Tag: Colin

She ran up a fleet of stairs. Her breath ragged and rasping. “The soul catcher must be up here” she said. She rounded a corner and burst through a double doors. Up ahead in the long white corridor a ghost-like figure hovered off the ground.

She looked down and pulled her revolver from the holster. She rapidly raised her head and could feel the sweat trickling down her cheek. “But where did it go?” she shouted as she ran down the corridor. She rounded a sharp corner and sprawled to the ground. Suddenly she felt a figure pounce on her.

I took a sharp corner – my arm whacking off the crisp white wall. The art museum security guard was hot on my tracks. I slammed into a double doors and stumbled to the cold marble tiled floor. The guard burst through the door and tripped over me. He sprawled out on the floor and I elbowed his back. He howled in pain and I fled the scene. I turned another sharp corner and tripped. My head hitting a door. It flew open and I peered in. My eyes widened when I saw a crisp bar of gold. I stumbled over and tried lifting it. It was heavier than I expected. Suddenly I felt a dart of pain in my back. I howled in agony.

“Hand me the syringe, Civet” he called from the corner of the room.  Civet look at him with a bamboozled expression.

“Are you sure sir”? She called back.

“Sure I’m sure” He grumbled.

Civet opened a small drawer and took out a sharp syringe and walked over to him. Each stepped echoing through the grim room.

“Do you have the syrup, sir?” She said in a hushed voice.

He snatched the syringe and stuck the needle in a bottle. He walked through a pair of doubled doors and Civet followed. He was next to a Gigantic man and stabbed the man in the leg… Suddenly it came to life!!

I stepped out of my car about a mile from the castle. Knowing that Serpine would have his guards on the lookout. I turned the key in my 1994 Bentley and opened the door. I closed the door behind me and strolled along the dirt track. I touched my revolver in my pocket to make sure I had it. I could see the castle wall ahead and even more clearly see the robust guards. They held up their scythes and sprinted towards me. I could sense the danger and turned around. Lunging my body forward and breaking into a sprint, I eventually saw the car up ahead and jumped in. I turned the key but the engine only groaned. The guards had smashed the glass and opened the doors.

“This is the biggest youth cycling race in Ireland,” I thought to myself.

I hopped on my yellow Trek bicycle and cycled to the start line. I greedily pushed my way to the front. All the while my heart was beating in an erratic pattern from the unbearable excitement. I looked up as the robust commissaire warned us not to go on the wrong side of the road. He exclaimed it in a firm voice so that we got the message.

Eventually, he blew his black whistle and I pushed off. My breath was heavy as I broke away from the main bunch. Suddenly a car turned the sharp corner onto the road. I was desperate to pull my brakes but was not sure if I would get to them fast enough…

I saw the two status there before but I wondered had they moved. Surely not I thought, squinting my eyes. I was talking about the two bronze statues outside the local bank. On one of the statues the name Commander  Dan was engraved in the suit it wore. On the other General Jacob.

Was it a war I wondered as I walked past and sat on the bench next to the statues. Unexpectedly I felt a tap on my head. I turned around and saw nothing. I was very confused and stared back down at the erratic pattern of the pavement. Again I felt a tapping and stood up. This time I saw one of the statue’s mouth open.