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The Night It Happened (standard:fantasy, 2388 words)
Author: Shadow ScribeAdded: Sep 23 2007Views/Reads: 3166/2198Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A boy gets lured into an alley way, where somthing amazing and unnatural happens that he will never forget
 



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sacks that littered the alley floor, or even from the corpse of a fox 
that was lying in a nearby corner, it was a smell far worse than that, 
it smelt like something that couldn't possible be normal, I could smell 
that something was wrong, something was not right. The deathly smell 
should have been enough of a warning for me to turn back and run as 
fast as I could back home. But I continued into the alley, the boy 
reached the end of the alley way, it appeared to be a dead end, I 
forgot the vile smell and smirked at the prospect of retaking my phone 
from the little thief. I slowed to a walk, and began to advance further 
into the gaping jaws of the dark alley way, the boy continued to try to 
turn around franticly searching for an exit. I was several meters away 
from him, my smile had vanished and it was replaced by a beast like 
snarl, I froze for several seconds staring at the boy, feeling like a 
gladiator in a coliseum about to finish off a lesser opponent. 

I began marching towards the boy, and entered further into the darkness
of the dirty alley, navigating my way through the discarded bin bags 
and trash cans. As I got nearer the boy, I sensed something further was 
amiss. His once scared and desperate expression had turned to a smug 
grin; he relaxed and stared straight back at me.” 

“Oi!” said someone from behind me. My heart skipped a beat and I jumped
into the air as shock and sheer fear rippled through my body, I 
cautiously wheeled around on the balls of my feet to see who had 
spoken. Standing in the entrance to the alley were two men, it was hard 
to make out their features through the dense darkness but they looked 
well built and the size of fully grown adults. I backed down the alley 
a few steps and quickly glanced over my shoulder; the boy was gone. The 
two men started striding towards me; I let out a girlish whimper and 
spun around and fled a few precious feet to the alley end, and started 
desperately scrambling with everything within reach. I frantically 
opened bins, and searched the floor for anything of use, anything that 
could somehow save me. A harsh laugh penetrated the darkness and rang 
through the alley way. “You have knower to go kid, hand over everything 
on you and we may let you go” I felt a tiny wave of relief wash over me 
as I realised that the approaching men were probably mere muggers not 
murderers, or kidnapers, but that small burst of relief was immediately 
shattered as the couple of men got within arms reach distance. 

The first thing I noticed was the strong stench of smoke and alcohol
coming from the pair. They were both wore similar tight jeans, one wore 
a pink shirt and the other a black leather jacket. They looked as if 
they were in their mid thirties, and both appeared to have the same 
physique as the professional boxers that I watch on TV every Saturday 
night. 

The leather jacket cracked his knuckles and looked down at me, he
sniffed loudly then spoke, and his words were slurred but delivered in 
a menacing and threatening tone. “Sunny-jim, this how it's going to 
work, your going to empty your bloody pockets, hand everything over to 
me then-” He was interrupted by my phone ringing. The nokia theme tune 
rang through the air, and the screen light up, it was lying between two 
sacks of rubbish. The leather jacket turned his head to try to spot the 
phone; the pink shirt was quicker and was already running towards the 
phone. Without even thinking I saw my chance, I ducked past the leather 
jacket and had already taken a few steps before he realised I had made 
a break for it, I could hear him spin around and curse loudly; I 
continued to sprint towards the exit of the alley, towards safety and 
help. I could hear the footsteps gaining on me, adrenaline kicked in 
and I felt a renewed burst of energy and I gathered more speed, I 
glanced backwards quickly, they were still following me, sprinting 
blindly towards me snarling like dogs. I turned my head forward the 
right way, just in time for my eyes to widen in surprise and fear as a 
couple of metal bins appeared out of nowhere, I gasped then tripped 
over them and flew to the rough floor, my bid for freedom had been 
stopped. I fought back the tears of self pity that were forming at the 
back of my eyes. My legs ached and my hands were cut from the sharp and 
rough ground. I screwed my eyes tight shut, willing to be anywhere 
except in the dark alley way with the two muggers. 

A large pair of hands clamped around my neck and forcefully hauled me up
to my feet, I did not resist, they had won, I had expended the last of 
my energy and was at their mercy. “Help” I muttered under my breath to 
nobody in particular. I was pinned against the wall by pink shirt, 
whilst leather jacket spat on me. He pressed his nose right up against 
mine, and then said “That wasn't a very nice thing to do was it 
sunny-jim, you're going to regret that” I groaned and slumped forwards, 
letting gravity pull my body down to the ground, but pink shirt held me 
tight up against the wall so that I could feel the un even brick work 
dig into my back. “Help me, someone, and anyone” I groaned wearily. One 
of the men let out a shrill laugh, my eyes kept closing and I felt like 
I was about to pass out. I felt hands force their way into my pockets. 
“That's worth a bit” one of them said. My eyes opened again, leather 
jacket was holding my ipod, wallet and keys, he thrust them into his 
pocket and smiled smugly. Pink Shirt tightened his grip on me, thrust 
me further back into the wall and spat through his teeth “Now you 
little squirt, me and my mate here are going to walk out this alley 
way, your going to go home to your little mummy and say you got lost, 
because if you mention anything to do with us (At which point he drew 
his finger across his neck) me and my mate here may have to pay you a 
visit eh, and your mum too” The other one laughed, it was a shrill 
cackle. I found myself nodding to show I understood even though I only 
half hard what he had said, pink shirt let me go and started walking 
back down the alley way. I slumped to the ground weakly, and watched 
the two muggers' strole casually down the alley; I closed my eyes and 
took a deep breath. 

That's when it happened. I heard one of the muggers curse in
frustration, I opened my eyes and propped myself up on my elbow. I 
managed to frown in confusion. At the very end of the alley way, unless 
my eyes were tricking me, stood a figure holding some sort of pole. I 
couldn't make out any details except that the new figure was average 
adult eight. The two muggers stopped, and gawped stupidly at the new 
arrival, considering how much of a threat they were. What happened next 
happened so fast I wasn't completely sure what had happened at first. 
The hooded figure seemed to smack his pole off the ground, and leather 
jacket gave a grunt of surprise then was thrown back into the air and 
slammed against the brick wall with a crunch, his body then dropped to 
the ground with a crash and joined the rest of the trash. Pink shirt 
gasped then opened his mouth and began to talk extremely fast “Look it 
wasn't me I didn't hurt him I tried to stop him, I-” The liar was cut 
short, he was lifted off his feet into the air till he was shoulder 
height and flew back the length of the alley, over my head and slammed 
against the far wall with a sickening crunch. I felt bile rising in my 
throat and turned my head to the side and puked up all over the ground. 
I saw the figure walking slowly up to me, his stride was slow and 
measured, in his right hand he bore a wooden staff, he wore a long 
black cloak, and a hood covered his head and most of his face. He bent 
down beside me and dropping his staff he supported my head and quietly 
murmured “its ok, it's ok, and I'm here now.” Then it all went black. 


   


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