Chapter 2 - my way ; )

OK, here's Chapter 2 of my ickle story. Chapter 1 can be seen hee towards the bottom of the page.

Enjoy...

In the begining...

A week had passed since the incident and Jim’s girlfriend, Sarah, had noticed changes in her boyfriend’s behaviour. Putting it down to shock of the mirror incident, she thought it would just be a phase that Jim would come out of when he was ready. Besides, she didn’t really need him. She always had Christine to satisfy her needs. At one point, Sarah was suspicious that Jim had found out about her love affair with her life long friend, but when she raised the subject he didn’t act as if he knew anything.

“I’m off over to Christine’s place to study hun!”

“OK, see you later”

Puunack rose from the chair and watched as Sarah drove off to the other side of town. The wings under his skin unfolded as he left the house through the back door and he took off. Once he was sure he was high enough not to be spotted, he flew in the direction of Christine’s flat. His enhanced vision was clearly able to see Sarah and Christine embrace as soon as the door was opened. Puunack couldn’t understand why he felt he had to see this, but something compelled him to do it.

Landing silently on the roof, he summoned a spell if seeing and a window was created that allowed him to see directly into the flat. Becoming enraged with what he saw (although not entirely sure why), he smashed his fist through the roof and dropped down beside the two terrorised lovers…

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“I’ve no idea either Mick.” said Sergeant Peter Walsh

“It sure as hell isn’t pretty Pete. They still haven’t found the heads.” whispered his counter-part, Michael Fitzgerald.

In the 12 years they’d both shared as Gardaí, neither man had seen anything like the carnage and amount of blood left after this attack.

“I think it’s safe to say, we’re in way over our heads Mick.”

“Time to make the call?”

“Yeah.”

Back at the station house, Sergeant Walsh nervously picked up the phone.

“I heard all about it and have been expecting your call Sergeant.”

“Can you help?”

“I’m not sure, it already be may be that the creature has grown sufficiently to be able to oppose anything we could do to stop it.”

“Can’t you use a crucifix or silver bullets or something?!?”

“This isn’t one of those television series that men everywhere adore because of the leading actress’, talents. This is reality. However, I may know someone that can help. Wait for my call in one hour.”

“I’ll talk…” but the line was already dead.

“Would you like to explain what the hell that was all about?”

“I’m sorry Garda Mullins, are sergeants supposed to report to you now?”

Realising his mistake and seeing the raw anger in his superior’s eyes, Eugene Mullins quickly apologised and found something better to do.

“If he find’s out, there’s gonna be trouble.”

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No one knew his name – he didn’t know it himself. All he knew was a life of solitude and meditation. He knew that his time was coming – a dream told him so. Strangely, this was the only aspect of his dream he could remember. He usually remembered more as he had trained himself to do so. While this was troubling for him, he didn’t let it distract him too much as he now had too much work to do.

Still, he sat at his screen, updating the various worms he had around the Internet, making sure his bank balances were in order. He needed to buy firearms and fast. No one had ever told him how to do it, he just knew. At first the sensation of typing line after line of code which he understood nothing of felt frightening. However, when the first interest cheque arrived to his hut, he didn’t let it worry him any more.

Glancing around the room, he saw the faces of old friends and enemies. He felt a kind of sorrow when he did this, but he did it none the less. He was the last of a special breed and he knew his end was coming soon. A tear glistened in his one human eye as he returned to his finances. He had to find the contact soon or it would all have been for nothing.

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All the best,

Dav
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