae’, the top part of
the spine. The plan is, we will create a clinic in every town and if we catch someone who
has committed a crime we will put them through trial and the judge can decide (if they’re
guilty) from the following punishments: Community service, any up to 15 years in prison
and chip”. This invention is prison without the walls.
“We have tested this on 7 patients and 6 of them have had no problems”.
“What about the one that did have problems”. The Chairman had spoken.
“We had a fatality on the first person, but we sorted it”. I wasn’t sure I had convinced
him until he went back to his blank unsure face.
“We can get this launched if you send my company 2 million pounds; we will give you
30% of my inventions profits and your loan back with interest. What do you say to that”?
“For once, I can’t find any way we lose, I’m fine with it. How about you Clare and
Phil”? The Financial was the first to reply.
“If you’re ok with it, I am”. The nicest thing ever said by The Assistant Sales Director
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5. “Me too”. Her husband now spoke.
The chairman spoke. “I for one think this is a brilliant invention from a new comer”. I
ignored this comment.
The Human Resource Director took some time to come up with an answer; you could
almost see what he was thinking. : ‘how will this benefit me’ and ‘what could I get if I
squashed this man’s dreams’. But in the end he said “its fine”.
I was ecstatic, but had to stay formal. I said “thank you very much”. They all stood d up
shook my hand and I was out. Out into that same plain corridor but instead of having fear
for company I had happiness, which in my opinion is a lot more fun. I loosened my tie,
pocketed the chip and left with the thoughts of a new title: The Creator.
14th September 2012
Wednesday
Yesterday, in the early hours of the morning, there was a horrific attack on a family of
four. One man with a machete broke into their house, and killed the youngest, after the
family refused to hand over their savings. The mother of the child was next to die, as she
tried to get her sons body. Later on that night, the attacker turned murderer killed the
other two children. A police investigation was been filed, which prompted a quick
resulting search, and the man was found attempting to hide inside a neighbouring house.
The man was arrested and sentenced to 30 years imprisonment. These terrible murders
have further increased to the rate of crime which is building up in built up cities in
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6. England, such as London, Manchester and Birmingham. The newest response to this rise
of crime is a device to effectively stop crime. Implanted straight into the central nervous
system, it stops the implanted person from doing anything that is not programmed into
the device. There was a board of directors (of robotic implantations) meeting shortly after
the attack, we have been told; however we do not know whether they had any
involvement in the murders. The board’s final decision was to further increase
development of their “Morality chip”, something that stops you from thinking dangerous
thoughts, or ones that are immoral, such as murder, assault, or burglary.
This has prompted the government and prime minister to organize a meeting, to discuss
possible implantation for the more dangerous criminals, those who have been convicted
of serial murders, and who have shown no regret for their crimes. I, as a technological
advisor, think that it is a brilliant idea. Unfortunately, there may be several drawbacks I
can see to this device. Firstly the cost- a piece of technology this advanced would cost
several million pounds to implement into Britain; however this is a cost I believe would
be reasonable, as it would effectively curb crime significantly. Secondly, human rights-
why should we be the ones to decide what others should do? It is not our life, and life
imprisonment has been an effective enough deterrent as it is. Finally, the difficulty of
getting it in there in the first place. A chip implanted straight into the central nervous
system will not be easy, as if the doctors get it wrong, even slightly, then the recipient of
the chip could become paralysed from the legs down, possibly a fate worse than death.
A suggestion for the trial subject of this newest technology in prevention of crime,
would be best suited if he or she were already a criminal, and who has already committed
many crimes, or a few, but very serious ones. My personal suggestion would be the very
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7. criminal who caused this quick intervention, the cruel and murderous man who killed an
innocent family of four, in particular the very man who was mentioned, or rather
described what he did in detail, and if of course the trial fails, then I personally think that
he deserves paralyse.
The man walked slowly down the stairs, he was told he was part of an experiment,
which he was going to get paid a lot of money for. Behind him was man, dressed in a suit
and tie, carrying a black brief case. He kept looking back as if he was being followed.
The boy being paid was Curtis, a 17 year old looking for some cash. The room they were
walking into was cold; there was a bed in the middle of the room and a man standing over
it, he was wearing a white coat, he had a long nose and scraggly hair, he was also tall but
skinny. He was holding a syringe in one hand, and a key in the other.
The man with the white coat spoke. “Do you have it?” The man with the brief case
then tapped it. “Let’s do it then.” The boy stopped walking; he was pushed in the back by
the man with the brief case. The boy was too petrified to speak and carried on walking.
Not knowing what to expect, he sat down on the bed, all of a sudden, the boy was
smashed on the back of his head by the man in the white coat. The man with the key
asked for the brief case. And opened it slowly. He pulled out a small chip. The two men
had a long conversation, about where to put it, but all of a sudden they both stopped
talking. The boy woke.
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8. He made a break for the door, but was stopped short by the man in white. A piece
of wood was resting up against the banister of the stairs. Then the boy picked it up and
swung at the man in the suit. But missed, the man in white then prised the stick from the
boy and hit him with brutal force. The boy made a huge cry of pain, and smacked his
head against the cold hard floor knocking him unconscious. The man in white grabbed
the boy by the collar like nothing was wrong. He threw him harshly onto the bed, and
grabbed a knife; he went towards the boy, when the man in the suit grabbed his arm. “No
James, we will do the job right.” “Fine then I will do it Sam.” Said James.
He picked up the key from the floor that he had dropped earlier. Then walked
towards the bed where the suitcase was lying. He plunged the key through the suitcase,
and thrusts open the top, in an angry fashion. He pulled out a small microchip about the
size of a, five pence coin. Then examined it thoroughly. He had a gleaming smile on his
face. He went over to a small table on the left side of the bed, which had various surgical
equipment on it. He looked at them, and removed the scalpel. He walked over to the boy
who was still out cold, and then put the scalpel to the back of his neck and made a small
incision. Then flapped back the skin making blood ooze out.
He used a pair of tweezers to pick up the microchip and then insert it into to the
neck. It clipped on easily and the man in the suit Sam was angry and jittery. “Has it
worked come on, come on, come on?” “Yes don’t worry.” The man had put it in the
central nervous system. It should control the whole body. The man went back to the brief
case and took out 5 million pounds, and threw it onto the floor “is this it asked James” the
man in the suit shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know.” They were both angry but at the
same time were grinning. They both started laughing “we have done it.” said the man in
white.
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9. The boy was still unconious lying in the bed, he was still. The man in the suit left
the room. The man in the white followed him shortly. From one room you could here
laud laughter, then it happened, the boy awoke. He looked around the room. Then left.
The man in white walked back in. No more laughter, no more boys the man in white
screamed out in rage, until the man in the suit came back after hearing the ruckus “what’s
wrong.” “Look around, anything missing.” “Where’s the boy the doors open.” “You were
suppose to watch him” they both ran as fast as they cold out the door which was wide
open.
My Court Case Chapter
The man was in his fifties and was very wealthy. He loved his job deeply almost as
much as his family, in a way his job was part of his family. It always came home with
him, it was always on his mind and sometimes he even left his bed to look after it. It was
his child.
Ralph Smithson was a kind and hard working man. He lived in a house, which by most
standards could be called a mansion, with his wife and two of his three sons. His life was
pretty normal. He would wake up, spend an hour with the family and travel to the court
where he did his job for four hours, then left for home and spent the rest of the day with
his family, and his paper work
Usually Ralph would sit in his office and read the case. He would then write down the
key points and sort them into what he would do if he was presented with this as the only
evidence. After that he would go into court and listen carefully to the cases, go home and
put them into key points. Then he would see if he had changed his mind. Finally he
would then go back to the court and tell a fellow barrister what he had decided. This
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10. barrister would break the new to the court because Ralph just could not bear to see the
face of the victim or criminal.
Ralph had seen many cases like this one. He had managed to convict most of the
criminals he faced but was not always successful in changing the criminal good. He may
have seen this type of case but he knew this was different. All the Judges had been
briefed on their new powers and understood what it meant.
The problem with this case was the new power he had. This new power changed
everything. They had been told by parliament that they now could sentence people to the
“chip” instead of prison. They had been told briefly about the “chip” and found it a very
scary prospect. This new punishment was worse than prison, possibly worse than capital
punishment. This is why being a Judge had become so difficult. Judges could only
sentence people to community service or the “chip”.
Ralphs next case was rape, and he knew full well that the criminal was guilty but was
unsure what to do. Rape was defiantly worse than community service, but on the other
hand, was it worth the “chip”? The “chip” was a horrific breach of human rights but was
it a good or bad?
Ralph walked down the artistically carved, Elizabethan hall which led to the court. This
hall had been built for the Judges of the century and so there were many carvings of
crimes and the justice system.
As Ralph walked along the decorative hall he noticed the change in the atmosphere.
This change had started three weeks ago when the new powers were introduced and had
built in strength until now where everything felt foreign and new, but not a good new, a
bad kind of new. Ralph was one of the stronger Judges. Some Judges, like himself were
ok and could continue with their jobs. Then there was the worried Judges, who stuttered
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11. and walked around in groups, never shore on their direction. Finally you had the Crazy
Judges who quit their jobs and in some cases, committed suicide.
As Ralph approached the court’s entrance he felt different, he felt the felt the feeling of
release and relief. He had decided to choose community service, he would not send any
criminal, no matter how bad to the “chip”, it was immoral. He was going to leave the next
day. He stopped just before the door, got out his Blackberry and selected his previously
written resignation and sent it to his superior.
He went to turn the handle when an unimaginable pain hit him in the back. He lurched
forwards at the force of what he assumed to be a speeding bullet. He was right. The bullet
sped through his spine, paralysing him instantly. It then tore up his organs and came out
the other side. Blood gushed out from both sides of his body and the smell of burning
flesh drifted in the air.
Somebody cried out, he wasn’t shore whether it was friend or foe, but he knew he
didn’t care. He was going to die and that was it. Somebody stepped over him and went
through the door, and another leaned over him and whispered in his ear. “You're out of
the programme”. The figure then pushed a pistol to Ralphs head and whispered again.
“Bye Bye”. He pulled the trigger.
The figure who had stepped over Ralph was a thirty seven year old Judge by the name
of James Samson. He had only started his law course three years ago but had been pushed
up to Judge thanks to his friends in high places. He had not been told about the murder
that had occurred, and so, was not prepared for it. He was now extremely scared and
shaken. He knew what he was doing was wrong but also knew that if he did not do it, he
would be killed.
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12. He had been bundled into a van yesterday evening, shouted at for an hour about what
he had to do and then was kicked out at his house. His mission was to wait until a man
called Ralph Smithson was out of action and then he would take the rape case making
sure to sentence the criminal to the “chip”. He had asked why this man was to be
sentenced to the “chip” and he was told that it was better for him, them and the country.
He carried on until he came to some steep, stone stairs. He went down them and entered
the court. Moments later after leaving the court and announcing the sentence he was
swamped by reporters and camera crews. They all wanted to know why he had chosen
this sentence, but he ignored them.
He went back up the stairs and into the hall to see a completely normal atmosphere with
no body, no screaming witnesses and most importantly no police. He noticed his college,
now in a janitors costume cleaning up the last traces of blood. They nodded to each other
and turned to look at the shouting, panting, struggling man, who had just entered after
being convicted. James felt severe guilt but decided the man deserved it.
21th September 2012 Wednesday
After the increased number of crimes, the morality chip has been an amazing
introduction into the crime service. As a simple alternative to crime, it has stormed the
market, and hundreds of judges have used it as an alternative to community service.
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13. Although it was originally intended for the most severe of all cases, I.E. murder, it was
introduced to everyone on the database who has, or has had a criminal record, and has not
reformed. All prisons now have their own chip clinic, or “Chippy” as they are being
referred to by the inmates and it has shown huge amounts of success to the economy, as
crime has so far been reduced by 25%, and almost 15 Million have already been chipped.
On a slightly darker note, a notable judge of high standing was assassinated outside of the
court room, as he was about to oversee a case, but another judge was assigned quickly to
the case. The verdict was, unsurprisingly, completely in favour of chipping the criminal.
The downsides of the chipping have been, so far, extremely low. The place where the
chip is implanted (at the Cervical Vertebrae) limits all cases of death, and so far there
have been no casualties. For the company itself, it has made huge amounts of money. At
a private press conference which was held later, we gleamed some little information of
the design of the chip, and when the idea was put forward by its creator, Dr Crofonsh,
who wishes to be now as Doctor C, or the creator. Perhaps this title is slightly blown up
for this man, but it does describe him reasonably enough. He has taken modern
technology, mixed it with the natural instinct of good in humans to create peace and
goodwill in Great Britain. We have a quote here from the conference as he revealed his
new title, “Morning gentlemen, and lady. My name is Dr Crofonsh as you all know but
this time I wish you to address me as Dr C”. The title seems to have angered two or three
of the board members, but on the whole they were unfazed by the nickname. “The
criminal of course. The criminal is the victim”. Perhaps this quote shows us some
indication of the creator’s motives? Perhaps not, but so far it has gone amazingly well. As
a side note, a young man called our department talking about a “attack, and forced
experiment”, but he has a record with the police of several hoax phone calls, and a
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14. problem with alcohol. The loan which was given to “Doctor C” was a large sum of two
million pounds sterling, which is in fact insignificant in comparison to the company’s
annual budget of near 20 billion pounds, has generated much more than its loan. As a
matter of fact, it has generated almost 400% of the loan, in a week it has generated 40
million pounds. As we are told that the company is receiving 30% of the costs, they have
made a very good investment so far, and have generated an extra 10 million pounds for
the company’s annual revenue, and much more expected soon.
Chapter 4 -The Immigrants
While the newly arrived immigrants shuffled into a cold, dark truck smelling of a
mixture of packed human bodies, and a leaking petrol engine, the driver went to find
fake passports for his illegal travellers. When the last of the group had entered the
packed container, the truck set off. The truck got to the Turkish border, where a group
of voluntary police officers asked the driver for his identification papers. As they went
to check the back, the driver accelerated past the officers, past the border gates, and
into Syria. From there, the occupants of the truck were smuggled onto the cargo hold
of a jet bound for London, England.
The jet touched down in Heathrow’s runway, the immigrants were packed into yet
more trucks, each bound for different locations. Once in the trucks, they were
subjected to any punishment the drivers felt would amuse them. Several were already
dead from the freezing conditions of the hold, but the smugglers cared nothing for
this. To them, the immigrants were just another source of income, not humans, but
packages bound for different destinations.
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15. As the truck parked in Birmingham, the immigrants fled. Their transporters followed
them, hurling abuse, and threats that they would never be able to leave without proper
papers, but all of this was to no avail, and they just kept on running. A small group of
four found shelter inside a construction site, long since abandoned after the recent
credit crunch. They settled there for the night, but had a troubled night’s sleep,
remembering the hardships they had endured getting to England, and the reason they
had fled from Turkey in the first place.
The next day, the family, a mother, a father, and two young children, went out to find
whatever jobs they could in the town centre, helpfully located by a kindly passerby.
As they got to town, the father separated from the group in order to try and find a job
in construction. As he was walking down the street, an immaculately dressed man
walked up to him, and asked whether he was new to this country. When the Turk
asked what it was for, the businessman said that he could provide jobs for people who
have recently arrived in England. The businessman told the Turk to meet him in an
empty office to his side, just in case he was an illegal immigrant, and therefore illegal
in England.
As the Turk entered the old office, the businessman started talking to him about the
wonders of England, and about how he was going to love it there. The Turk,
becoming more and more interested by the businessman’s proposition, did not notice
his hand moving into his pocket. When he finally noticed the glint of metal, it was too
late, and the businessman plunged the knife deep into the Turks heart. He pulled it
out, and stabbed again and again, blood covering the walls. He staggered out,
bleeding to death, and fell into the street. Passersby screamed when the corpse fell out
of the door, and hit the street, a pool of blood gathering around the hideous gashes in
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16. his chest. When police finally arrived and searched the building, then businessman
was nowhere to be found.
5/. Massacre of Mr C family
A man, skinny and meek wearing a black suit and tie was walking to his car; he had
big glasses and was balding. He got into a dark blue Mini Cooper, and backed out of
his drive. It was six pm and it was beginning to get dark, the air was cold, and the
street was silent. He started down a narrow road. All of a sudden, the man stopped
and looked behind him, nothing was there. So he carried on down the road. A bright
blue light flickered on and off a car behind him, he pulled over to the side of the road,
the man could hardly see, as the car lights were still on full beam.
Two men dressed in police uniforms stepped out of the black van. “Are you Alistair
Webb” one of the police officers proclaimed. “Yes why” said the man in the suit.
“Get down on the floor and put your hands behind your head.” Shouted one of the
policemen. The man dove to the floor and the police men sprinted towards him then
pointed a gun to his head. One of the men grabbed a bag from the van and sniggered
the other kicked the man in the stomach. The man now holding the bag thrusts it onto
the man on the floor and ruthlessly pulled him up. One of the men ran to the driving
seat of the van, while the other gagged and blindfolded Alistair, and then took him
into the back of the van.
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17. One of the pretend police men started to beat up the man and started murmuring to
himself. “Stop!” exclaimed Mr Webb. “See this see this.” One of the men held up a
phone with a video call on it, and showed it to Alistair. His family were on it
screaming for there lives two guns were pointed at the wife’s head and three at each
of the children. They carried on going for an extra ten minutes when, All of a sudden
the phone turned off and the van came to a halt. The back doors opened and three men
came busting open the door. They had come to an old abandoned warehouse a woman
and two children were cowering in the corner of the building. One of the men in the
building shouted to the man who was now bleeding? “So are you going to cooperate?”
“Whatever you want anything just don’t hurt them, please!” Mr Webb yelled. “good.”
Said one man.
“You are the manager of the bank just down the road, is that correct.” One of the men
in the police uniforms said “Yes.” Replied Alistair “so you no the access codes to the
safe.” “Yes he repeated.” Smack! As a huge blow hits Alistair on his legs with a crow
bar one of the children screamed, as Alistair yelled out in agony. He was then picked
up and once again bundled into the back of the van. They drove down a singled lane
road until they stopped at a huge bank which Alistair was manager of. They grabbed
Alistair and hurtled him onto the street with the doors of the bank in front of him they
terrorised him threatened his friends and to kill his family until he gave in the alarm
code to get through the door.
They were now at the safe a man was standing by the door but at first instance he was
shot his blood splattered against the doors behind him, oozing from his head. They
pulled Mr Webb over to the safe and then again got out the video call. “Fine
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18. 2073HSY6” Mr Webb shouted. “Thank you we don’t need you any more.” Before
dying they showed him a video of all his family being shot and presumed dead blood
was dripping all of the wounds, then with out thought one of the men shot Mr Webb.
The blood started to form underneath his body his shirt was tuning red the bullet had
gone straight threw him and was now burrowed in the wall.
The men heaped onto the van the last lot of money. Leaving the man dead dripping
with blood lying on the floor. They then got into the van, and then started their way
back to the warehouse. “Are you sure” one of the men hesitantly said. “That’s what he
said” replied the man. They seemed to all be worried and the van started to speed up.
They skidded as they pulled up to the warehouse they rushed through the doors and
Started to yell. “No no no.” one of the men yelled at the top of his lungs. One of the
boys was gone, with a trail of blood leading to the woods. They searched for him all
night, but he was gone, with family massacre imbedded in his mind
19th November, 1994
Just arrived at private school. I already hate it here; there are just so many cruel
things. For one, all the teachers are just sadistic, the pupils are all bullies, but luckily
none of them are bad as my aunt. Why did she have to put me in this hellhole, this
home for the elite and the ones who are far too troublesome for public school. I can’t
tell which one I am, but from my aunt’s eyes I suppose I must be troublesome. It
really is her fault; she never should have tried so hard to be my mother.
26th November, 1994
A whole week here. It has been complete hell, so far I have been bullied by the
teachers, framed by my schoolmates, and the only friend I thought I had was really
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19. only doing it for a dare. Most of all, I am dreading the school showers we will have to
go to next week, when our sports subjects get going. There is something I feel is
wrong about so many teenage boys showering so close together, especially after some
of the comments I have heard about a couple of boys. Anyway, I suppose that’s the
worst that could happen.
1st December, 1994
I knew it would happen. Obviously everyone would go “Pinch and a punch for the
first of the month”, but to me it was worst. I already have several rather large bruises
to show for it. I tried telling a teacher, but they just dismissed what I said as gossip,
and ignored me. I tried the police as well, but they just warned me for wasting police
time. The worst moments of my week have defiantly been science and physical
education. In science, the other boys “accidently” spilled sulphuric acid over my shirt,
and even worse, the teacher gave me a detention for wasting school resources. I truly
do hate it here. P.E. has to beat all other lessons as the worst, not because I am unfit,
but because of what the boys do to me. In the lesson everyone heads towards me,
planning to do as much injury as possible. If its cricket, they aim for my head, if it
was rugby, they would try to break as many bones as they could get hold of. The
showers were worse than I expected, I just thought they would make comments, or
punch me, but what they did was much worse. They tied me up to a pipe, then teased
me, and left me for a teacher to find. I was eventually released, but the perpetrators of
this crime were only warned. A warning! How is that fair? I will leave this school as
soon as possible, maybe I could get expelled? But then of course my aunt would just
pay for me to get back into this school, as she wouldn’t waste her time looking after
me.
8th December, 1994
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20. This week it got worse, I got tied up again, but they started hitting me with sticks,
shoes and that sort of thing. Then they took pictures and sent them all around the
school. They got detentions this time, but still nothing major. One thing more I hate
about this school, is that they all feel they are superior to me. I hate them all. One day
I will make something that stops them from abusing me. One day, I don’t care how
long it takes; I will find a way to stop all of these intolerable, stuck up boys from
hurting me, tying me up, and their total lack of morality.
Chapter 6
The man walked slowly down the stairs, he was told he was part of an experiment,
which he was going to get paid a lot of money for. Behind him was man, dressed in a
suit and tie, carrying a black brief case. He kept looking back as if he was being
followed. The boy being paid was Curtis Krinkel, a 17 year old looking for some
cash. The room they were walking into was cold; there was a bed in the middle of the
room and a man standing over it, he was wearing a white coat, he had a long nose and
scraggly hair, he was also tall but skinny. He was holding a syringe in one hand, and a
key in the other.
The man with the white coat spoke. “Do you have it?” The man with the brief
case then tapped it. “Let’s do it then.” The boy stopped walking; he was pushed in the
back by the man with the brief case. The boy was too petrified to speak and carried on
walking. Not knowing what to expect, he sat down on the bed, all of a sudden, the boy
was smashed on the back of his head by the man in the white coat. The man with the
key asked for the brief case. And then opened it slowly. He pulled out a small chip.
The two men had a long conversation, about where to put it, but all of a sudden they
both stopped talking. The boy woke.
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21. He made a break for the door, but was stopped short by the man in white. A piece
of wood was resting up against the banister of the stairs. Then the boy picked it up
and swung at the man in the suit. But missed, the man in white then prised the stick
from the boy and hit him with brutal force. The boy made a huge cry of pain, and
smacked his head against the cold hard floor knocking him unconscious. The man in
white grabbed the boy by the collar like nothing was wrong. He threw him harshly
onto the bed, and grabbed a knife; he went towards the boy, when the man in the suit
grabbed his arm. “No James, we will do the job right.” “Fine then I will do it Sam.”
Said James.
He picked up the key from the floor that he had dropped earlier. Then walked
towards the bed where the suitcase was lying. He plunged the key through the
suitcase, and thrusts open the top, in an angry fashion. He pulled out a small
microchip about the size of a, five pence coin. Then examined it thoroughly. He had a
gleaming smile on his face. He went over to a small table on the left side of the bed,
which had various surgical equipment on it. He looked at them, and removed the
scalpel. He walked over to the boy who was still out cold, and then put the scalpel to
the back of his neck and made a small incision. Then flapped back the skin making
blood ooze out.
He used a pair of tweezers to pick up the microchip and then insert it into to the
neck. It clipped on easily and the man in the suit Sam was angry and jittery. “Has it
worked come on, come on, come on?” “Yes don’t worry.” The man had put it in the
central nervous system. It should control the whole body. The man went back to the
brief case and took out 5 million pounds, and threw it onto the floor “is this it asked
James” the man in the suit shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know.” They were both
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22. angry but at the same time were grinning. They both started laughing “we have done
it.” said the man in white.
The boy was still unconious lying in the bed, he was still. Water crashed down
onto his face. The boy woke up the men told him to get up and walk around the room.
He did this without question. They then told him to go outside. Leave them, the boy
walked out of the room and back into society, but the men still watched him he did
not do much, he got stuck at the doors, he kept on letting people go through the doors
instead of him. He eventually went outside it was night time he went back to his
home. Were his mum asked where he had gone, he acted normally and answered “I
went to the park with my friends.” As though nothing had happened.
He went outside he was supposed to do a marathon. That he organised last
weekend, he started the race, the men who were watching told him he had to win for
them, but as he neared the end of his race a man asked him if he could let him win.
The boy stopped and sat on the ground then started mumbling to himself the men ran
on to the tracks grabbed him and through him into the back of the van.
7/. My Discovery Chapter
“Tim look after your sister for me, please!” His mother yelled as he crossed the field
into the woods. “We’re only picking blackberries mum!” He yelled back. Tim was an
11 year old boy who had lived on a farm his whole life. His sister, Clare, was only 6
years of age and so Tim was expected to look after her everywhere they went. He did
not mind though, because Clare was his only friend in driving distance. He did not go
to school he was tutored by his mother and taught how to be a farmer by his father.
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23. Clare on the other hand was taken to school every day by her friend’s parents, she did
not want to go to school on a tractor. She went to school because her mother was a
very strong woman and had forced her husband to understand that they could afford
it. The Hardfod’s were a very poor family, the farm only earned them enough to get
by, plus with Clare’s school fees they had made sacrifices. One of these sacrifices was
cheap dinners. Every Sunday after church Tim and Clare would go into the woods and
pick the families groceries.
“Hay Clare! I turn my back for one second Clare where are you.”
“Boo”
“Ahhhh, don’t do that you gave me such a fright, mum said to look after you so don’t
go running off.”
“Mum is just being silly I’ve been in these woods thousands of times.”
“But you’re only five; you’re too young to run off.”
“I’m six actually.”
“Alright clever clogs”
Tim and Clare moved on following the route they took every week. As they went
along the path they stopped to pick up an edible mushroom or a healthy berry. When
they got to the blackberry bush they noticed car tracks.
“That’s strange cars don’t come down here. Clare, I’m going to check it out, you pick
the berries.”
“Only if I get first slice of the pie.”
“Deal”
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24. Tim went off to the gate which seemed to have been driven through by a car. He
walked further up the track, following the cars tracks; there were two tracks, one
where the car had driven at speed into the gate and another where it had reversed. He
carried on walking when suddenly he heard a scream. He ran as fast as he could
towards the sound of his sister’s fear. As he ran he noticed there were a lot of foot
prints in the mud, like a marathon had gone through.
He Got to his sister but she was unconscious he looked around for anything that could
of scared her so badly, but he saw nothing. He felt a drop hit his head. He looked up
and so a sight that repulsed him so much he threw up repeatedly. Above him swinging
from a branch was a mangled corpse of a man. He had a look of puzzlement and
confusion on his face. Tim managed to take out his dad’s old mobile and call 999
before he started throwing up. He tried talk but couldn’t and like his sister, he drifted
off, unconscious.
Detective Inspector Gordon was an extremely professional man; he kept his social and
work lives completely separate as so to keep his family safe. His first name was
James, but he never used it. James had spent 15 years working to get himself to where
he was, he had a huge reputation as villain hunter and everyone thought he could
solve any crime.
As James stepped out of the car the murmur of police discussions stopped and
everyone look at the DI. James walked over to the forensic tent to consult the team
and look at the body. They were utterly astounded. James asked the head of the
forensic team
“So what do we have here Bill”
“I’m not sure, whoever this person was they have been so badly damaged that we
can’t even tell whether they were a male or female, they could have gone through a
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25. blender for all we know. We did however find a turn up in the mud near where the
victim was found. They look like a gang of footprints”.
“You think he was attacked by a gang of people”
“Not only attacked, that person was hunted”
“So a gang of people and a car are chasing this person and the victim came into here
and gets caught and smashed to pieces”
“It appears that they were running and then got hit by something travelling at speed,
they were then most likely tied up and as you say, smashed to pieces.”
“But why, do we have any ideas.”
“Well we did find this on him.”
Bill pulled out a very small piece of tech from his pocket and showed it to James.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“It's a Morality Chip, we found it hanging out of the victims’ neck, it looked like it
had been ripped out. ”
“This is all we need, to find out what happened, the Morality Chip has all the data on
the criminal it is attached to and also sends a signal to a computer every 30 seconds to
give its location.”
“Then I guess you will need that then”
“Yes I will thanks a lot Bill, see you.”
James rushed over to his car, turned on the engine and returned to the station with
speed. When he got there he briefed the team on what had happened and on their
discovery, he inserted the chip into a reader.
“Hay mam I found out who he is”
The chief inspector walked across the busy room, each step was as clear as crystal.
She peered at the computer screen.
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26. “His name is John Randal, he was convicted of theft and sentenced to the chip, he has
no family left and all of his associates sentenced to the chip with him are dead.”
“Is that the link?”
“It is a possibility, and look at the tracking map for last night, he spent most of the
night at his home and the suddenly he come out, he is travelling at running pace and
he seems to be running in no particular direction, he gets to the park at four fifteen
where he stays there for the rest of the night.”
“But pathologist said he died at seven forty that means....”
“He was tortured for about three and a half hours before they killed him.”
Chapter 8
Curtis began to walk home; he started down discovery road when he saw his friend
Jamie on the path over the other side so he walked over to him. “Hey mate” Curtis
proclaimed, “yeh you.” Jamie replied “yeh I am ok but I have a bit of a headache.” “I
can sort that out mate, marijuana or heroine. I recently got a huge shipment through in
my lock up, so how much?” “No thanks mate, but you can’t do that it’s illegal.”
“And” Jamie said. Who’s going to tell?” “I will” Curtis murmured. “You wouldn’t,
come on mate you and we were partners in crime, we did this all the time.” “Oh
you’re joking” Jamie chuckled. “See you later mate good joke though.” Jamie said,
still laughing. As Jamie walked away, Curtis picked up the phone out of his right jean
pocket and put it to his ear; he then called the police and told them all he could
remember about his so called friend Jamie. Jamie was arrested the next day and Curtis
went to visit him. “What you were doing was against the law.” “That’s it” said Curtis.
“I hate you, you bastard” Jamie replied.
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27. Curtis stood up and walked out of the prison and headed home. His brother was
outside, off his head. He was very angry, “see her bruv she’s dead. “Well going to be.
Come with me tonight help me out.” “Ok” Curtis mumbled His brother left, then once
again as soon as his brother Jack left and went into the house he reached into his jean
pocket, and pulled out his phone and rang the police, he told him the time and the
place. His brother heard him and questioned him “why did you do that” but did not
realise that his phone was still on. “We are brother’s man, brothers stick together” the
police sirens screeched behind him. “You’re dead bruv I will kill you” Then he darted
out the back door. “Where did he go” one policeman said without time for thought, he
pointed through his house to the backdoor. His mother burst downstairs “what
happened what happened too Jack what did he do?” Curtis replied to her “I told the
police he tried to kill her.” Curtis pointed at a girl who was watching on a fence. “She
called the police on his last robbery with you.” “Why did you protect her?” “He was
in the wrong.” the mother began to cry and walked off.
Curtis had a dull look on his face, and walked briskly up the stairs without a care for
anything he had done. Later on that day his mother came upstairs and told him to pack
up his things he’s out. He said ok because he was told to by his mother that he had no
choice. He grabbed a suitcase and began to pack up all of his belongings. He picked
up a local newspaper and rented out an apartment and went from there his whole
family was against him he had only his friends and his own thoughts, which were
being controlled by the inventor. He went to the apartment, and paid for it with the
money he was paid for the microchip experiment. He stayed there for a few days until
he eventually ran out of money and before he got kicked out he left. And went to a
shelter as it is illegal to sleep on the streets. He did this which is where he met a few
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28. of his old mates. Who questioned him about why he turned in his old mate Jamie for
drugs.
“Why did you do it?” “He committed a crime and getting him arrested was the moral
thing for me to do.” “So are you going to turn on us pal or are we going to have to
sort you out. “Depends what you have done.” “That’s it mate we can’t take this
anymore Jamie told us that you didn’t even let him talk properly too you, so we wont
let you talk to us. Actions speak louder than words anyway.” “You mate are dead.”
They grabbed Curtis by the collar and brought him outside before throwing him to the
floor. They kicked him, spat on him, and punched him, until they knocked him
unconscious, which is when they got worried. The sirens of the cops police vehicle
rung loud and all of them scampered leaving Curtis lying unconscious dripping with
blood on the floor. The cops called for an ambulance and chased his previous mates.
But they were by now all long gone; the ambulance crew awoke him and sorted out a
few cuts and bruises. The police asked him who they were and Curtis gave all of there
names.
He now has no-one he can rely on no friends no family he was almost isolated from
the outside world.
Chapter 9 – The Aunt
As James approached his aunt’s house, he was filled with apprehension and
resentment from the death of his family. After the car had pulled up, he got out, and
walked up the crooked path to his new home. When his aunt had opened the door to
her nephew, she exclaimed in delight. “Darling nephew, thank you so much for
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29. coming to me! I have wanted a child for so long, and now I finally have one! Oh such
luck I have. Unfortunately this gift comes at such an unfortunate price. I loved my
sister, I truly did, when I heard about what happened at the bank I...I... I just couldn’t
believe it. How could people be so cruel? You were so lucky to survive, as I am lucky
to look after you.”
“Well I would much rather have a family than make you happy. You could still have a
baby... But I can never have a true family again.” Replied James, with a hint of anger.
“What? Don’t you love me James? I have offered you a home, rather than an
orphanage. How can you not be happy with this?”
“No, I don’t love you. Why should I? I never would have come to visit you anyway.
Don’t try and be my mother, you could never be the same. You shouldn’t even try.
Just leave me alone, and don’t bother me.”
“Stop James!” Cried his aunt, as she tried to grab him, to stop him from storming into
her house.
“Don’t touch me, Jane!” Cried James, as he pushed past his aunt.
As James rushed into his room upstairs, Jane cried after him, “You will come back
here! And you will not call me by my name; you will only call me Auntie C!”
Two days later, as James was going downstairs to make himself a snack for later that
night, he overheard his Aunt on the phone, “And you are sure that you have a place
for him? He is a very disruptive child, and his behaviour is appalling. I hope that you
can beat some sense into him.”
“I am afraid, Mrs. Crofonsh, that we do not beat the students anymore. It is a pity; our
punishments have never had the same effect, since the cane was outlawed. Anyway,
we would be happy to accept your son; we will soon set him right”
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30. “Thank you headmaster, I am so relieved to know that he will be taken off of my
hands. Goodbye, Mr. Hellman”
As Jane put down the phone, James came through the door of the kitchen, and asked
“Who was that on the phone? Are you trying to get rid of me already? I knew you
hated me, but I thought you might have some compassion!”
“Don’t worry James; it was a phone call from a very prestigious and expensive private
school. I-“
“You’re sending me to private school! Away from my home, my old friends, my
things!” Shouted James
“You can take all of your things with you. You won’t even be going yet, you won’t go
for another 6 months or so, not until the new school year. By then you will have told
all of your old school friends where you are going, and why, I am sure they will all
understand the situation, and you won’t miss the funeral, I promise. You can visit at
the end of every half term if you want.” Jane explained.
“Why would I want to visit you? The only possible reason I would want to come
home is to see my friends, and even then I will try my hardest not to stay with you, I
am sure someone else will let me stay with them.” James said, with cold malice in his
words.
“If that is your attitude, then I don’t want you back. I only tried to do what’s best for
you, why can’t you see that? Are you too blinded by your arrogance to even see the
errors of your way, and what you are doing to me by constantly throwing these insults
at me? Do you really think that you were really the only one affected by the death of
your family? Your mother was as much related to me as you, I was saddened to see
that she had died, but I took you in, out of the kindness of my heart! If you don’t want
that, then I can just send you to an orphanage, and let you go to a slummy public
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31. school, with all those working class louts.” His aunt replied, the barriers holding back
her feelings breaking as she revealed what she had been thinking for the past few
days.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry that you lost your sister, but you can’t really expect me to
accept so soon after my family’s death? I will go to this private school, but only
because I can see I don’t have any other choice. I will go and call my friends, maybe
they won’t care, after all what are they? Just people I spent some time with. I don’t
really know any of them.” With this, James walked to his room, dejected, but relieved
of his conversation with his aunt.
Chapter (insert number) - The cleaners
As the pathologists cut open the victim’s body, they started their routine checks for
cause of death.
“Cause of death seems to have been a crushed larynx. Possible weapons could be
hands, or a blunt object. Patterns of the blow indicate it was a solid object, perhaps a
metal pole or crowbar.” The head pathologist demonstrated to his eager students how
to detect different types of death.
“Delivery here for a Doctor Johnson” Called a postman through the open doors of the
pathology lab.
“Just leave it with my secretary!” Called back Doctor Johnson
As the delivery man left the package on the Doctors desk, he suppressed a smile as he
walked out of the doors. As he walked, he slowly took apart his latex mask that he
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32. had designed to protect his identity from the cameras in the corridor leading up to the
lab. Quickly sealing the possible exits, he walked into the hospital.
Back at the lab, the pathologists continued their work.
“Okay, we have completed the survey of the upper and lower body, now time to move
onto the spine and skull. Now students, if you would gather round here, you will see a
classic example of a spine that has-“
“Wait a second professor, what is that in his spine? Under the axis C2, on the Cervical
Vertebrae.” Chipped in one of the professor’s star students, a prodigy from the
University of Cambridge.
As the professor took a closer look at the spine, he found a small rectangular object.
“My my, this seems to be one of these revolutionary devices, the so called “Morality
Chip. What on earth could this be here for? Surely if he had one of these...” Mused
the professor, until a sudden outburst from one of his colleagues startled him out of
his revelry.
“Doctor that must explain why there were no marks on the hands usually present
during an attack to the neck! If the man had been chipped, he surely wouldn’t have
had the will to defend himself against the attacker. We have to get the result of this to
someone!”
“Here, take my phone” Interjected another student.
After the Doctor had taken the phone, he started talking to the police department.
“Hello, officer, we have just found a startling discovery-“
After the imposter of the delivery man had left the hospital, he turned round with a
wide grin on his face.
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33. “Goodbye boys, to bad no one will discover the chip. It will be seen as just another
terrorist bombing, on an innocent hospital in the heart of London”
And with that, he pulled out a detonator from his pocket, and pulled the trigger.
At the lab, whilst the assassin was laughing at his success, the professor was talking to
the police service.
“Hello, officer, we have just found a startling discovery, we were carrying out a
normal post mortem on the corpse of a man found dead earlier today, and we found
something very unusual. You see-“Then, the officer on the other side of the line heard
an almighty explosion, and was then suddenly disconnected.
As the explosion ripped through the hospital, creating cracks along a major part of the
hospitals structure, collapsing ward after ward, the assassin just calmly walked away
smiling, happy with the fact that he had just caused death to many people. Who would
care about a few pathologists when there is a whole hospital full of the sick collapsing
around them? The man was even happier that there was no evidence to connect him
with the crime. No one could have found about the chip in the man, and no one ever
will, since it was destroyed in the blast.
Several days later, an expert journalist, and a very rich one at that, as over 40 years of
finding stories where no one else could have had made him a incredibly wealthy. As
he was in his huge mansion, complete with several chandeliers in each room, he had
just made a discovery. After he had slowly poured over record after record of
bombings, incidents and accidents, his mind suddenly made the connection. He
picked up his nearby phone, and quickly called his editor.
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34. Whilst all this was happening, the same man from the bombing of the hospital slowly
made his way up to the roof of a nearby building of this journalist’s mansion.
The journalist’s discovery was that each accident had a connection. After most of
them, a man had been reported walking out just in time before the incident. After
doing an extensive search, and a few hundred thousand pounds spent later, he had
discovered that he was part of a group called “The Cleaners” A division of the
government set up to make sure that no one finds out about their failed experiments.
He rung his editor, and started to break the news. “John, I have a story that will put us
to the very top of all papers. There is this group you see, called the-“ Just before he
could finish the sentence, he heard a fight breaking out, and then, a chilling gunshot,
and the phone went dead.
“John, John! Are you there? Hello? Are you there? What just happened?”
“He is dead. And shortly, you shall be soon” Replied a dark and malicious voice,
which promptly hung up.
After the assassin on the other side of the building got the call, he took aim with his
trusty sniper rifle, and took one very accurate shot. Not at the journalist, but at the
chandelier hanging right above his heard. The last thing the journalist saw was a
descending pile of metal and glass. The assassin walked off with the sound of a
satisfying scream behind him.
The Encounter
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35. Geoffrey had just got out of the office block where his company was located. He
was still buzzing from the successful meeting that had just taken place and couldn’t
wait to get home to celebrate. He was deliberating as to whether to open the 1956
bottle of champagne he had received as a present or the bottle of wine that dated from
1890, and had cost him in excess of £90 000. On the spur of the moment he decided
to walk home, a late night stroll if you will; he needed to clear his head. He decided
to stroll through the town to soak up the early evening atmosphere before going down
Hare Road, from there he decided to take a familiar short cut through an estate taking
him to Butts hill, turn right and then he’d be home. He made a mental note to ask
George; his butler; to go and collect his car from the work car park, he wouldn’t want
his Bentley to get vandalised, would he? His reverie was interrupted with the sound
of male voices and after a few more paces he was able to detect where the voices were
coming from. The voices were deep and had a gravelly edge to them and as he
listened he was aware that they weren’t speaking the Queen’s English it was a slang
version spoken with a distinct drawl. He responded with a shiver he detested this mis-
use of the English language, he believed that in the main people who spoke in this
fashion were uneducated and demotivated.
As he turned the corner he encountered a group of five or six males, who were
dressed in loose fitting clothing; most were wearing grey jogging bottoms with some
kind of hoodie. Their attire looked more like a pair of pyjama bottoms, than an item
of outwear. The hoodies looked shapeless and untidy, he found this distasteful too.
On approaching the men the smell of smoke engulfed his senses and he also detected
a whiff of cheap aftershave. He now had a clear view of the men’s faces, he felt a
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36. surge of rage rising within him, two of the men were white in their early twenties; but
that wasn’t causing this negative emotion, the remaining men were black. One of the
black men was exceptionally tall and had that irritating Americanised twang to his
voice; why couldn’t they speak properly? He knew what he was going to do. How
dare they ruin his victory day, how dare they. What did they contribute to society?
What difference did they make? They didn’t deserve to exist, let alone stand on the
same pavement as him. As he prepared himself he tuned into their conversation, their
talk was meaningless gibberish.
He waited out of sight of the group, his patience paid off when the group disbanded
after a short while. He had by now donned a balaclava and was holding a razor blade.
He elected to tail one of the black men, ten minutes passed before they arrived at the
man’s address, which was a flat; conveniently situated on the ground floor. He seized
the moment, took three strides towards his prey and spoke in a menacingly soft
voice.” Don’t move”. The man froze; he inhaled audibly and prepared to speak. “No,
no, no, don’t talk, listen”, Geoffrey spat. “Is there anyone in the flat”? The man
hesitated then shook his head. “Good”, said Geoffrey calmly. “Now open up the flat,
and I’ll come in for a little chat.” The man obeyed and inserted his key into the lock.
On entering the flat, Geoffrey suddenly lost his cool. He pushed the man to the floor
in disgust and drew the razor blade, slamming the door closed with his right foot. He
then proceeded to jump on the man, they struggled, Geoffrey gained supremacy
sitting astride the man after a couple of moments of scuffling on the ground, he
grasped the mans head between his knees, he raised his right hand and brought it
down across the man’s mouth and on the backswing he inflicted the same damage on
the other side of the victims face. Then he lifted the man from the ground and
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37. rammed him into the wall, the man’s head made contact with the wall, it snapped
back and lolled alarmingly to the side. The man dazed and confused looked Geoffrey
straight in the eye, almost apologetically. Geoffrey showed no mercy, using the wall
for support Geoffrey punched the man repeatedly in the face, causing blood to spurt
from his nasal passages. He was relentless, and then when he was spent he threw the
man onto his sofa.
Panting, Geoffrey searched his clothes for his mobile, success; he fiddled looking for
the video settings. The victim managed to summon up enough energy to rasp, “Man,
I’m sorry if I offended you or whatever, but you don’t have to do this”, he paused for
breath, then continued” I didn’t mean anything, I’ll make it up to you, I’ll…………..”
“No, you won’t do anything after this”, Geoffrey said menacingly.
“No, no more, please Man, I…………”
“Shut up”, Geoffrey shouted. “Let me create my film”. The black man looked at his
attacker with a mixture of confusion and horror. “Action”. Geoffrey set to work, sawing
off the tip of the man’s nose. Then he scraped the blade up and down his victims cheeks,
next he cut two slits above the man’s eyebrows at a 45` angle; pointing inwards giving
the appearance of a permanent frown. Finally, he body punched his prey leaving him in a
crumpled heap. As he left the flat he spoke just one word, “CUT”.
My Girlfriend Chapter
My Girlfriend Chapter
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38. Polly was a criminal from birth; she had grown up with three brothers and an abusive
father. Her mother died when she was three and she had been troubled ever since.
Her dad was sent down for life when he was caught dealing class A drugs. She
managed to hide one of the bags and kept it with her to remember him.
That was how she got into drugs, as her brothers went off on voyages to far away
countries she stayed in the same counsel estate. She stole from her neighbours, and
slept with random men she had never met, just to earn enough to pay rent, buy drugs
and food.
It was one of these particular, random strangers that turned out to be Curtis. He was
just like every punter; he came up to her, asked her the awkward “Are you a whore?”
She said yes and they walked off to her apartment.
It’s when they got there that he became different from other punters, she expected him
to go with her to the bedroom but instead he went to living room. She followed him
and found him in the chair waiting for her. He wanted to talk, he asked lots of
questions and Polly did in turn. Once he seemed happy he paid the money and they
got down to business.
These greetings happened for a month where he would bring money they would chat
for about an hour he would pay and they would sleep together. This then stopped
when Polly didn’t take his money and slept with him for free, they had a relationship.
Curtis, like Polly, had grown up badly and was also a criminal, when he found out
about Polly’s income problems he instantly went off and performed burglaries to get
some money for her. It was one of these particular burglaries when Curtis was caught.
He was sentenced to the chip. Polly felt so guilty and tried to make up for it by
inviting him to live with her.
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39. Curtis staying with her was the worst decision Polly could have made. Curtis didn’t
sleep with her anymore; he said it was wrong before marriage. He would flush her
drugs down the toilet whenever he came across them. He would ring the police every
time Polly brought a punter round. He was impossible to live with butt she could not
send him away because he was the love of her life and it had been her who had done
this to him.
One night she decided to go out to get away from him for a while, she decided to go
out and have a nice dinner by herself. She looked in her purse and realised she had no
money. She decided to find a punter. All it would take was half an hour and she
would have a purse stuffed with cash. When she found a bloke she took him to an
alley. After she was finished she headed for a posh restaurant she new.
Polly finally got home. She was the happiest she had been for a while but she felt
dirty. She headed for the shower, got undressed and began cleaning herself. Some part
of her soul was suddenly ripped out, there was something terribly wrong, where was
Curtis?
She ran out the shower and called to him “Curtis, Curtis!” She looked at the windows
and saw them smashed. She peered out, but saw nothing. She ran out the house calling
his name, oblivious to the wolf whistles and howling made by the kids below.
She ran back inside to call the police, when she noticed a piece of paper, with a
symbol. It had a capital C in the background and a broom across it. She turned it
around to find a message stamped on the back. It read:
The following occupant has been taken by the government:
Curtis Cringle
They are not going to be freed and will remain with us until their death. Do not
call the police or any other services to try and get the person above back, if you
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40. do you will be committing a crime and you will have to deal with the
consequences. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Polly fell back in deep shock; she had never thought she would have to deal with one
of these letters. Everyone had heard the stories of people being taken away by the
government but no one thought it was true, it was like bringing prisons back except
worse because when there were prisons you could see the criminal but this meant she
would never see her love.
My Hope Chapter
Polly decided she was going to get Curtis back, she re-read the letter over and over
again. “Imprisoned” she muttered to herself, there aren’t many prisons left.
She pulled out her old rucksack that she used to use when she went on camps with her
brothers; they went on camps to their mother’s grave and slept next to her grave to
keep her company. She still remembered the inscription:
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41. Here lies Sophie Drianne, mother of four
1957-1993
Fought hard for a daughter, and died before she got to know her
Our mum will be greatly missed
Everyone always remembered Polly’s mother as a mum, everyone knew the story of
the effort she put in to bringing up her children right, everyone knew she was a kind
mother and loved her three boys more than everything, but it was also common
knowledge that she had wanted a daughter.
When she finally got a daughter everyone thought she would be happy and maybe
leave the violent drunk she called her husband, but alas she loved him, ignoring
anyone who tried to open her eyes to his many flaws. So people gave up and left them
to their lives when in 1993 there was a fire in their apartment which killed her mother
as she rescued her four children.
It was very ironic that the thing that killed her was the one thing she cared about, her
daughter. If she had not had a fourth child she would of got out instead of getting
trapped just as she passed Polly to her husband.
Polly’s life had got a lot worse since then; her father was imprisoned when she was
six. She was looked after by her three brothers until one by one they moved away to
other countries. Because of her dad she had got into drugs and when her brothers
moved away she started taking drugs more frequently and her life got worse.
She opened her rucksack to find her drugs and gloves. She put on the gloves and took
the drugs next door. She broke in, stole as much food and jewellery as she could and
put it in her rucksack she then planted the drugs in her neighbours bedroom. She
walked out of the house down the road until she was a mile away; she then tipped off
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42. the police and imagined her old neighbours shocked faces as they were woken by
police.
She was going to head for her mother’s grave to pay her last respects before searching
for Curtis. She had never been well educated and so her geography was terrible but
that didn’t matter, she would walk from London to Manchester, the birth place of her
mother and the place of her burial. Another thing that was there was one of England’s
last prisons left as more of a monument than anything else, that’s where she would go
after her mother’s grave.
She would prostitute herself, steal and sell what she stole to get there no mater what it
took. She was a criminal by nature and it was the only thing she was good at, if her
mother had survived to bring her up things would be different but that was not what
fate had intended so she had to live like fate wanted.
As she came out of the London area she felt a great disgust in herself but at the same
time she didn’t mind she, was starting to feel guilty which was a sign of goodness,
maybe Curtis was all she needed to fix her life, this inspired her onwards.
As the sun began to set she came across a pub. She asked the pub owner to let her stay
the night for free and he refused. She noticed on his hand he had no ring and assumed
he was single. She offered him her body, the only tool she had and it worked. He
agreed to give her a place to sleep and even breakfast if he could sleep with her in the
evening and the morning.
Two hours later they were both in a soft bed lying on their backs completely
exhausted. Polly went for a shower like always because she always felt dirty
afterwards; she then went to her room and slept. She woke up, went into his room to
see and eager man already undressed. They did the deed and once again they were
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43. exhausted, she had another shower and then ate her breakfast, she left as soon as she
was finished.
This new life of hers was turning into quite a fun and interesting one. She would most
likely meet lots of men but not the one she wanted, that would have to wait.
The politician
As the head of the cleaners walked into the room, a sudden quietness rippled through
the room. The head, referred to only as Johnson, sat down at his usual place at the
head of the table. He begun to speak
“Ladies and Gentlemen, members of the board. Today we have had a huge success.
Our best man has neutralised the problem of the pathologists and the journalist. As far
as we know, that is all who know of us.”
“Actually, sir” said one of the newest members of the board, a young man by the
name of Simon Sanjay, a quiet and reserved man, but incredibly intelligent and
successful, a business genius. He was head of intelligence within the group. “There is
one more to find. A police officer by the name of Detective Inspector Gordon.”
As he said this, he passed Mr. Johnson a photograph of the detective.
“He was one of the men who found the corpse of one of the chipped hanging in a tree.
He recognized the chip. Thankfully he has not filled his report. There is still time.”
“One of the men?” replied Johnson, with a quizzical look on his face.
“Well sir, there were two others, but they are only children. Surely there is no need
to-“
Sanjay was suddenly cut off, as Johnson interrupted him.
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44. “You know the drill. Anyone recognizes us, they die. These children may remember
something, and maybe told their parents. Deaths are not necessary; we just need to
provide them with something more... important. Set up a hit-and-run accident for the
children. Not fatal, but serious. The driver must not be caught.”
“Yes sir, right away” replied Sanjay. He got up to leave the room and give the
assignment to the Assassin.
“Back onto other matters, there is a politician coming to see what we get up to.
Everyone, you must not mention what we do. Our official front is Research and
Development of Agricultural Tools. I have briefings for all of your positions here, so
read up on them. This man is of utmost important, he has been named the greatest
choice for the next Prime Minister, so we should market ourselves to him, in order
that we survive the regime change when it comes around. This man is firmly against
the chip, so make sure you are too. His name is Luis Edison, and is currently Home
Secretary. He already holds a place of power within the government, so if we don’t
please him he can shut us down. A word of advice- he is the very personification of
goodness. He is a model citizen, one of the inspirations for the chip. He hates the
death penalty, he is religious, recycles, and regularly donates to the poor. If you want
to keep the job, I advise you to mimic him.
As Luis entered the room, everyone stood up together. He had power and he knew it,
however he would never abuse it. He was far too good for that. If he had wanted
power, he could have got it by accepting the PM’s position.
“Hello chairman, ladies and gentlemen of the board. Please, sit down.”
At his word, the people sat.
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45. “Now, I am here to conduct our annual investigation. Chairman, will you please
explain the point of this department?”
“Yes sir. Firstly we design new tools for farmers all over the world. Our designs have
caused huge increases in farmers yields, and fertilises the grounds. Secondly we-“
The chairman’s speech was interrupted by Luis’s phone going off.
“Sorry, I will get that.”
After he had finished talking on the phone, he apologised to the chairman.
“Sorry, but we must conduct this later, I have to go. A police detective has just been
assassinated, and I have to make a statement.”
The mangled body
“Estimated time of death, 9:00 hours. Cause of death is still unknown, as any one of
these injuries could have killed him, the most fatal of these injuries appear to be
around the face and chest areas. There is an extensive gash located on his upper back
that stretches across his right shoulder and finishes at the top left of his thigh, the cut
imprecise, zigzagging, I would suggest that the attacker undertook his work in
somewhat of a rush. On closer inspection I found that a small chunk of skin had been
gouged out at the top of his spinal column, wait I can see something in there!”
exclaimed the forensics guy.
“What is it?” queried the Chief Inspector.
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46. “Its some kind of microchip, it’s deeply embedded indicating that it has been
positioned for quite some time, it’s even made an impression in the victim’s muscle
tissue”
“Have we got an I.D. for him yet?” enquired the inspector.
“No, nothing, no paper work was found with the body, no jewellery and no immediate
distinguishing features, we’ll have to try dental records, his face is too badly
disfigured to prepare a facial reconstruction”.
“Well I need answers as soon as possible”, snapped the Chief Inspector.
George, the forensics guy knew the Chief well enough and realised that his gruff
response was to cover the horror that he felt at the mutilation of this young man’s
body. He shared these feelings of revulsion but knew that to perform his job to the
best of his ability he must put his emotions aside. Whilst mulling these thoughts
through his head he had an idea.
“Chief can you get me a blood splatter analyst here, I need some fresh leads”.
“I’ll get Jon, good thinking”.
“First impressions are that he was thrown against that tree there hitting the back of his
head, with some force I would say looking at the severity of the wounds, and the
amount of blood deposited on the tree trunk. I would imagine that he is unconscious
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47. by this time, and this would appear to be the time that his attacker chose to get
creative on his back, that’s what these lines of blood on the grass are, they’ve been
flicked by the action of the knife”. Jon paused catching his breath and collecting his
thoughts.
“Then, they smashed his head with a blunt instrument, possibly a baseball bat or even
a crowbar, leaving these small pools of blood around the victims face. Then if we
look in more detail at the victims back we see a distinctive pattern, a zig zag, I would
guess this that this was made by a cleaver, even a small sword or a dagger. His piece
de resistance was the intricate cut at the top of the spine, this was precision work and I
would guess his weapon of choice was a stiletto. He must have been desperate to
remove that chip”.
Chapter 18 – The Prison
As the nondescript grey van pulled up outside of the harsh, cold government facility,
another of the same van pulled up at the same time next to them. Out of the first came
Curtis, bound, gagged and sedated. Four immaculately and identically dressed men
walked out and grabbed the two unconscious people from the back of the vans.
Whilst he was being dragged into the building, out came Dr. C from the other vehicle.
He too was bound and gagged, and as both were slowly being pulled into the ominous
building, out walked the Assassin.
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48. He slowly strolled towards the drivers of the vehicles, and questioned them on what
they knew.
“Did you come alone as asked, and no one saw you with the package?”
“No sir, we did not. Have you any other questions for us, or could we have our
payment yet?” Replied the older of the two drivers, a bitter man, recruited for his
ability to get the job done, after he lost his family in a fire several years ago.
“Very well. Know, if you want a higher payment than originally promised, please tell
me, do you recognise either of the two men?”
“No sir. We –“ The older of the drivers was quickly cut off by the younger, and more
foolhardy driver.
“What are you talking about? You were telling me about how he was the man how
invented this morality chip, and if we are going to get money for it, why not tell
him?”
“I shall tell you why.” Replied the Assassin, and continued “You see, my job is to
make sure this is secure. Now, can I trust you both to keep this quiet?”
“Yes sir, of course” Said the two drivers in unison.
“Thank you. Know, take the money and leave.” He handed two heavy iron briefcases,
and watched the two men enter their trucks and depart. As the two entered back into
their vehicles, the Assassin pulled out a small detonator from his pocket, and once he
had seen that they were a safe distance away, pressed the trigger. The front left wheel,
and drivers compartment were suddenly engulfed with a roaring flame, followed by a
explosion as the heat reached the engine. As the truck had lost control, it started to
swerve, first one way, then the other, and then finally careered straight into the other
driver’s compartment of the other trunk. With a slight smile he watched as the second
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49. truck burst into flame, which then promptly exploded. He looked up, and saw the
flaming corpse of the older driver land a few feet away from where he was standing.
As he turned, he signalled to two more men to retrieve their money.
Inside the government facility, Curtis and Doctor C. Were awoken with a wave of icy
water thrown by their guard. In their confused stupor, they staggered around the cell
before finally reclaiming their senses.
“Why are we here? What did we do? What did you do? For that matter, what did I
do!” Curtis spurted out, no control over what he was asking.
“I am here because of the morality chip, a great invention that was, amazing, I single
handily gave the government their biggest weapon. Worst mistake I have ever made.
Anyway, you are here because you have a glitch in your chip, a fault in the system.
You see, the chip is virtually perfect in every single way except for yours; you were
the first, and therefore the prime subject for testing it. You probably did not know it,
but I also have a chip, but it is a little different to yours, because it is recording
everything I see and do. All of the chips are connected via a Wi-Fi connection, which
means that if the glitch in yours was exploited, then every other chip would be
destroyed. You are the fail-safe, if we get out of here, which we won’t, or if we even
get access to a computer with a connection, we can stop them. Just one little
password, a few clicks, and the chips control is over.”Replied Doctor C. After
listening to all of Curtis’s questions.
“So us two are unique? We can stop them? We can set everything right?” Further
pestered Curtis
“Do you really think it will be so simple as two merely getting to a computer? Where
will we find a computer, we are going to be locked in this cell with no hope of escape,
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50. and they will through away the key, if you will pardon the clichéd expression.”
Laughed Doctor C. Bitterly.
Just then, there was a loud explosion followed by alarm bells. Gunfire burst out,
followed by some men’s screams. At the door, appeared a hot spot, like someone was
cutting their way through. As it was traced around the door, Curtis looked at Doctor
C. , who also had a look of amazement at this unusual event. The person had cut
through the door, and with a loud crash, in walked an ominous figure dressed in black
body armour, holding a British STEN sub machine gun.
My Break into Prison Chapter
Summer walked up to the front of the graveyard, head down so as not to show the
bags under her eyes. She hadn’t got any really good sleep, she couldn’t she had to
move, every minute she spent put Curtis in more danger. She didn’t know what the
government was going to do but she didn’t like it. He could even be dead now and she
wouldn’t know but for some reason she felt like being in Manchester was a good
thing, like she was meant to be here.
As she entered through the steel gates the door of the church opened and boys no
older than 14 or 15 came out in long white robes and the one at the front was hold a
huge metal cross. Summer dived into the closest bush. She hoped none of them saw
her, she doubted it but she could be next on the government’s long hit list. Luckily
they just carried on walking oblivious to her.
Summer waited till they had entered another door further along the building and then
climbed out and walked into the once familiar graveyard. The size of it had nearly
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51. tripled since her last visit; it looks like the church had bought land from the farmer
that used to have a field next the church. It took her an hour to find the grave but
when she did happiness flooded through her. She walked over to it and read the
inscription. She then cleaned it up a bit, removing the weeds that had grown around it.
As Summer left she felt guilty that she didn’t leave anything for her mother, so she
went back and picked up a nearby collection of flowers that had been laid on another
grave and place them on her mother’s grave then left. Suddenly she was filled with
the feeling of determination. Sorrow had been replaced by anger and tears had been
replaced with adrenaline. She didn’t know if Curtis was in Manchester or even if he
was alive but if he was she would find him. Her mothered died so the she could have
a happy life and if Curtis was key to her happiness then she would get him.
Summer walked over to a kiosk and took one of the maps of Manchester. She looked
at the page, there are only 3 prisons in England and one of them was here. “There”
she pointed to a picture of a man behind bars with the text underneath saying: One of
the world’s last prisons kept as a landmark to shun away crime. “I would like to see
them try” she muttered to herself “Nothing is going to keep me away”. She started to
walk towards a motel. A few more nights and she would have him.
Summer woke up, the tenth night in a foreign bed with a man she didn’t even know
the name of. She picked up her clothes, showered and then left taking the money she
found in his wallet. She went to a coffee shop round the corner and bought a coffee
she then scouted out the prison. It took her an hour to walk to the prison; she didn’t
want to take a taxi in case she needed the money later.
When she got there she was surprised to see the gates were open, and there were no
guards anywhere. She walked in the gates and sore one of the most disappointing
words she had ever seen, MUSEUM. It was a museum, it couldn’t be, and she fell to
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52. the floor and started to cry. She had been so sure that she hadn’t prepared herself for
disappointment. She got up and walked into a quiet little park so as to cry without
making a scene. It was when she had wiped her eyes at looked back at the prison that
she noticed another block that did not look open to the public.
It was a long shot and very unlikely but maybe the best place to imprison people was
to imprison them in what people assume to be a closed prison with tourists moving in
and out all the time. No one would think that people would be imprisoned in a
museum. She moved towards the back door that led to another block. She tried to
open it but couldn’t. Then she realised there was a swipe card reader next to the door.
Why would you have a swipe card reader on a disused prison? Surely they would of
been taken away a used for something else. They were not cheap to make.
She sat in a bush and waited for someone to come. She waited, an hour, then two,
then three soon she began to lose track of time. Suddenly she woke up to find there
was no light, it was night-time. She cursed herself for being so stupid and got up out
of the bush. Without the sound of footsteps a man appeared next to her. He had not
seen her, seemingly too busy trying to open the door. Summer walked behind him as
silently as a thief. He finally realised he was swiping it backwards and turned the card
around and swiped again. The door opened and he walked in. He was in there for
about 3 seconds before... Thump, Summer hit him on the head with a slab of broken
concrete and dragged him inside
She then carried on down a dark, dingy corridor which looked ancient and in
disrepair. She had taken the man’s torch, swipe card and radio so as to be prepared for
anything. Summer came to a door and opened it slowly, it was a different world in
there, everything looked shiny and new with polished floors and lights flooding the
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53. whole area with bright white light. It reminded Summer of a room for a mental person
except clean.
A Shout bounced down the corridor, the sound bounced off the walls making it
impossible to tell which direction it came from. Summer picked left and headed down
the corridor. She hoped she came across nobody because it would be very difficult to
hide. She would have to fight. She turned around a corner and saw what looked like a
guard slowly walking ahead of her. She slowly walked backwards but it was too late.
The guard turned around to see a young girl, in dirty, ragged clothing standing in the
middle of a corridor of a prison she should not be in. Summer saw a man with a gun.
She ran, there was not much else she could do, she couldn’t fight back he had a gun!
Suddenly she heard the sound of a whistle behind her. She didn’t stop. She rounded
another corner and came to a long corridor with prison cells either side, with people in
them! The guard was just behind her and now she saw one running towards her. The
foe in front brought up his weapon and took aim. Summer dropped to the floor and
the bullets flew over her and into the unsuspecting guard behind her.
The man fell to the floor shouting and screaming. Summer reacted quickly and took
advantage of the other guard’s shock at hitting an ally. She ignored the cheers and
laughter from the criminals in the cells and picked up the groaning man’s weapon.
She had never held a gun before let alone kill someone but she knew if she didn’t the
guard in front would. Her enemy recovered from the shock and raised his weapon.
Summer pulled the trigger and closed her eyes. She didn’t stop shooting the weapon
was on automatic and the recoil was sending the gun everywhere but she held on and
kept her finger on the trigger.
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54. The weapon stopped, obviously out of ammo. She opened her eyes and dropped the
weapon in shock. Straight ahead lay the body of her target, more than ten holes in his
chest. The whole corridor looked like a war field. Bodies on the floor smashed up tiles
and cracks in the roof and walls where the bullets had been knocked by the recoil. All
the criminals had gone quiet, they seemed to be shocked as much as she was.
Summer ran on. Ignoring all the pleas from the criminals. She picked up the other
gun, with ammo and ran on. It was about twenty cells down when she found him, she
had found Curtis.
The Breakout
As the figure in body armour stepped into the cell, Curtis looked around for a weapon,
a defence, anything to stop his fate, while Doctor C. Merely bowed his head down,
meekly accepting his fate. Slowly the armour creaked towards them, and they knew
their time was up. Curtis stopped seeking a weapon, and tried to crawl away. The
figure slowly took hold of their helmet, and removed it, showing Curtis and the
Creator their unknown assailant. The Creator merely looked in surprise, while
Curtis’s jaw hung open in shock. Quickly recovering, Curtis began talking to their
rescuer.
“Polly!” was all that Curtis could say.
“Yes, Curtis. When I found out that you were being held captive, I looked around to
see where the nearest prison was. This place has a reputation for being active. If you
weren’t here, I would have gone somewhere else until I found you.” Polly explained
to him.
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55. “Polly, I missed you, but we cannot leave, it is illegal, I won’t let you! I-“
Before Curtis could finish speaking, the Creator had hit him over the head with the
tray used to hold their food, knocking him out.
“He needed that. We can’t get him out any other way. I will carry him.” The Creator
told her.
As they left, a guard came running up to them, baton in hand. Polly turned, and shot
him straight to his heart. Running through the cold, gray building, they did not notice
the shadowy figure following them from a distance. Once outside, Polly ran into the
truck that she had stolen solely for the purpose of escaping. After Polly had entered
the truck, and the Creator had put Curtis in the back of the truck, he went up and told
Polly what happened in the cell, and told her the password and the site to stop the
chip. As he went to the back of the truck, the Assassin who had been following them
pulled a handgun, and shot the Creator in the leg. As he went down in a pool of blood,
Polly quickly slammed on the accelerator and she and Curtis roared away. In an
attempt to stop them, the Assassin fired at the wheels of the truck, but it was to no
avail. They were out of range.
“Oh well.” Mused the Assassin to himself. “I still have the man we need.”
The Creator awoke in a dazed state, he could not move, nor could he see or hear. As
he slowly opened his eyes, he could see men standing around him, dressed in white,
with white masks.
“Ah, he is awakening.” One of the strange men said
“And you are sure he asked us to do the operation pre-mortem?” A second asked.
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