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  1. Westarcher

    Chapter 3

    “Widespread blackouts have caused panic across the globe, though authorities are none the wiser to what is causing the electrical outages,” the newsreader told the public, “Also, famous astronomer Gerard Black was killed in a tragic car accident on Thursday, and in other news, Emergency COBRA meetings have been held in Number 10, however, no official word on why the meetings have been held. In related news, the US Ambassador to the UK was seen leaving Number 10, Downing Street” UKFM Radio station blared in the background as I shot another alien on my Gamebox. I was barely listening as I concentrated on the oncoming aliens and trying to avoid Kobe, who was stalking me somewhere nearby. “Has your Dad spoken to you about the incident yet?” a voice spoke into my ear. The headset allowed me to hear the voice of Kobe crystal clear. “It’s been a week now and he hasn’t said a word about the incident or Uncle Charlie,” I told him. “Well, some people are saying it was a zombie,” “I’m not so sure now,” I replied. “You were sure last Sunday,” Kobe returned, he was adding to all the conspiracy theories I had heard flying around school. I was now the hero of our school, apparently, as everyone had heard about it. I shot another alien as Matty disturbed me, kicking my foot. “Stop wriggling your legs, Lexi, it’s annoying,” he whined, using one of my most hated nicknames. I was lying on my belly, in front of our large TV in the living room, while Matty was sat on the sofa reading. Sometimes Matty is great, like he was at the camp, then others he acts like a little baby. He always gets his own way with our parents. Take now, for example, in a moment he’ll call mum or dad and I’ll have to go elsewhere. “If I’m annoying you that much, go read in your room,” I looked back at the ten-year-old and glared at him. He looked at me over a dog-eared copy of Harry Potter and stuck his tongue out. “That’s so mature,” I grunted at him. “You’re fifteen and you act like an eight-year-old,” came the reply and I heard laughing through the ear piece. “He’s got a point,” Kobe told me. “Kobe shut up! The day I act immature, is the day I lose my marbles,” I returned fiercely. “Well you’ve lost your balls, so why not your marbles?” an adolescent voice broke me from the conversation I was having with Kobe. I stared at the boy, with his wide blue eyes and innocent look; all the girls loved him and thought he was the perfect little angel. “Since when do you know about my balls, Bucky?” I retorted referring the little buck tooth, his right front tooth was slightly above the other, “At least mine have dropped lil’ bro,” “Grow up,” he murmured his inadequate comeback. “Alex, can I have a word please?” I heard a voice from the study and knew now was the time. “I’ll be back shortly,” I told Kobe and paused the game; I then left Matty alone and squared my shoulders’ to face my father in the study. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared of him, but Dad can be overpowering sometimes. He looked at the door as I entered and I got the picture, so pushed the door closed. “I want you to give me a report on everything that happened last Saturday evening,” he ordered. I stood to attention, like a good soldier, and told him everything that had happened, but left out my theories and suspicions. “Once Uncle Charlie had finished with the police officer, I was released,” I finished the report after ten minutes with a few guiding questions from my dad. He looked at me pensively. “Do you think he was rabid?” he asked, confusing me. He did not usually ask questions like this. “I could not tell you, Sir but, at least, the martial arts lessons paid off,” I said, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He fixed me with The Look and I wilted under the stare. “Now, what did you make of Uncle Charlie?” He asked, as a sound disturbed us. It sounded like ringing. “Dad, the phone is ringing,” Matty shouted at us from the front room. “Answer it, then,” dad shouted back. “It’s the landline,” was the reply, but Dad was immediately on his feet so I followed him into the front room. The phone was like an antique, something he liked to keep but was rarely used and had never rung before. I ignored it and put the headset on. “You know you’re supposed to protect me from the brat,” I told Kobe as dad answered the phone. “Hello,” he growled into the mic. “Bros before hoes,” was the return. “Whatever,” I mumbled, getting ready to sit back down again but the look on my dad’s face stopped me. He went from bright red to ashen grey in seconds. “How long have we got?” He asked the person on the other end of the phone. I looked at Matty, who gave me a questioning look, “Is it confirmed?” “What’s going on?” Mum entered the room, looked between Matty and me expecting trouble, and then looked at her husband. I watched as some kind of realisation dawned on her face before she too looked worried. “Are you absolutely positive?” He asked a final time; he sighed at the answer before putting the phone down. He stood for the moment, with one hand on the phone and his eyes closed. I knew the position well, it usually meant he was thinking and planning. Then, his eyes snapped open and he focussed on Mum, “Annie, I need you to go get the emergency bags. Mathew, I want you to grab a couple of rucksacks and pack some entertainment for a long journey. Alexander, I need you to say goodbye to Kobe and stay here,” “Why? What’s going on?” I demanded, knowing I was acting like a child as I stared down at him. Matty was beginning to look frightened, as Dad never used our full names unless we were in trouble. But this time, he used them with a sense of urgency. “Just do it,” he snapped back causing Matty to jump and immediately scurry from the room. Mum had already left so I turned to the TV and switched off the Gamebox. “Kobe, I’m out! I’ve got family shit to deal with,” I told him and glared at my Dad, daring him to say something. “No problems, I’ll see you Monday,” he returned as my dad paced over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a key from around his neck. Unlocking the cabinet, he routed around until he found a Manila envelope. He ripped the top off and pulled out what appeared to be a plain white credit card in a lanyard. Then, I noticed it appeared to be similar to a hotel key with a black strip down one side and a series of numbers in the corner of the other side. He put the lanyard over my head and took out four more cards, without lanyards, and placed them in my hand. “These are very important; the key in the lanyard is the master card. It will activate the systems and get you into any room. I want you to keep it on you at all times even when sleeping. The other four have limited access to the Control Room except the last one, marked 0005, which has access to all the security rooms and the armouries,” he explained but I stared at him unable to decipher anything he was saying. It was almost like he was speaking another language, Tobi was like that too sometimes. “What’s going on?” I finally found my voice, enough to ask him. “Never mind that,” he snapped back angrily, “Emergency lighting will come on as soon as you enter but to get the power properly going you will have to go down to level one and turn the generator on. For everything else, there is information in the safe in the COs room. The code is 0813,” “Dad…” I started to say, but he would not let me finish. He just kept making me repeat the numbers until they were firmly fixed in my head. By this time, Mum had returned with two camouflage green holdalls, and then surprised me by handing over a military issue SA80 Assault Rifle. Common in the British Army, not so common in a civilian household that was nowhere near a military base. Dad took the weapon from her, checked it over, took the magazine out and put it back in properly, all with military precision. I knew he had worked for the military once, however, I thought he was a civilian contractor. Matty returned with our school backpacks, one on each shoulder, and both looked stuffed to the brim. “Everything is ready,” Mum said then came over to me, kissing me on the cheek with eyes glistening with tears. She was muttering about loving me and that she was going to miss me, and then it was Matty’s turn for the same treatment. Whatever was happening, my parents were beginning to worry me. “Can we grab Kobe and Mac? Wherever we are going,” I asked but received no answer from them who were still hugging Matty tightly. “Where are we going?” a confused Matty asked, almost on the verge of tears himself. However, like my question, his was also ignored. A vehicle horn startled us all, causing Dad’s head to come up. Everyone looked at the front door when the horn sounded again. Dad grabbed one of the holdalls and indicated the other as he began to usher everyone towards the door. I quickly grabbed the bag and took one of the backpacks from Matty’s shoulder. Dad readied the rifle, switching the safety off as he opened the door cautiously and looked out. I looked over the shoulder and saw a dark blue minibus at the end of the driveway. On the side ‘Glynick Primary School’ had been painted and I wondered, for the hundredth time: “what the hell is going on?” “Is everyone ready? Good,” Dad didn’t even give us a chance to answer before he shoved us outside, striding purposefully towards the bus. The doors of the bus opened with a squeal and a broad shouldered black man stepped out wearing combat fatigues. Sergeant Kelly was one of my dad’s oldest and closest friends. The Sergeant opened the rear so both Matty and I shoved our holdalls and backpacks on top of several other military holdalls and backpacks including a vintage Paw Patrol backpack. Looking up, I saw faces peering over the back seat and pressed against the window. “We don’t have time to pick up everyone, these are the established twenty,” Kelly told my dad. “It’s confirmed then?” “Latest telemetry and secondary confirmation has the object at sixty minutes away,” “Does this coincide with the infection?” Dad looked concerned. “Brass seems to think so,” Kelly responded. “We have enough time to get there,” Dad stated, as Mum wept nearby. Then, he seemed to notice that Matty and I were lingering. He snarled, “Alexander, Mathew, why are you just standing there? Get on the bloody bus,” “It’s OK,” I murmured to Matty, who appeared absolutely terrified and I led him to the front of the bus. We climbed the stairs and as I stood at the head of the vehicle I was surprised to see it occupied with children and young adults although I think I may have been the oldest. The youngest appeared to be no older than six or seven; then I realised I recognised everyone. They were all from the Junior Ambassador Program, though the younger ones, who sat in the middle of the bus, had been more like students for the older CITs to teach. At the back, were pre-teens then a group of teenagers. I did a quick head count and counted twenty, including myself, like Kelly had suggested. Matty had already taken a seat behind the driver, though a plastic screen blocked our view of him. Opposite was a girl with her back to me with another person. Sergeant Kelly boarded the bus and sat in the driver’s seat while Dad stood in the stairwell with the rifle. “What’s happening?” Matty asked quietly and I could only shake my head as the bus moved off and I got a final glance of my tearful mother as she disappeared behind a hedgerow. I leaned forward and tried to listen to Dad’s conversation, but the engine was too loud and they were talking too quietly. “Hey, I’m talking to you,” a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts and I turned around to see my best friend staring at me. Tobi was sat next to her looking wild eyed. Looking at the rest of the bus, I was greeted by frightened faces. “Mac! What’s going on?” I asked hoping she might have more answers. Today, her blonde hair had been pulled up into a ponytail, which left her face clear. “You tell me, we were shoved on this bus just before you with no explanation,” she answered and looked around, “I thought Kobe would be with you,” “We were playing on the Gamebox just before dad pulled me off to get on the bus,” I replied, “We received a call on the landline,” “Dad received a phone call and got told to get ready in ten minutes, and then he turned up with the bus,” she pointed out Sergeant Kelly. “Well, look who’s here, if it ain’t the faggot that’s joined us,” a posh English voice sounded from the rear and I groaned in frustration. I had enough of Larry last week, let alone having to put up with him now. “He’s got his wittle girlfriend with him,” the second voice completed the set, now I had to put up with Larry and his Number One goon. I checked dad was still talking and looked over my seat at Larry and Tom. “Hey chaps, get lost on the way to the sheep shagging contest,” I replied in a falsely cheerful voice. I caught Ben’s eye and he was quietly laughing at his older brother. As I took a seat, they glared at me and sat down themselves, muttering darkly. “Any clue as to where we are going?” Mac asked and I shrugged. Looking out of the window I noticed we were crossing through the main high street now. It was lunch time and everyone was going about their everyday lives like it was an ordinary day. No one took notice of the school bus, full of twenty frightened children and two adults, one of which had an illegal weapon. I looked up at the mountain in the distance above the high street, as if that would give me a clue, but knew it was restricted from normal people. Not finding anything, I looked around at the other kids instead. It confirmed what I had concluded. I was the oldest on the bus, joined by several other teens. I recognised a couple of them from the Junior Ambassador Camp. The Special Forces kid Noah, was sat next to the other military brat Nate. I also noticed Simon, his lookalike and Izzy. Behind the really young ones were the pre-teens and early teens’ children then four youngsters. All the younger ones looked terrified out of their minds. “Are you OK?” I turned to ask Matty, looking out the window I saw we had passed out of town now and noticed a fence with large warning signs: 'Warning- Restricted access. Military Personnel only. Fences are electrified'. I had heard tales from these mountains, adventurous teens and urban explorers breaking in to discover the secrets. Most were captured but there were also the rumours of construction vehicles and strange men in biohazard suits. We were now on single track roads it seemed, winding through fields of green. “What’s going on?” Matty drew me back, just as we stopped at a gate. Dad slipped from the bus and slid it open allowing us to enter. He closed it back up once the bus had gone through and returned to the bus. “I’m not sure, buddy” I told him, meeting Mac’s eyes. She appeared as puzzled as me. “Oi, queer bait, what’s going on?” I heard Laurence’s voice again. “What makes you think I know anything?” I returned patiently. It really wound the pair of them up if I didn’t react to their baiting. They had had it in for me since Kobe and I put itching powder in their clothes. “Well, that’s your father and he’s holding a gun,” Larry replied. He had a point, but what could I tell them? I knew about as much as them. “I know about as much as you, Knight Rider,” I shrugged my shoulders, knowing he couldn’t see the gesture. I could guess he was probably going red with anger, but as I heard no more response from him I gathered he was probably plotting with Tom. “Why does he keep calling you names?” Mac looked at me. “You’ve known him as long as me, why does he bully anyone?” I turned the question back on her. “But they seem to pretty specific names,” she hinted. I could not have told her that Larry has caught me kissing another boy when I was twelve. However, I was saved from answering as the bus slammed to a halt. I took in the immediate area; we were on the driveway of a Disneyesque cottage, pleasant and welcoming until you noticed the finer details. Cameras bristled around the site; there were at least six that I could count and probably twice that on the driveway that allowed for several cars. Above the cottage, and looming over us was the mountain, now closer than I had ever been allowed to see it. “Right kiddies, everybody off, grab your bags and follow Major Walker,” Sergeant Kelly boomed from years of shouting at recruits. Dad, I now noticed, was already off the bus and pulling bags out onto the gravel driveway. I took Matty’s hand and led everyone off the bus. We immediately found our bags; I took the two duffel bags and immediately groaned under the weight. Matty took the two backpacks and I led him towards the cottage for a closer look. Dad was already at the door, but I realised the front looked more like a loading dock than a veranda. “Alexander, come here,” our dad called and I managed to waddle up the concrete stairs onto the porch. I could feel the straps of the bags biting into my shoulders. “Yes, Dad,” I puffed. “Everything you need will be in the commander’s office. Do you remember the number I gave you?” he asked, looking at me sternly. “Yes,” I replied automatically, knowing the number was stuck in my head. He looked relieved as I glanced around. We appeared to be in front of, which at first glance appeared to be, a normal oak door. However, unlike other doors, there seemed to be no lock, only a sleek black panel next to the door. Dad opened the panel to reveal a keypad, a swipe machine directly below that, then a hand scanner. He concentrated for a moment then keyed in a series of numbers and looked over me. “Now, place your hand here,” he told me, his voice a bit gentler now. I dropped one of the duffel bags and placed my right hand on the cool surface. Immediately, it lit up and scanned my hand with a green light. ‘Authorised Access’ appeared on the screen and he prompted me to use the master key card. The swiped card looked similar to the old cards used on machines, often found in antique and novelty shops. I swiped the card and typed in the four digit code dad had given me. I was just beginning to wonder what would happen when the door opened with a hiss of air. Inside the door, I could see it was anything but normal. The oak on the outside was a mere sliver; the door was comprised of eight inches of thick metal. Even the walls were thick and sturdy. Dad slid past me and entered, while I grabbed the duffle bag and followed him inside to one large room. Matty was immediately behind me as I looked around. In one corner of the room, there was a small kitchenette with a table and chairs; while on the other side was a comfortable living area. A large flat screen TV had been set up with some comfortable seating in front of it. A Persian rug split the room in half, giving the impression of separate living and dining areas. On the back wall, behind the sofas were a set of bunkbeds. The cabin could have been a typical hunter’s lodge, with a sense of normalcy if not for the in-built high tech computer immediately to my left. “This is neat,” Matty murmured as our dad bought the computer online, pulled the keyboard out and began typing. The others streamed into the one-room cabin and looked around. Larry jolted me out of my stupor as he knocked past me, sneering at he went. Sergeant Kelly bought up the rear, pushing through everyone and immediately kicked away the rug that stood between the kitchen and the living area, revealing a circular metal hatch. “Right, listen up kids,” Dad said and the room went quiet, everyone looking at him, “As soon as I set this, you will have fifteen minutes to enter, understood?” “Yes, Sir,” the others replied, though everyone had different levels of confusion written on their faces. “Alexander,” Dads voice bought my attention back to him, “I have set the place to be locked down for six months, you have the control to unlock it after that, but six months should give everything time to settle down,” “OK, dad,” I answered, though I was beginning to get an inkling as to what was going on, but I would have to wait to confirm the idea. “Everybody ready?” he asked rhetorically, then pressed a button named ‘Execute’. A sound could be heard and then the silver hatch split into three pieces, retracting into the floor. Dad gave me a nudge and I was the first to descend the winding steps followed closely by the other children. The stairs wound round a thick central column lit by emergency lights. We followed it down, seemingly never ending until just as my first touched the bottom the sound of gunfire could be heard, making the smaller children scream. We stood at the foot of the stairs as Dad and Sergeant Kelly barrelled down. “How the hell are they this far north?” Kelly shouted to my father. “Get a move on,” Dad roared, spurring us into action. I checked to make sure Matty was still beside me and began to jog down the corridor. The corridor was wide with small glass cameras set up every two to three yards. We were following the slightly declined corridor which was taking us further into the unknown when Izzy tripped over ahead of me. I stopped and helped her, despite the holdalls weighing me down. The other children streamed around us, but the platinum blonde smiled at me. We followed the rest of the group, now at the rear, as we kept running forever. Abruptly, we entered a cavern, where before us stood a yawning mouth of inky blackness and a mahoosive door lay open allowing us entrance to whatever lied beyond it. A red light was flashing above the door as though warning us not to enter and everyone stopped to stare. “Go through there and get clear of the door, you have less than five minutes,” Dad panted and pushed me forward. I took my first tentative steps toward the door and then hurried forward, only to be swallowed by the inky blackness with my shadow close beside me. We passed the huge outline of the door and I just made out the silhouette of a booth, just barely lit up. I dumped the bags with a sigh of relief and turned back to see my dad, well-lit by the hall lights, however, he appeared to be anxious. “Nearly there,” I heard Kelly say as my eyes began to adjust. I started separating the figures and counting until everyone of the small group was through. I heard the whimpering of the smaller children and tried to slow my own breathing to calm myself and appear somewhat in control. Suddenly, a great clunking and grinding noise could be heard, someone screamed loudly, but I could only watch as the thick door began to close. I lost sight of my dad completely and then, with a final thunk and hiss, the door sealed itself closed. Now, in complete darkness, I could not see anyone and felt totally alone except the quiet sobbing of some of the children. Others were having hushed conversations, fear lacing their voices, as someone took a hold of my hand. Seconds after the door closed, lights come on. It was emergency lighting which was nowhere near as bright as normal lights. In the gloomy haze, I could see the rest of the group looked terrified, especially the smaller children who were huddled together. Larry and Tom were looking around wild eyed, I would almost say they appeared frightened. I caught Mac watching me with a curious look on her face, so looked down to find Tobi holding my hand. I gave him a questioning look, which he returned with a sheepish grin and took his hand away muttering apologies. “What’s happening?” cried one of the girls in a huddle of three. Looking around, I knew someone had to take charge. Everyone was stood around looking like lost souls. “Right, Matty, have you got your flashlight?” he gave me a crooked grin and slipped his backpack off, rummaging through it. Finally, he emerged with a long dark red Maglite in his hand. I smiled, it was like a comfort blanket for Matty, who was once terrified of the dark. “You think I would forget old faithful?” Matty returned sarcastically. “Thanks, kiddo,” I told him and took the flashlight from him, rubbing his head affectionately. “So, we need to get the electricity on. Tobi and I will go sort out that,” “Who made you the queen of the universe? Why are you taking the shrimp with you?” Larry snapped, trying to appear calm. But I could see that he looked pale, even in the emergency lighting. “Yeah, no way I’m taking orders from you,” Tom chipped in, also looking distinctly grey. “Seeing as you Tom, Dick or Larry feel like you should be in charge, what are you exactly going to do?” I asked and stared at the trio, waiting for an answer. Larry muttered something incomprehensible and looked down at his shoes, while Tom and Dick just glared at me but refused to answer, “To answer your question, Tobi in a living expert on computers and electronics in general. “Sparky is a real genius when it comes to electronics,” Mac offered. “You promised never to use that nickname in front of Alex,” Tobi growled. “This is something I’m going to have to hear later,” I joked and got another growl. I panned the light around, which lit up the booth. It appeared to be some kind of security booth. Above it though, there was a sign that read ‘Level Two: Operations and Administrations’. “So what are we going to do?” asked one of the girls. I think her name was Kelly. “Right, well we can’t all just go blundering around without the lights on, can we? While Tobi and I get the lights on, you’ll stay in the first room we come to,” I explained and got a nod of understanding from her. The booth was made of toughened glass, blocking one side of the hallway. I would guess a guard stood here, while the other side had an X-ray machine and biometric scanner. There was also a card reader set into the wall. I passed through the X-ray, half expecting it to go off but the machine was silent as the rest of this tomb. The other’s followed me quietly with the small children in the centre of our group. Further along the corridor, we reached the first door with a sign that read ‘Administration’. I pushed it open and shone my light around. The emergency lighting was working there but there were only two, one at each end of the room. “In here,” I suggested, then looked at Mac, “If we’re not back in an hour, try find a way out,” “OK, look after my brother,” Mac replied and checked her watch. I moved towards the door, followed closely by Tobi. I went left immediately, passing another door before we reached a junction. A corridor stretched ahead of us and another to the left. “Operations Room. Security Control Room. Armoury. Canteen. Stairs.” I muttered as the light traced each of the signs. The sign indicated stairs were to the left so I tapped the boy and followed the signs down the corridor which seemed similar to the one we had left. I shone the light forward and we followed the corridor once again until we reached another junction. The stairs were again indicated to the left so we turned that way until we reached a doorway. I looked at Tobi, who seemed nervous in the torchlight, then opened the door and stepped through. A large column had stairs wrapped around it going up and down. My light caught another sign opposite the entrance way with a list of all the levels: Level 6: VIP Accommodation Level 5: Accommodation Level 4: Arcade Level 3: Research and Medical Bay Level 2: Operations and Control room Level 1: Engineering’s and Stores “Arcade?” Tobi looked at me, “As in games and stuff?” “I’m not sure, buddy, but I don’t think they would have an arcade in a secret bunker,” I replied. “Oh,” he sighed. I followed the curve of the stairs and found another doorway, probably leading to a corridor similar to the one we left. I returned back to Tobi, who was practically hugging the wall. “Are you ready?” I asked him, I had never seen him so nervous. Usually, he’s quite outgoing, except when it comes to his intelligence. He nodded at me and followed as I took my first steps down. With only the powerful Maglite and weak emergency lights, I felt Tobi grab my jacket then found my hand. It had been a few years since he had wanted to hold my hand constantly, but his palm felt warm and comfortable in mine as if I were looking after my little brother. “Why didn’t you choose Talia?” he asked abruptly. “I’ve known you longer and, to be honest, I didn’t realise she was with us,” I returned and that seemed to satisfy him as we hit a flat surface. I held my torch in my left hand as Tobi’s hand stayed firmly attached to my right hand. To my left was another door, with a sign pointing out to the Mechanical Engineering Room. I noticed a swipe card machine next to the door, but the lights were dark. I opened the door and the corridor seemed darker somehow. “Since when have you disliked the dark?” I asked him softly, squeezing his hand softly in reassurance. “I’m not a scaredy cat,” he replied, trying to sound tough. “I wasn’t suggesting that, but you’ve always struck me as a kid who’s fearless,” I returned, trying to make him feel happier. “I’m not a fan of dark underground bunkers. I played the original Resident Evil a few weeks ago and it scared the shit out of me,” “Whoa, language kiddo!” I admonished him. “Sorry,” he muttered, sounding sincerely apologetic. A few minutes later we reached the Mechanical Engineering room. I took a deep breath; I was as frightened as Tobi appeared to be but could not show it. I’d seen way too many horror films and played too many horror games: underground bunkers are prime zombie ground. I pushed the door open with a squeak and drew a breath as we entered, Tobi practically clutching onto me. My light lit up the room as we moved further inside, my heart began to relax as nothing immediately attacked. I played the light around, realising how truly big the room was as some places my torch would not even touch. I got the sense we were in an L shaped room, though as I turned to the left my light picked up a dull grey surface and Tobi stilled my hand. I looked up at him and his face had completely lit up with excitement. “Oh whoa, that’s an Experion XL581! It’s one of the most powerful generators in the world; it can be powered by thermal energy, water, normal electricity. However, this particular model uses Hydrogen energy to power the base. Hydrogen fuel cells can power anything for about five decades. In the beginning, they had a hard time storing Hydrogen fuel until they found a nano-composite material capable of storing it.” “Are you a real boy or a computer?” I joked, cutting into his explanation. “Sorry, I get kinda excited when I see stuff like this. This sort of generator has only been theoretical up until this point,” he replied. “I don’t care if you’re cool or a nerd. Now, can you get it working?” “Well… it shouldn’t be too hard. Can you just keep the light trained on me,” He returned and immediately went over to the generator, touching it almost reverently. I just stood there and held the torch, looking at the machine. It looked like one giant panel to me, with lights, buttons and a couple of screens embedded in the panel. I was not sure what any of the levers or buttons did and was certainly glad there was someone who knew what they were doing. The torch lit him up as he moved from panel to panel, typing a few commands in then reading something from the screen before moving to another panel. “Ah,” he sighed, then pressed several buttons in some sort of sequence and pumped the lever twice. With almost a sigh, the generator kicked in and with several plinks the lights began to come on. Tobi turned around with a giant grin on his face. However, I watched as the grin suddenly turned to a look of horror and his eyes widened with fear. His mouth opened and he let loose a shrill scream.
  2. Westarcher

    Chapter 2

    Thanks for the encouragement, it's really great to have comments. They take a life of their own sometimes, the characters.
  3. Westarcher

    Chapter 2

    “I am sure it is probably someone’s idea of a practical joke, calm down” I said loudly trying to reassure the children not long after a scream had been heard. I turned to Jamie and another counsellor and spoke with a newfound authority, “Get the children towards the bus and let Mr. Robert’s know Mac and I will be there shortly,” “All right, Alex,” Jamie accepted my commands without question and the pair of counsellors herded the children down an alleyway towards the buses. “What’s going on?” Mac asked, joining me. “I don’t know but I intend to find out,” she looked like she wanted to ask more questions, but followed me anyway until we reached the common area. Moonlight lit up the ground. There seemed to be a couple of black puddles and two people were fighting on the ground, struggling with each other. “What are we going to do?” Mac asked. I could see beyond the common in the well-lit car park where the two buses were sat. The children were half on the buses as I moved closer to the disturbance. I felt something being pressed into my hand and bought it up to find a hunter’s knife. I looked around to see Tobi staring at me. “What’s this?” I asked curiously. “That guy looks dangerous,” the boy shrugged and again Mac opened her mouth to say something when the man looked up at the buses and the children, as though he was seeing fresh meat. He stumbled to his feet. “Hey, over here,” I called instinctively then told Mac, “Go help the person on the floor,” “OK,” was the only response I received as I approached the man who appeared to be drunk, but was completely focused on me. His blond hair was dishevelled and his clothes look stained; as he stepped more into the light, I noticed the eyes looked almost black and he appeared to be drooling. “Alex, what’s going on? Who is that?” Mr. Robert’s voice distracted me and I half turned to acknowledge him when Blonde attacked. I had enough time to see his hands curled into almost-claws when he grabbed my shoulders and tried to bite my throat. I managed to get the blade in front of me, but he quickly knocked the knife from my grip, which fell to the ground. He held my left hand in a vice-like grip. His other cold, clammy hand was wrapped around my neck trying to pull my throat towards his mouth. My right hand was on his chest trying to push him away. “Alex!” Mr. Robert’s cried out. I heard some of the children call out in fear. I shook my head trying to clear my head of the fogginess pervading my thoughts, drawing me into unconsciousness. I bit the inside of my cheek and as the rusty taste of blood touched my taste buds the pain lanced through my brain like lightning, bringing me back from the edge. My knee shot up and connected with his crotch. His eyes went wide and he relaxed his grip. I smacked my elbow into the side of his face and hit his chest pushing him away from me. I staggered back rubbing my throat, my eyes fully on the man as he turned his face on me, snarling his black eyes blazing. I noticed his teeth were grubby and stained like he had been eating rust or tomato ketchup. He lunged forward, but I managed to skip out of the way, then dodging around the thing, I was able to roll forward and came back up with the knife in my hand. I knew those martial arts lessons would come in handy someday. I had circled around him and had managed to get his back against a wall so I lunged forward until he touched the wall with a dull thud. I pinned him and looked at the dullness in its eyes. Like all trapped creatures, the thing began to push forward, snarling and snapping at me. I could see saliva dripping from its mouth and its breath smelt fetid. I almost gagged but the creature had one final bit of strength and pushed me backwards. I stumbled and tripped falling on my back; the human-like creature stumbled with me and fell on top of me. I felt dazed as I banged my head but there was no movement on top of me. I pried my eyes open and found the man lying on top of me, however, the knife had gone straight through his chin and into his brain. I felt horrified and suddenly very sick. I rolled the man off me and instantly threw up, heaving for a good five minutes before I felt a hand rubbing my back. I looked up to see Tobi, who had been patting my back gently. “Are you OK?” Mac asked looking at me concerned. “I’m fine,” I replied, heaving again and meeting Tobi’s eyes, reassuring him that I was fine. “What was that all about? Why did that guy attack you?” Mr. Robert’s asked as he came over. I got up gingerly and moved away from the man I had just killed, breathing heavily. “I don’t know,” I gulped air in; “It was like the man was rabid. Mac, what about the other person?” “It’s not pretty, the person is dead,” Sirens interrupted her and I looked up to see some of the kids in the doorway, namely my brother Matty and a few others I knew well. Jamie was also looking at me with concern. A patrol car and an ambulance came around the corner, lights flashing intensely. “You called the fuzz?” I asked the teacher, knowing he had to. The ambulance crew immediately went over to the first victim as the police officers approached me carefully. “Are you Mr. Robert’s?” the first Police constable spoke. “Yes sir, I think it’s over now. A man attacked one of our Counsellors-in-Training,” the teacher indicated me. “We were relayed the details from the control room, they saw the fight on CCTV then the pair disappeared in the shadows,” The officer looked at me and the blood on my hands, to the rabid man on the ground. “Could you please step over here?” the first officer, a grizzled older policeman watched me wearily as though I was a dangerous animal. I had never been in trouble before, “Can you tell me what happened?” “We heard screaming so I approached this man, who appeared crazed; I didn’t want him going anywhere near the children so I called him towards me and then he attacked,” “That’s all?” he said with suspicion in his eyes. “Oh, Tobi gave me his hunting knife because he looked dangerous,” “I don’t believe you; you just cold-bloodedly murdered a man,” “Excuse me,” I returned absolutely astonished. Surely if they had CCTV, they had been told the man fought me. “I’ve seen enough punks like you in my time and I can see you are lying through your teeth. Now, I don’t know if you are into drugs or in a gang but I will get to the bottom of this,” He grabbed me and pulled my hands behind my back, then cuffed me. The other officered was already examining the dead man. “It was an accident, he fell on top of me,” I pleaded. “Officer, there is no need for this. Alex was clearly defending himself and the other children,” Mr. Robert’s protested, “And I will remind you, he is a minor,” “Please Sir, let us do our job,” the younger officer told him. “I’m sure this is a big mistake. Everything will be all right,” I tried to reassure the teacher as I was led to the patrol car. “Not for you, son,” the officer said and opened the back door of the car pushing me in, my head bounced off the roof, I grunted and officer spoke sarcastically, “Sorry,” “You will be very sorry,” I growled and he gave me the evil eye. “Whatever, punk,” he slammed the door and went off while I sat and twiddled my thumbs. I watched the two officers interview Mr. Roberts and could see Mac looking over at the patrol car with concern. I had been in the car, perhaps, ten minutes when a saloon car pulled up next to the patrol car. A man stepped out and looked into the car concerned. I grinned as I recognised my godfather Colonel Charlie Stone. He gave me a smile and then set his face straight as he stepped towards the officers and teacher. “What the hell is going on here?” I heard him roar in his parade-ground shout. “Who are you, Sir?” the older officer asked, noting how angry Charlie appeared and recognising a senior figure. “Colonel Charlie Stone of her Majesty’s Army, Alex’s Uncle and ad hoc guardian,” Charlie replied annoyed. “Ah, good! Perhaps you can step over here a moment then,” the older officer requested, clearly looking pleased with himself. My uncle and godfather followed the officer until they both stood in front of my window. “You will let the boy go immediately and this will be reported as a suicide-murder,” Charlie ordered his voice deadly calm. However, the police officer’s face went red like a beetroot and he sputtered indigently. “Excuse me? Who do you think you are to come in here and give me orders? I am the one giving orders,” “Listen to me, you bumbling excuse of a police officer. This is a matter of National Security; I have the full authorisation of the Crown. You will release this boy and if this is spoken about to anyone, you will be arrested for treason,” Charlie pulled out an ID, I caught a glimpse and it had a metal shield and ER near the bottom representing the Queen. Something strange was going on here. Conspiracy theorists would be going nuts. I also didn’t believe it was a coincidence my uncle showed up when he did. “You expect me to believe you have Level One Clearance, something my Chief Inspector does not have,” the policeman scoffed. “You can believe what you like, but you will follow my orders,” Charlie told him but seemed to sense he was not getting anywhere fast enough. I saw him pull a phone from his pocket. I only heard bits and pieces as he begun talking, “My team and I…..Chief Inspector…..bumbling excuse……level one clearance…..authorisation…..thank you,” “What are you doing?” the officer asked as Charlie hung up but the military man refused to answer. Seconds ticked by and then a loud bleeping went off, making the officer jump as he fumbled with his radio. "Yes Sir, I do," he replied then there was a brief pause, "But sir, anyone could present a badge, that level of clearance is only at ministerial level," "Are you all right?" Charlie mouthed so I nodded as the officer came off the radio, his face blotted purple but looked somewhat apologetic as he returned to us. "I apologise for the misunderstanding," the officer said opening the door for me. I stretched my legs and got out grinning at the officer who glared at me. “My team will sort out the clean-up. If word of this goes to the press I will have you in prison so fast your hat will be spinning,” Charlie growled and dismissed the police officer, then walked towards the teacher. I jogged to catch up with the taller man. “What’s going on?” I asked my uncle. “Nothing you need be concerned about, I want you to get on the bus and head back to the camp and forget this ever happened. Your dad is looking forward to seeing you,” He relaxed a bit as he said the last bit. “Why are you in the area? Is the military involved?” I asked him, but he grinned and grabbed my head giving me a noogie. “You ask way too many questions,” He laughed, his face completely relaxing then pushed me towards the bus. I nodded, knowing I wouldn’t get any more answers and waved goodbye. The children were full of questions but I refused to answer as I watched Uncle Charlie and Mr. Roberts have a quiet conversation. The teacher nodded a few times, and then shook hands with my Uncle and come over to the buses. He gave me a quiet nod and the last I saw of my uncle was him leaning over the guy I killed, pulling on a pair of forensic gloves. “Are you OK?” Matty asked me, taking a seat. “I’m fine,” I answered. “What was Uncle Charlie doing here?” he asked. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly, “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” “OK,” He turned back to his friends and I got lost in my thoughts, trying to make sense of what had happened tonight. ~ “Police are insisting that should anyone come across one of the meteors from Fridays’ meteor shower should report it immediately to the Authorities,” the news presenter said, “Though some have claimed men in nondescript black vans have come to the sites and taken it away, these men all appear to wear space suits,” “Yeah, Men in Black,” I muttered as I packed my bags. “In other news, the World Health Organisation are telling people not worry after a new unidentified virus was discovered in Australia,” “Add a little Outbreak in there, and you have the makings of a great film,” I said aloud. “Are you talking to yourself?” Kobe laughed. “Well, you’ve always known I was crazy,” I replied, with a fake maniacal grin. “Come on, joker,” Grabbing a towel I followed him from the cabin and through the camp towards the leisure centre. We were passing a building that seemed almost oriental when I heard my name being called out. I noticed the female instructor sat on a chair beside the whiteboard and a teenaged girl of Indian heritage teaching a group of children which all seemed younger than ten. The CIT had broken off as the boy had run up to me. “Lexi, Lexi,” he grabbed my hand and started tugging me towards the group. Tommy was a little scruffy-haired blond boy and seemed to like tailing me about. “Hello, Tommy, what’s going on here?” “Miss Kelly and Miss Naomi are teaching us to sing songs,” he answered and ran back to sit down next to his twin, Kelly. I often babysat for these two and knew what a handful they could be, I felt sorry for the two girls. I gave the instructor a grin and looked at CIT, who seemed to be staring at me a bit. “Hi Alex, I hear you saved the kids last night from some drunk,” the CIT smiled at me, revealing pearly white teeth, “I think that’s quite heroic,” “Just doing my job,” I replied modestly, “erm…?” “Kelly, I’m in the year below you at school,” Her grin dimmed a little when she realised I didn’t know her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know a lot of people at school,” I told her shifting nervously. “Alex, we have to go,” Kobe said loudly, saving me, but he had a massive smirk on his face. I knew I would be in trouble, when we got out of earshot. “Bye Kelly, bye kids,” I waved at them and walked off quickly. As soon as we were out of earshot, Kobe broke out laughing. “She looked utterly awestruck,” Kobe fluttered his eyelashes at me, “Do you think she would feel the same if she realised you were a massive geek?” “Well, nearly everyone but you and Mac ignore me at school,” I returned, “I’ve got no interest in her whatsoever,” “Well, you could pass her over to me, we’ll find you a guy yet,” Kobe suggested. He was the only person that knew I was gay, but that’s only because he managed to get into my journal. I haven’t even told Mac, despite how close we were. We entered the large leisure building, which housed a gym and a sports hall. The building must be as big as a warehouse, because it featured a fully sized Olympic pool not to mention a large leisure pool and kiddie’s pool. The leisure pool had a wave machine and several slides going into it and lapped gracefully onto a sandy beach with a large window overlooking an actual beach and the sea. When we got into the pool area, there were already three full-time swimming instructors and two CITs. I was there as an extra, but could enjoy myself if I kept an eye out. Kobe decided to go off and have some fun so I settled myself onto the beach area, close to the windows where I found a couple of chairs. I placed our towels down and settled down to watch the pool. Five minutes later, Mac came and sat down next to me, drying her body off with a towel. “What happened last night?” I was about to reply, when I noticed Matty and Tobi coming to join us. “What was Uncle Charlie doing there last night?” Matty immediately asked as he sat down on the end of my sun lounger. “I don’t know, he told me he was in the area but I heard some weird stuff last night,” I explained. “I’ve never met Uncle Charlie before,” Mac stated looking between the pair of us. “He’s not our actual uncle but we’ve known him since we were babies. He was our dad’s Commanding Officer at one point,” I told her, “He works for the Army and, from what I heard last night, some top secret part of it,” “Really?” she asked and I forgot she was not a military brat. I told the three everything I had heard last night. “It was definitely not coincidental he was there,” I finished. “I agree with you, he was in the area for a reason,” Mac agreed with me. “Dad used to work Army Intelligence from what I’ve found out, but surely the Army Intelligence doesn’t have jurisdiction over local fuzz,” I spoke aloud, not really expecting an answer. “You’re looking into conspiracies again, where there are none,” Matty drawled at me, then slapped my leg hard and took off running for the pleasure pool. I was up and after him, diving into the pool. I emerged near the centre of it looking for my little brother when I lost my footing and a set of arms wrapped around my throat. I heard giggling in my ear and realised that Matty was hanging off my neck. I felt some hands around my waist and realised Tobi was in front of me. My arms were forced apart and I found Mac on one side and Ben Knight, Larry’s little brother, and Matty’s best friend, on my other arm. “Four against one, who taught you fair play?” I bellowed and managed to shake off Mac and Ben. I grabbed one of the arms around my neck and managed to haul Matty around my body. Digging my fingers into his flanks I had Matty squirming with laughter just as Tobi tried to tickle me, but he should have known better. I’m simply not that ticklish. By now, tears were rolling down Matt’s face when I felt a tug on the hairs in my armpit. I didn’t have many so they were precious. When I felt another harder tug that hurt. Realising it was Tobi, I let go of Matty and grabbed the other boy and squashed him to my side. “Let go of me, you big oaf,” he grunted, but I grinned at him instead. “Are you going to stop pulling my hair?” I asked, holding him against me. “Sure,” he nodded, so I released him and looked up to see Mac laughing at us. “I swear he acts more like an eight year old sometimes, than a boy with an A-level in maths,” she stated. “Alex, can you take me on the flume?” Tobi asked, I was quite surprised. “Can’t you go with Matty, you’re like bum chums,” I stuck my tongue out at him; I know, not the most mature thing to do. “He’s doesn’t like them and under-12s are supposed to be escorted by someone older,” he replied glumly. He was four weeks off his twelfth birthday. “All right then, I’ll take you up,” I replied sighing. “I’ll come with you,” Ben, Matt’s friend added so I looked at Mac. “Not me, I’ll stay here with my buddy,” she replied, grabbing Matty and giving him a noogie. Then, before he realised, she grabbed him and threw him across the pool. I shook my head and laughed as I waded through the swimming pool with Tobi next to me and Ben following close behind. It was a bit cooler once we got out of the water but I followed Tobi up and around the kid’s pool and into the line, waiting for the flume. “Have you enjoyed the camp?” I asked Tobi. ”Sure, I’ve learnt some new things,” “What about you?” I asked Ben, I always trod carefully around the boy because of his older brother. “It’s been fun, Matty and I loved the film last night,” he enthused, not picking up on my awkwardness around him. “I bet, it was a good film,” I was stopped from continuing as a disturbance caught my attention. There seemed to be a lot of shouting on the beach area. I recognised one of the voices as Larry. “Oh no, he’s started again,” Ben moaned. “Does he ever hit you?” I asked curiously. “No, he’s never touched me or our other brother, but I hate that he’s a bully. He’s always so nice with the animals,” Ben told me, then looked at me, “I’m nothing like my brother,” “I never said you were,” I told the nine-year-old. “But I’ve seen you watch me and Matty closely, like I’m gonna start hitting him,” I was surprised at how observant the kid had been. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t let my feelings about your brother be imposed on you,” I apologised. “Do you think we should go over and help?” Tobi asked worriedly. “It’s none of our business and I’d rather not tangle with Knight Rider,” I gave Ben a grin. “He hates it when you call him that,” Ben returned my smile and he went up a couple of notches in my book. “I know,” I responded, then the sounds got even louder and I realised I could hear Mac’s voice, “Come on we better take a look,” The pair followed me as I moved passed some of the other kids and onto the beach where a crowd had gathered. I managed to push my way through to find Matty by Larry’s feet. A shorter boy stood directly in front of Larry. From what I could see, he had auburn hair and muscular shoulders. “Come on Squirt, just kiss my feet,” “You like making little kids suffer?” the other boy asked, seemingly mildly curious. “Who the hell are you?” Larry asked, now confused. “My name is Noah, we just moved to town two weeks before Camp,” he replied. He appeared to be a couple of years younger than me, so I had not seen him around school. I had thought he might have been one of the kids from another school, but about fifty had come from our local area and joined another 100 or so from across the UK. “Well, you’re going to learn that I’m the king of town,” Larry replied looking down on Matty once again. “You’re a bully, Larry, I’ve told you to leave him alone,” Mac told him. I think the only person Larry was scared off was Mac. He looked at her nervously and stepped away. “Right then, show’s over. The bell is going to ring for lunch shortly,” An adult said and everyone dispersed. I saw Larry took one look back at Mac and Noah over his shoulder before he disappeared into the changing rooms. I saw Noah step up to my brother and help him to his feet. “Are you OK, kid?” he asked. “Yeah, thanks,” he answered, but I could see the tear marks. My brother is usually quite tough, but unfortunately he was short just like his big brother. “Let’s go take a shower and get changed,” I told them, trailed by Tobi and Ben. I dusted Matty off to his protest then let them go ahead of me. I touched Noah’s shoulder making him pause and turn back. He had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. I was mesmerised. He was certainly handsome and appeared to be close in age to me. I saw Tobi look back and something flashed across his face, but I couldn’t read the emotion. “Hi, I’m Alex, and that was my little brother you helped,” “It’s nice to meet you. I think I’ve heard your name mentioned once or twice by some of the teachers,” I groaned, at least it was not the other kids. “Erm, yeah, not sure if I want to be known by the teachers,” “They said you were very helpful,” he replied, trying to be nice. “Well, I just wanted to say thank you, and welcome to the community,” “Is he always that bad?” Noah asked, as we passed into the changing rooms where I noticed Matty and Ben were stood together, looking mischievous. “Get changed and wait for me, do not go off without me,” I told them in the sternest voice possible, then turned back to Noah as we pulled our stuff from lockers, “I’ve known him all my life and he was home-schooled until high school, then he started making everyone’s life hell,” “I’ll watch out for him then,” he replied and we separated. I went for a quick shower and then grabbed my stuff, locking the cubicle door behind me. I was just getting changed when I heard the giggling of two little monkeys. “You two better be getting changed,” I told them and the giggling stopped. We were quickly changed and then left the leisure centre together. Ben and Matty pranced ahead, messing about like little kids as Mac, Tobi, Noah and I followed them sedately. “Have you been around town much?” I asked Noah. “Not really, I have been unpacking and going straight to school pretty much,” he returned, watching me with green eyes. “What year are you in?” Mac looked at him. “I’m in 9th, though I’m almost fifteen,” He replied and we all looked at him, “Hard to believe, I look about thirteen,” “Don’t worry, I don’t look fifteen either,” I told him and got a shocked look in return. “I thought you were younger than me!” he exclaimed. He was handsome and now he wore black glasses, which made him even cuter. I did sneakily check out his butt when no one was looking. “No, I’m currently in 10th year at the moment,” I returned. “So, have you known each other long?” he asked, looking between Mac and me. “Ever since we were in nappies pretty much,” I told him then pointed at Tobi and laughed, “Him since before he was born,” “Cool, it’s nice to have friends your whole life, I’ve moved around so much,” he returned. “Why’s that?” Tobi asked, coming out of his uncharacteristic silence. “My Dad is in the Army, he’s just retired,” Noah explained. “That’s some hard going? Are you involved in anything now?” I asked, finding new respect for the short boy. “Oh great, another Jock!” Tobi huffed. I gave him a look, not understand why he was being so hostile. “Well, this is me,” Noah said, stopping at a cross roads. I patted his shoulder in a silent and smiled. “Well, if you want to join us for lunch, you’re welcome to sit at our table,” I invited him. “Thanks,” his smile lit up his face as he went towards his dorm. “I’ll see you at lunch,” Tobi snarled and went stalking off. I looked at Mac, who rolled her eyes and shrugged. “What’s wrong with him?” I asked confused. “Men, you can be so dense sometimes,” she mumbled and went off leaving me standing on the path alone. Shaking my head with frustration, I made it back to my own dorm and unwrapped my swimming trunks, leaving them to dry until we had to leave. Kobe walked in not long behind me. “I swear Larry is getting worse every day,” he commented, unpacking his own bag. “His little brother isn’t so bad,” I returned, “But at least Noah was there to help Matty,” “What’s that?” “What’s what?” I asked, trying to wipe the smile from my face. “That smile on your face? You like Noah, don’t you?” he asked. “No,” I tried to deny, but he stared pointedly at me, “All right, he’s cute and he’s almost fifteen so not far from my age,” “Well, I’m glad for you,” “He’s probably straight, anyway,” I harrumphed. “You never know,” Kobe returned and the pair of us made our way down to the canteen. “You little witch, you stole from me,” a girl screeched as we got to the canteen. We saw two girls have a shouting match. One I noticed was Izzy, the girl from the cookery class, while the other was wearing a white doctor’s coat. She was a skinny beanpole of a girl with wild fly-away hair. “I never stole anything,” the scarecrow-looking girl denied vehemently. “You wait, Amanda, I’ll prove it,” Izzy snarled and stormed off, leaving the watchers confused. “I’m glad we’re not involved with that,” Kobe stated. “You’re not wrong there,” We grabbed our lunch stuff which, for camp the food, was surprisingly good, and we sat down at one of the long tables. Mac soon joined us, greeting Kobe quietly. I started eating when I felt a presence behind me; I looked around to find Tobi and a girl I’d never seen before. About Tobi’s age, she had bright red hair, but she was a lot taller than him. “Can we sit with you?” Tobi asked quietly. “Of course little bear, you don’t have to ask,” I used my nickname for him, trying to make him feel at ease despite not knowing what was wrong with him. “This is Talia, she’s a wizard on computers,” He enthused, coming back to life. They put their trays down, Tobi sitting next to me and Talia sitting on the opposite side, next to Mac. “Ah, so… this is your girlfriend?” I asked teasing him. I got one of his cute little bear growls and a glare. “No, she is not!” he snapped back, so I looked at Mac, who again rolled her eyes at me. “Mac, here’s your phone,” Tali told my friend quietly handing it over. “Are you having problems too?” I asked, she had a different phone to me and was on a different network. “Yeah, it’s been really glitchy of late,” Mac responded. “Why didn’t you give it your brother?” I suggested looking pointedly at Tobi. “Because he refused, told me not to bother him,” came the reply. “He sorted my phone out for me, only took a few minutes, but its running better than it has for ages,” I frowned wondering why he did my phone, but not his sisters’. “That’s because I used the coding then managed to bounce the signal off a few different satellites,” Tobi replied. “I did the same, did you-,” at that point I toned them out because sometimes the technical gobbledegook makes my head explode. “Back to school on Monday,” Kobe had to bring the whole table down. “Yeah, I’m not looking forward to it. We’ve got our mock GCSE exams soon,” I told them, “Getting us ready for next year,” “What’s your dad going to say about last night?” Mac asked. “If I see him,” I muttered then looked at her, “I’ll ask him about Uncle Charlie,” “You saw your Uncle last night,” Kobe said excitedly. “Briefly,” I replied and proceeded to tell him everything that had happened. “So what do you think was going on?” he asked and I hesitated, but he caught on, “You want to say something, don’t you?” “I don’t know, perhaps I’m letting my geekiness run away from me, but he seemed a bit like a zombie like from a horror movie,” “You have been watching too many movies,” Kobe laughed, but my eyes met Mac’s and I knew she agreed partially.
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    I never went to a camp like this either, but chapter two should be on the way soon!
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    Thank you, it's nice to get lovely comments. My biggest worry is the characters.
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    Cold water splashed over me, drawing me from an incredible dream. I spluttered, feeling the coldness begin to seep through my pyjama top. Looking around wildly, I found three boys sniggering at me. The middle one, grinning evilly, held the bucket. “Wet yourself again, I see, faggot,” Laurence taunted. Either side of him were his goon squad. His six foot frame blocked the light from the door and his bright blue eyes watched me with unadulterated glee. “What the hell?” I coughed, wiping the water away from my face. Looking down, I noticed all my bedsheets were wet. “You looked a little warm, so we thought we’d cool you down,” Laurence answered. Larry Knight was a bully, as simple as that. We were in a cabin as part of a program for the Junior Ambassador Program; someone had thought it would be wise to put Larry and his goons with me. “We’ve warned you before about messing with other campers,” a deep voice barked from the doorway and the three boys turned to look at Jamie Taylor, our counsellor. The nineteen-year-old glared at the three, “You three are to come with me immediately,” “See you later, fag,” Larry flipped me off and followed the counsellor out the door like he owned the place. He glared at my friend Kobe Fletcher on the way out but did not antagonise him. “Are you OK, Alex?” he asked concerned. I nodded, pulling all my bedclothes off the bed. Luckily, the water hadn’t seeped through to the mattress. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I glared at him. I know I should be thanking Kobe for getting the counsellor but I was a bit grumpy. “I knew you were up late on the laptop last night, so thought I’d let you sleep in on the last day of camp,” he shrugged, then grinned at me, “Do you want to get them back?” “How?” I asked as I began stripping off my clothes. He went over to his bunk and rummaged around, looking for something. He cried out happily and turned around to show me a red packet. I took it from his hand. It read ‘Itching Powder - For the enemy you wish to get revenge on’ “Itching powder? This is your great plan?” I stared at my friend, who broke out in a wide grin. “Yeah, dude, come on and let’s get the bastards back,” His grin was infectious, so I agreed. He grabbed another packet and we set out to spread it around Larry’s stuff. I picked up his swimming shorts, grinned at Kobe, and then layered the powder where his genitals would be. “Oh, you are evil!” “I think so, my hands are starting to itch a bit so I’m gonna take a shower,” I told him. “Dress warm, it’s a bit cold out there,” “’kay, I’m going down to the beach after,” I looked at my clock, seeing breakfast was effectively over. He nodded and I went off to the shower. Ten minutes later I emerged from the cabin. Who brings kids to a camp in the middle of November? I thought. “Did you see that fit bird I was with, on Halloween Bonfire?” Kobe asked. “I saw you with some girl, bet she’s a slapper,” I responded. “Actually, she’s from Oxford and highly sophisticated,” he shot back, trying to sound intelligent. “That’s like several hours from home, how are you going to see her?” I questioned. “Skype, maybe,” he shrugged and followed me down the stairs of the cabin. We followed the path to the main square. The Canteen was a hive of activity with people going in and out, but I ignored that and turned down one of the side routes towards the beach. Wintery sunlight filtered through the trees and we made our way down the now sandy path. “I wish I had my camera with me,” Kobe broke the silence. “Why didn’t you bring it?” I asked then added, “It’s really scenic down here,” “I had too much other stuff to pack,” “Like all the joke stuff?” I laughed at him. “Yeah, I can’t help it,” we laughed for a few minutes. “When we get back, maybe we should visit that spooky Cabal Manor,” I suggested to him. “Did you know it’s occupied again?” Kobe asked. “No, someone bought the old house?” “Apparently, thought it was a fixer-upper,” he responded. “How do you know this?” “Well, you know, Mum’s friend is a realtor, she was trying to get the owners to sell the place and eventually they caved in. They moved in about three months ago,” “They?” I asked surprised. “Mum said there are a man and his wife plus two kids, a boy and girl,” “That’s pretty specific, how did the realtor know that?” I asked, curious. Cabal Manor was quite interesting to me, I had snuck out a few times and… well, broke in to take a look around. “Mum and dad went as a welcoming committee to meet the folks and met the kids as well,” Kobe explained. “Wow, your parents really are the welcoming committee,” I looked at him, “Sometimes I don’t even think my dad knows Matty and I exist,” “I’m not sure, but last time I was there your dad called me Larry and went off muttering something about Project Horizon,” “Something to do with work, I reckon,” I answered, “He’s a still a civilian contractor for the MOD but works from home a lot,” “I do wish my dad was like yours,” Kobe sighed wistfully. “Ha! No, you don’t. Sometimes he forgets major events like birthdays and stuff, “I told him surprised, “At least your dad takes you and your sister out regularly,” “Well, you had to spoil the day by mentioning the brat,” Kobe wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Is she still acting up?” I asked. “She acts more like a teenager than a nine-year-old” he answered frustrated. We followed the winding dirt path. The only visible signs were cycling tracks and the occasional dog poo. “I’m just glad I don’t have a little sister,” I answered with a grin, “Have your parents done anything about her?” “They’ve tried; I think it’s one of her friends influencing her. Her friend, Jenna, has an older sister so they see and hear everything she does and try to copy her. Apparently Sarah has a boyfriend,” he shook his head in disbelief. “Really? Sweet innocent Sarah,” “Not so innocent and definitely not sweet,” Kobe snapped back. We emerged into the light, sand dunes growing up around us. I looked up to see a lone gun emplacement from World War II, now sadly graffitied and ruined by local yobs. The pair of us came out onto the beach to see several of the kids from the program either resting or mucking about. Dotted around were a few adults and counsellors watching over everyone. “Hey, I’m talking to you,” a voice intruded my thoughts so I turned to look at the blonde staring up at me from the beach, wearing a bikini despite the cold weather. “Mackenzie, what the hell are you wearing?” “You’re lucky you are my best friend, otherwise, you’d be on the floor with a broken knee,” she grunted. “I’ll catch up with you guys later,” Kobe looked into the distance seeing someone he was familiar with and hurried off. I dropped down onto the sand and looked over my friend. Mackenzie, Mac, was pretty. I mean, that’s if you’re into girls. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes and a figure to die for, which she was currently showing off in a two piece bikini. “What are you doing here?” I asked randomly. “Stupid Junior Ambassador Program that Mum and Dad signed us up for, duh,” she replied sarcastically. “I mean, why are you on the beach in a bikini in the middle of friggin’ November?” I asked the beautiful girl. I’m not sure where it had all gone wrong but she was popular at school and I’m not! “It’s not too cold,” she answered, but I could see the goose bumps on her skin. “Well, I’m cold looking at you, so put some clothes on,” I told her and she complied, almost reluctantly but I could see the grateful look on her face. My guess was that she had been trying to prove a point. If she had a point to prove, Mac went to extreme lengths to prove it, “So, I haven’t really seen you around much,” “I’ve been busy,” she looked away from me, avoiding my eyes. “Yeah, hanging around with queen bitch Michelle and the fantastic plastics,” I answered. “Doesn’t mean I’m becoming one of them,” She told me hotly with a glare, “It’s a bit hypocritical lumping me in with that lot,” “I know, but you are one of the most popular girls in school,” “That makes me bad?” she shot back. “No, but people assume,” “Well, you know what they say about assume,” she replied, “It makes an Ass out of u and me,” “I’m sorry,” I told her quietly, “I wouldn’t want people to assume things about me so it’s not right for me to do the same with you,” “It’s OK, I can understand the reasoning behind it,” Mac assured me then she softened, “I’m sorry we haven’t been hanging around much,” “Look, it’s OK, I’m fed up of being labelled a nerd too,” I correctly guessed why this year she had tried to get in with the popular group of kids. “Changing the subject, did you hear about that meteorite that hit parts of the US and Russia?” asked. “I know, weren’t there parts of Europe hit too?” I asked. “I bet your conspiracy nuts have something to say about that,” she returned and I grinned. I was just about to answer when this wet shaggy thing landed right on top of me. I’m not proud to admit that I screamed, then I realised it was someone in a wet suit. I dug my fingers into their sides and got a squeal of laughter from my unknown assailant. They struggled to push me away and eventually flopped onto his back, struggling for breath. I found myself looking into amber eyes full of intelligence and mischief. Tobi, Mac’s younger brother, was my other best friend despite the three year age gap. His long blond hair was matted with sea water, but his freckles were clear on his pale skin. “That’s the second time I’ve been soaked while clothed, little bear,” I grumbled, trying to brush the wet sand from jumper. “Why were you wet when clothed?” Mac asked at the same time Tobi growled like the little bear he is. I found it kinda cute. “Where’s Matty, Lexi?” Tobi is the only person I allow to call me Lexi, I hate that name. “Kitt and his goons decided to give me a bath to wake me up,” I told Mac, then turned to Tobi, “I haven’t seen Matty this morning,” “Larry is getting on my nerves, no one treats my bestie that way,” Zena warrior Princess stood up. I stared at her and knew this would be trouble; I couldn’t let a girl fight my battles. I’d never live high school down. I was just about to say something when a shout echoed across the beach. “Oi, Walker, you little faggot,” Larry had emerged from the path between the dunes, his hair wet as though he had just had a shower. Tom Johnson, his ever-present sidekick emerged behind him. “You better run because, when we get you, you’re dead meat,” “Alex, run,” Kobe shouted and I took off up the beach. I jumped over a towel and dodged another kid, throwing a ball and then found the other entrance to the beach. I turned my head to see Larry and Tom in quick pursuit but my smaller lighter body was perfect for running. It’s why I am on the cross country running team. I reached a junction and looked left and right. “You can run, but you can’t hide,” Laurence taunted. I turned left and found myself once again in the shelter of the trees. I could hear them panting behind me as they run to catch up. As I turned back to the path, I nearly tripped on a large vine but narrowly avoided face planting the floor. I emerged once again into a square and caught the sign for ‘Craft Corner’. There were three buildings in a half-moon shape. So I chose the closest one to me and yanked the door open, entering the room to find several kids and one adult staring at me. I must have looked a right mess, sand was stuck to my jumper and my hair was soaked through with sweat. My chest was heaving with exhaustion as I looked around at the boys and girls staring at me. “Mr. Walker, what can we do for you?” a stern looking woman eyed me up. “I, erm… I…” stuttering I realised this was one of the Food Technology rooms and Mrs. Abrahams, the Food Tech teacher from school, must be giving a cooking class. I noticed her eyes flicked over my shoulders, and then her face softened. “Well, I see you made it, a little late I might add,” She said brusquely then turned to the rest of the class, “Alex Walker is a Counsellor in Training, perhaps you would be so kind as to help Mr. Winters,” “Miss,” I replied, not sure what else to say as she gave an excuse to the class and directed me to a table with a younger boy on it. I followed her lead and took a place next to the Asian boy. I looked over the bowls he had prepared. “I’m Simon,” he introduced himself quietly, staring up at me. Though I’m short, I still had several inches on him. “Alex,” I returned. “I know who you are, you’re on the debate club and in the science club,” he replied excitedly. I groaned, I’d rather be known for being popular and cool but, unfortunately, I’m a first-class geek. “What are we making?” I asked, trying to distract him. Mrs. Abrahams was talking to the class, showing them all a recipe on the board. “Actually, we’re making a Victoria sponge cake,” Simon replied as he laid out his ingredients on the table. “How long has this class run?” I asked, not remembering seeing a list for cooking in the main tent. He looked at me as he began measuring some flour into a beaker. “The sessions have been every other day, while on the program. Mrs. Abrahams runs a class in school too. I love cooking,” he enthused, “I always watch re-runs of the Great British Bake-off. The early ones with Mary Berry,” “Oh yeah, they were the best,” I murmured, not having a clue what he was talking about. “So are any you good at cooking?” he asked. “I’m not too bad,” I returned modestly, “But I do miss Mrs. Abraham’s classes. She was one of my favourite teachers,” “Did you take something else for GCSE’s then?” He questioned, keeping himself busy measuring ingredients. “I took History,” I answered, watching over his shoulder. “Mr. Walker, would you be so kind as to walk around the room and check other people’s cooking,” Mrs. Abrahams voice spoke up so I looked up to see her checking me over carefully. “Of course, Miss,” I gave her a grin and patted the younger boy on the shoulder before moving on and checking them to see how they were doing. I looked around the group and noticed they were all lower years. There was another boy that looked a little like Simon. One girl with blonde pig tails was happily catting to her next door neighbour as she cooked. I noticed that she had a perfectly written list next to her and her eyes kept straying to it. “What’s your name?” “Izzy Carver,” she answered shyly. “I think your oven might be a little too hot, best to keep an eye on it,” I told her and gave her a smile. She immediately checked her oven and cakes, adjusting the temperature. I continued walking around, giving helpful hints for the next hour and a half. “Right, you have ten minutes before lunch bell, so please tidy up and put your cakes on the cooling rack,” Mrs. Abrahams called out. I helped to tidy up and soon all the kids had left, laughing and joking with each other. I was wiping down the top of one of the workstations when Mrs. Abrahams cleared her throat. “Are you alright?” she asked softly, I looked up to find her checking me from top to bottom. “I’m fine,” I answered, a little too defensively. “Are you being bullied?” she asked. “No, I’m not,” my first answer was abject denial, but I looked over her frowning expression and sighed, “It was just Larry and his goons chasing after me. I did play a prank on them,” “I’ve noticed you around school and you always seem to be on your own,” she stated. “I’m fine, I prefer to be alone,” I insisted, “Besides, I do have friends,” “Has he hurt you before?” Mrs. Abrahams asked, using a different tactic. “No, he just likes to call me insulting names,” I explained. “Well, there’s not much I can do here, but as soon as we return home I’m speaking to Mr. Knight’s, the Head of Year,” Mrs. Abrahams concluded and I knew the bullying would get worse. I was now a snitch! “Please, Miss, can’t you just leave it? He’s never hurt me and you know, sticks and stones, and all that,” I pleaded using the old rhyme. “No, it’s best that I speak to Mr. Thompson. Even if the boy is not hurting you, he’s getting far too big for his britches. I’ve caught him with other small kids, threatening them,” I breathed out a little bit, hopefully I wouldn’t be used far too much when Mrs. Abrahams had that conversation with the Year Nine Head of Year. “Goodbye, Miss,” I told her dejectedly and left the building, my mind completely elsewhere. “Got you,” a voice said as a pair of hands grabbed hold of me. I nearly cried out again, then realised the hands were smaller and the voice not as deep as Larry’s. I wrapped my arm around Tobi and gave him an instant noogie as his sister laughed, coming up on my other side. “Grr, when I get out of here I’m going to get you,” he yelled at me as tried to swing at me. I let him go and he fell on his rump. I laughed at him taking note of the dungaree’s he was wearing and his trademark Timberland boots. His mum hated this get up, but he usually wore it when he could get away with it. On my other side, Mac was now wearing a miniskirt and an American Lettermen Jacket. “We thought we would come and save you,” she laughed as I offered my hand to Tobi. He took my hand and let me pull him up; brushing off the sand I put my arm around him and squeezed his shoulders to let him know there was no hard feelings. “How did you know I was here?” “We overheard Frankenweenie and Igor moaning about you. What did you do to them?” “It wasn’t my fault,” I whined, “Kobe bought some itching powder with him and we spread it on their clothes,” “You are hilarious, Lexi,” Tobi laughed. Mac tried to give me a stern look, but couldn’t help giggling as we entered the main square of the camp. We followed the crowd of kids into the main building, a large wooden ‘cabin’ that held the kitchen and main dining area. I could already see Matty sitting with some of his friends as we joined the queue to grab some food from the hatch. Larry and Tom were glaring at me, but they wouldn’t try anything when there were several senior counsellors and the adults sitting down, eating. We grabbed our food and sat at one of the blue plastic tables and dug in. I was starving after having no breakfast. “So, what’s everyone got going on after lunch?” Tobi asked, taking a mouthful of food. “I’ve got a First Aid Course, and then I’m going into town,” I told them. “Great, I’m teaching that course,” Mac squealed. “You never told me,” I accused her. “Well technically I’m only the CIT, but after going to America last summer I want to help with the first aid training,” she explained, “I’ve already helped out on several sessions,” “That’s great,” I touched her shoulder, congratulating her. Her face lit up and I could see how excited she was to be teaching, “What about you, brat?” “You’re such a tool,” Tobi responded then fluttered his eyebrows like a girl, “I’ve got crafts then I’m going on the cinema trip,” “You’re such a baby! Why do you watch scary movies when you know you will have nightmares?” Mac kidded with her brother. “I’m not a baby!” he growled, but I could see his face going red and knew he was upset. “Tobi, I need your help. My phone has been playing up and you are the only person I can go to,” I told him, trying to encourage him. He smiled and his face lost the redness as he looked at me. “Sure, I can do that,” he replied. “Well, I’ve got to go help set stuff up,” Mac stated and disappeared with her plate. I noticed dinner was almost over so indicated for Tobi to follow me. We put our plates away and walked up towards the cabin, talking about things in general. When we entered my cabin, it was quiet. I immediately went to my bed. Each of the cabins had eight beds in their own little cubby holes with a cabinet and draws underneath the wooden frame of the bed. I grabbed the phone and handed it over to the boy. “I can see what the phone is doing; do you want a permanent fix or a temporary one?” He asked. “Well I’d like a permanent one, does that mean you’ll have to jailbreak it?” I asked, to which I received a dead stare as though I was stupid. “There’s been no need to jailbreak a phone in over a decade; jeez what year are you living in? The early naughties?” he taunted, his amber eyes glinting with mischief. “I’ll give you the naughties!” I returned and run at him. He squealed and laughed, dodging out the way he threw my phone on the bed. I managed to corner him then gave him a wicked grin. His eyes widened as I launched myself and began to tickle him without mercy. I knew how ticklish he really was so eventually I had him on the floor, tears leaking from his eyes as he laughed harder. “I’m gonna p-p-pee myself,” he wheezed, I was straddling him and stopping his legs from kicking up at me as I held his hands with one of mine. I lifted up a bit and that’s when I noticed a subtle shift. As Tobi’s breath began to slow he was looking at me, with a look I had never seen before and I couldn’t decipher what it meant. I got up moving back towards my bed. I noticed him give me a questioning look, but then the door opened and Larry walked in. “What are you doing in here, pipsqueak?” Larry asked nastily. “He’s sorting out my phone,” I snarled stepping in front of the smaller boy. “Might have guessed the fag would be here,” Larry taunted stepping up to me, only two inches taller than me, he was almost wide as I was tall. “Shall I go get a counsellor again?” I heard Kobe drawl, once again saving me. “No need, I’m leaving,” I told my friend and guided Tobi out the door and back towards the craft area. ~ “Knock, knock,” I heard a voice and looked up from my bed, where I was sat on my bed reading my laptop. Jamie, our counsellor was leaning on the frame of the door to the cabin. The First Aid Course had been really interesting and Mac had been really helpful. “Hey Jamie, how are you?” I asked, curious to see him in the cabin. As well as being our counsellor, he was also an instructor so I expected him to be instructing. “I’m really good but… I need to ask a favour,” straight to business, I liked that about the older boy. “Sure, if I can help I will,” “You might regret that,” he grinned, “I know you’re down on the list to go to town this afternoon, but I wondered if you’d chaperone some of the younger kids instead,” “Erm… Yeah, sure. What do you need help with?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “Well, we’re going to the movies to see the new Marvel film and we have an unusually high amount signed up,” he explained, “Mr. Roberts is going with some of the other counsellors but we thought we’d rope in a few CIT’s,” “Sure, let me go to the toilet ad grab my jacket,” I returned. It could be fun and the younger ones were always a bit of a laugh. I dashed to the toilet, then pulled out a jacket from the wardrobe and stuffed my wallet into my jeans pocket meeting Jamie outside, I closed the door behind me. We walked towards the car park chatting about films and about what he gets up to in his spare time. When we arrived there was two buses and about thirty children, aged from 6 to 15, milling around. Standing in front of the bus was Mr. Roberts, who looked a bit harried and six other helpers including four counsellors and two CIT’s roughly the same age as me. “Yes, Mr. Walker, Jamie tells me you are an excellent CIT,” Robert’s complimented me and I blushed. “It’s no issue, I’m glad to be here,” I told him and got onto one of the buses, where several of the kids called out to me. “Mr. Popular as well, I can see,” the man laughed and took a seat at the front of the bus. “When you’ve got a Rugrat for a brother, you get used to kids,” I responded laughing with him. “Hey, I heard that!” came a voice from one of the seats and I noticed my brother with some of his friends. Despite being on my own in school, the younger kids usually love me for some reason. It’s one reason I accepted the Counsellor-in-Training position for this camp thingy. I looked around and saw a boy in his early teens so I took a seat next to him. “Hi, I recognise you from somewhere,” I stated. “Our dad’s worked together in the military,” he replied. “Oh yeah, you were at that reunion a few months ago,” I remembered, “I’m Alex,” “I’m Nathan, erm, Nate,” he smiled. “Nice to meet you! So… is your Dad still in the military?” I asked, knowing my dad was only a civilian analyst. “Yeah, he’s the security chief for my local base. I didn’t think I’d see you again but your Dad comes to see mine once a month so thought that maybe he would bring you,” “He usually works from home,” I frowned, knowing he went out of town on business trips. Something wasn’t adding up, but an argument drew my attention and I had to sort them out. By now, the sky was darkening and we entered the nearest city. We passed through an ancient medieval gate and a few minutes later had parked up near a swimming pool. “Right, everyone off my bus!” Robert’s yelled and the children stampeded off the bus, assembling at the rear as the other bus spat out its load of kids too. Nate followed me off the bus at a more sedate pace. I stepped into the cool night and noticed Tobi standing under one of the lights; he was laughing and joking with some of his other friends. “Hello? Are you with me, Alex?” Jamie asked, breaking me from my reverie. “Sure, just letting my thoughts drift,” I returned. “That’s a bad idea,” he told me clapping me on the shoulder, taller than me by a few inches he was very fit and I must admit I had a bit of a crush on him. “So they roped you in?” Mac asked we began ushering the kids towards the cinema. “Yeah, Jamie asked me to come instead of just going into town,” I replied, “I didn’t realise you would be here too,” “I forgot to say when we were talking,” she shrugged her shoulders, “Can I ask you something? Have you noticed anything different with my brother?” “No, what do you mean?” I asked, suddenly nervous. Did she know about our little play fight earlier? Then I remembered, I was supposed to be one of his best friends. “Well… he seems awful quiet lately; I think he might be getting bullied,” “That could be the reason,” I told her as two of the girls began to call each other names. Mac gave me a weary look and went off to break up the fight. “Alex,” A voice from my elbow startled me and I realised Tobi was right beside me. I gave him a smile. “Oh! Hey, I forgot you were going to the cinema,” I replied then looked at him with a cheeky grin, “You know if it’s scary I’m not letting you sit on my lap again,” “I was about six, you dork,” he pushed me slightly, but laughed, “What are you doing here?” “Jamie, my Counsellor asked me,” “Wicked! It’ll be like a date,” Tobi said, not really thinking about what he was saying. As realisation dawned, his eyes widened and I was a little surprised. I leaned into him a little. “It’ll be our first date,” I told him playfully and smirked at him then fluttered my eyelids, “But you’ll have to buy the sweets,” “Sure thing,” He winked at me and went off. We got to the cinema and Robert’s rounded us up into a group. “Right, so tickets have all been bought. Make sure you get one from one of the Counsellor’s or CIT’s. We are in Screen Three,” He told us, “If you want sweets, groups of five may go with one of the supervisors,” “I want popcorn,” Matty piped up from my elbow and was surrounded by a group of his age group. Robert’s handed out the tickets and then I took my little group of five up to the counter to order sweets. We moved through the line quickly and I ordered their sweets for them and ushered them up the stairs into Screen Three. Robert was at the door making sure all the kids got in. As we entered, I was abandoned by Matty and his friends so I looked around to see Mac and a full row, then noticed Tobi had an empty seat next to him. I settled in and he gave me a grin. “Shook off your followers then?” “When they want something, they can’t get enough of me, but when I’m not needed I’m like yesterday’s trash,” I quipped. The theatre begun to darken and Tobi watched the adverts so seriously, I almost laughed. After the commercials, there came the trailers for new films then the movie began and I rested my arm on the rest. The film started off well, but my thoughts were occupied elsewhere; I wondered what was going on with Tobi and why Mac seemed so concerned. Two hours later we emerged to a fully darkened night. I was following behind a group of kids. “That was brilliant!” Matty crowed and went into detail with his friend. Tobi walked along one side of me, while Mac soon caught up and we walked silently towards the buses. I was about to ask Mac what she thought of the film when I noticed a commotion up ahead. “I wonder what’s going on over there.” Mac voiced my thoughts as the two of us watched the disturbance, but didn’t actually see what was going on. A lot of the kids were stood watching as well, while the Counsellors tried to get them back on task.
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    Project New Dawn

    Alex Walker is your average Kid, he loves computers and conspiracy theories. One bright Saturday he and his brother are wrenched from their normal lives and hidden in an underground bunker for six months. Alex must find out why he and the other children have been put down and survive to emerge from the bunker.
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    Lay Me Down

    I'm sorry but I could not finish it, the premise is there. Did you have an editor in the first two chapters because there are a lot of grammar mistakes. It's a interesting story but I would suggest less POV's, there are far too many. My suggestion would either cut the POV or go third person, which for this story would be perfect. Good luck with the story!
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    Chapter 1 - It's All In The Family

    A great continuation of Fearless, I read fearless elsewhere and was sad Clint and Travis never got together but I do like Zane.As I've read from your other responses you were considering continuing Fearless, I would like to have seen more from Clints point of view especially as him and Zane got together. Perhaps a chapter dedicated to each, usually I don't like different perspectices in one book but I love Clint. Great Story and Zane is certainly shaping u to be an interesting character.
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    Chapter 46 The Day After Day

    I wanted to wait until this chapter before reviewing, but I've spent the last few days reading your story and I absolutely love it!. Robbie is so awesome and I can certainly empathize with Robbie, I struggled with my sexuality for years until I was in my twenties. When I was younger, the world was not as liberal so it was harder to come out. I love Robbie and Nathan together and I really do hope Robbie comes out, I think Sue might know but I really don't like Nocola. Was she really like that in real life?
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    Welcome Friends

    I have to agree with everyone else, this is a fantastic story. You are an incredibly talented writer and I think i might have shed a tear or two reading this chapter. I'll be reading until the end but I hope you write more stories because you are brilliant!
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    The Long Way Home

    I would love to read it on Nifty, but I'm really enjoying it and hope Billy and Brett end up together
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    Chapter 20 - Just A Few Minutes More

    Tristan and Jesse are great together but Tristan really annoyed me at the beginning of the story. Please hurry and get another chapter ouy instead of making us wait another year. I think your like Jesse, you like writing but have all these ideas. I'm the same, I've got so many ideas in my head but I force myself to focus on one story, I write the other ideas down in a notebook and focus on the main story. It might be a suggestion to help you write one story at a time.
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    What are we going to do?

    Well I don't know what to say, the story has been an emotional one. I was so angry and sad that Ryan had been killed, I nearly stopped reading. Still, you are a brilliant writer. Please keep up the good work and I'll be reading as new chapters come out.

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