Sunday, 24 January 2016
"The Two Bens" Episode Three: "MUTATIONS"
EPISODE THREE: MUTATIONS
Ben sortly arrived at Shakey Jake's new laboratory, accompanied by Kyle, Katie and Corinne. Jake had bought a run down farm in rural Cabridgeshire and converted one of the barns into a lab. They walked in to find Jake sat behind a sophisticated computer screen, surrounded by technology. The laboratory was full of equipment, there were psychedelic posters on the walls and towards the far end of the room, rather incongruously, an old vinyl turntable was playing a vinyl copy of Jimi Hendrix's "Electric Ladyland". Jake looked up:
"Hey cats, like you won't believe what I've found out. Come and look at this."
They crowded round the computer screen which featured a map of Cambridge with a series of red and blue glowing dots and complex annotations.
"So what are we looking at Jake?" Ben asked.
"Hey man, like the red dots are where there is residual void displacement following someone recently being taken by the void. The blue indicate residual void displacement after someone has been returned by the void. Note that they are in the same place virtually, almost joined. Crazy man."
Ben looked bemused:
"I don't get it Jake."
"Man, the void like never returnes people in the exact same locations not when its like natural void activity. Its always like random. This is weird man, far out. I reckon something's co-ordinating all of this. Wow."
Ben was about to reply when Corinne Shaw held up her smartphone:
"Ok, its looks like there's just been another incident. One of these mutations has just attacked a group of schoolkids the other side of town. Its all over the internet. The music teacher fought it off but was killed in the process, it wrenched her head and broke her neck. According to this it then went into the nearby Tescos and made off with a load of liver from the fresh meat counter."
Ben was concerned:
"These things clearly crave blood and offal for some reason, based o the injuries we've heard are inflicted on the victims. Eyeballs too for some reason. Not pleasant and rather unsavoury. We must stop this one before it attacks any more children. Any ideas?"
"Like yeah man, I know just the guy. Come on", Jake exclaimed.
A short time later Ben and the others were following Jake's van in their car. Jake owned an old Volkswagen van which was painted in psychedelic colours. He called it the Love Mobile. Eventually the Love Mobile turned down an old farm track and after hald a mile they came to a dilapidated farm house. They stopped by some rusty farm equipment as an old farmer hobbled towards them:
"How do young Jake. What brings ye all to these 'ere parts?" he exclaimed.
"Like hi Len, great to see you man. Hey cats, this is my buddy Len. He's groovy" Jake enthused. Katie Ryan frowned:
"He must be going senile or need glasses if he calls you "young Jake" she tersely stated.
"Hey babe, Len's 89 years old. Like respect babe, respect".
Ben stepped forward:
"Can we cut to the chase please Jake. Why have you brought us to this dump?" he asked.
"Hey cats, Len here has a huge jar of strychnine in his shed. He used to use it to kill rabbits and foxes. Bad vibes all round. I turned him onto a new way, growing organic herbs for enhancing the positive mansions of the mind. Its a groovy project of mine to help small farmers turn away from destuctive methods to new more profitable ventures."
Ben frowned:
"Much as I admire your altruism Jake, exactly where is this leading?" he asked. Len prodded Ben with his finger:
"Now look 'ere young 'un. I recon Jake 'ere wants me jar of Strychnine. I still keeps it in me shed in case I needs it for me woife an meself if we goes senile. I ain't goin' in no home."
Later, having visited a butchers on the way back from the farm, Kyle helped Jake to tip some of the strychnine into buckets of offal, then stir it in.
"OK, we'll leave these buckets in strategic places around Cambridge after dark. The police are imposing a curfew for us. This will deal with the immediate problem of the mutations. However we still have the bigger issue to wrestle with; namely what is causing these people to be taken by the void and to return in this state."
They drove around Cambridge in the Love Mobile, leaving the buckets of offal on the pavements and in darkened alleys. Then they returned to Ben's apartment for a business meeting. Paul Farraday had prepared some bagels and salad and poured himself and Ben a large Martini each.
"While you've been away Ben, we've discovered something rather alarming. Adam here *gestures to Adam Wooten* has just returned from examining the bodies of that couple found by the milkman. He tested them with the void residue amogrifier. There is no doubt about it. Those corpses have not just been in the void. They've been in another dimension."
Ben swirled his glass of Martini round and round, deep in thought. Suddenly he sprang up:
"This is impossible. There must be an error*flashing Adam a look of desire* not by Adam I emphasise. Adam always makes the right moves. I mean with the equipment."
As Ben speaks, Corinne rushes in from the kitchen holding her smartphone:
"Ben turn on the television now. You won't believe what's happening".
Ben picks up the handset and turns on his large, high definition plasma smart-tv. He sees images of soldiers appearing out of nowhere and people running and screaming. Accross the screen is written, "BREAKING NEWS: UK UNDER ATTACK" .
Ben is concerned:
"This is serious guys. Those soldiers are just materialising there. I suspect that we are being invaded by forces from another dimension...."
.............. to be continued.
Saturday, 9 January 2016
"THE TWO BENS" Episode Two "Deadly Dangerous Now"
EPISODE TWO: DEADLY DANGEROUS NOW
It was a milkman on his early morning rounds who found the bodies. As his milk float glided down the dark Cambridge street, he saw two figures slumped in a shop doorway. Initially he thought that it was a couple of down-and-outs until he caught sight of the young man's mutilated face and held his mouth in a vain attempt to avoid vomiting. The couples' eyes had been gouged out and their faces and hands clawed to ribbons.
Ben Chatham was enjoying his continental breakfast of croissants, organic jam and Columbian Blue Ridge coffee while lounging on his leather sofa wearing his exclusive Harrods dressing gown. The digital radio was tuned into Radio Cambridge which was playing an excerpt from Faure's Requiem. Then the local news came on and Ben sat up sharply:
"Police are investigating the discovery of two bodies in the doorway of Lasson's Art Dealers in Long Wyre Street. Unconfirmed reports suggest that a young couple have been the victims of a vicious fatal attack."
Ben looked across at Kyle who was munching a bacon sandwich:
"Am I right in my recollection that there was a similar incident only a few days ago Kyle, a young couple killed in a frenzied attack with no obvious motive?" Ben asked.
"Yeah. It was in the Cambridge Echo like. Katie was bangin' on about it."
Ben sipped his coffee:
"I suppose it could be a coincidence. Anyway, we need to pay a visit to Shakey Jake this morning as he indicated at the end of last night's meeting that he may be able to trace the source of all this void activity."
As Ben spoke his mobile rang. He picked it up and heard the distinctive voice of Barry Tuck, waiter at the Mermaid Wine Bar (played by Johnny Vegas):
"Ay its me, Barry. Ere I hope your sober and not pissed up as its all kickin' off round 'ere and you lot will wanna see what's in our back yard. The coppers are here."
In a short while Ben and Kyle were outside the Mermaid Wine Bar, joined by Katie Ryan and Corinne Shaw, whom Ben had texted. A row of police vehicles were outside and a cordon, however Ben showed the police his Operation Delta card.
"What's occuring officer?" he asked.
"We've got some kind of creature cornered in the yard behind there. Deformed."
Ben and the others ran down the side alley and saw a group of policemen standing by some old beer barrels. In the corner of the yard was a monstrous distorted man or creature which looked like a cross between the elephant man and Quasimodo. It snarled and clawed at the air like a dog, huge slivers of saliva dripping from its twisted mouth. It wore jeans and a tee-shirt, which were ripped and bloodstained. Ben gazed at the figure:
"Ok, that is certainly a man there, or once was", he shouted.
"Bloody hell, that thing is a man? Its more like a friggin' ape" the police officer replied.
Ben approached the snarling figure:
"I'm Ben Chatham. We are not here to harm you. Please try to calm down."
The creature made a gurgling sound and stood to its feet. It made a lunge for Ben, however the policeman pulled out a taser and fired. The creature fell to the floor with a shrieking sound and a group of officers fell upon it, holding it down. Barry Tuck approached Ben:
"Ay I told you you'd wanna see that fucker. Horrible innit. *Noticing Corinne* Hey up love, I ain't seen you 'ere for a bit. Hows about we go for a drink later, you've got a crackin' arse and that skirt shows it off well an' proper. Hows about a quick feel."
Corinne shot him an icy stare:
"Mr Tuck. Please feel free to drop dead. *To Ben* Ben I assume that you've reached the same conclusion that I have."
Ben looked up, concerned:
"Oh yes. That unfortunate guy looks like a void mutation."
On the way to Shakey Jake's, Ben explained to Kyle what a void mutation is:
"Occasionally when the void sucks in someone it deposits them somewhere dangerous, such as a burning planet or a war zone riddled with chemical weapons. Then at some point the victim is returned but deformed or injured. The problem with that guy however is that the deformities looked beyond normal burns or war wounds. His eyes were literally in the wrong place, his hands were animal claws."
"So like what do you think did that to 'im?" Kyle asked.
"I'm not sure. Its worrying me Kyle."
The other side of Cambridge, the children were arriving at Riverside Primary School, where the Headmistress, Anita Dobson, was ferrying them into the main hall for assembly. Miss Ethersley, the music teacher, was playing the tune of "Michael Row the Boat Ashore" on the old school piano. Once the children were inside the hall, Mrs Dobson strode to the front, clapping her hands:
"Children, please be silent. We will now all say the Lord's Prayer together *pointing* John Hodges, kindly refrain from punching Tommy or you will be made to stand in the bin in the corner for two hours. Now, after me children:
"Our father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name....."
Suddenly the door to the hall flew open and a grotesque, deformed wreck of a man staggered in, making unnatural grunting sounds, it lunged at the children with its claws.........
.......to be continued.
It was a milkman on his early morning rounds who found the bodies. As his milk float glided down the dark Cambridge street, he saw two figures slumped in a shop doorway. Initially he thought that it was a couple of down-and-outs until he caught sight of the young man's mutilated face and held his mouth in a vain attempt to avoid vomiting. The couples' eyes had been gouged out and their faces and hands clawed to ribbons.
Ben Chatham was enjoying his continental breakfast of croissants, organic jam and Columbian Blue Ridge coffee while lounging on his leather sofa wearing his exclusive Harrods dressing gown. The digital radio was tuned into Radio Cambridge which was playing an excerpt from Faure's Requiem. Then the local news came on and Ben sat up sharply:
"Police are investigating the discovery of two bodies in the doorway of Lasson's Art Dealers in Long Wyre Street. Unconfirmed reports suggest that a young couple have been the victims of a vicious fatal attack."
Ben looked across at Kyle who was munching a bacon sandwich:
"Am I right in my recollection that there was a similar incident only a few days ago Kyle, a young couple killed in a frenzied attack with no obvious motive?" Ben asked.
"Yeah. It was in the Cambridge Echo like. Katie was bangin' on about it."
Ben sipped his coffee:
"I suppose it could be a coincidence. Anyway, we need to pay a visit to Shakey Jake this morning as he indicated at the end of last night's meeting that he may be able to trace the source of all this void activity."
As Ben spoke his mobile rang. He picked it up and heard the distinctive voice of Barry Tuck, waiter at the Mermaid Wine Bar (played by Johnny Vegas):
"Ay its me, Barry. Ere I hope your sober and not pissed up as its all kickin' off round 'ere and you lot will wanna see what's in our back yard. The coppers are here."
In a short while Ben and Kyle were outside the Mermaid Wine Bar, joined by Katie Ryan and Corinne Shaw, whom Ben had texted. A row of police vehicles were outside and a cordon, however Ben showed the police his Operation Delta card.
"What's occuring officer?" he asked.
"We've got some kind of creature cornered in the yard behind there. Deformed."
Ben and the others ran down the side alley and saw a group of policemen standing by some old beer barrels. In the corner of the yard was a monstrous distorted man or creature which looked like a cross between the elephant man and Quasimodo. It snarled and clawed at the air like a dog, huge slivers of saliva dripping from its twisted mouth. It wore jeans and a tee-shirt, which were ripped and bloodstained. Ben gazed at the figure:
"Ok, that is certainly a man there, or once was", he shouted.
"Bloody hell, that thing is a man? Its more like a friggin' ape" the police officer replied.
Ben approached the snarling figure:
"I'm Ben Chatham. We are not here to harm you. Please try to calm down."
The creature made a gurgling sound and stood to its feet. It made a lunge for Ben, however the policeman pulled out a taser and fired. The creature fell to the floor with a shrieking sound and a group of officers fell upon it, holding it down. Barry Tuck approached Ben:
"Ay I told you you'd wanna see that fucker. Horrible innit. *Noticing Corinne* Hey up love, I ain't seen you 'ere for a bit. Hows about we go for a drink later, you've got a crackin' arse and that skirt shows it off well an' proper. Hows about a quick feel."
Corinne shot him an icy stare:
"Mr Tuck. Please feel free to drop dead. *To Ben* Ben I assume that you've reached the same conclusion that I have."
Ben looked up, concerned:
"Oh yes. That unfortunate guy looks like a void mutation."
On the way to Shakey Jake's, Ben explained to Kyle what a void mutation is:
"Occasionally when the void sucks in someone it deposits them somewhere dangerous, such as a burning planet or a war zone riddled with chemical weapons. Then at some point the victim is returned but deformed or injured. The problem with that guy however is that the deformities looked beyond normal burns or war wounds. His eyes were literally in the wrong place, his hands were animal claws."
"So like what do you think did that to 'im?" Kyle asked.
"I'm not sure. Its worrying me Kyle."
The other side of Cambridge, the children were arriving at Riverside Primary School, where the Headmistress, Anita Dobson, was ferrying them into the main hall for assembly. Miss Ethersley, the music teacher, was playing the tune of "Michael Row the Boat Ashore" on the old school piano. Once the children were inside the hall, Mrs Dobson strode to the front, clapping her hands:
"Children, please be silent. We will now all say the Lord's Prayer together *pointing* John Hodges, kindly refrain from punching Tommy or you will be made to stand in the bin in the corner for two hours. Now, after me children:
"Our father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name....."
Suddenly the door to the hall flew open and a grotesque, deformed wreck of a man staggered in, making unnatural grunting sounds, it lunged at the children with its claws.........
.......to be continued.
Tuesday, 22 December 2015
THE TWO BENS: Episode 1 "Reality Implodes"
EPISODE ONE: REALITY IMPLODES
It came from the sewer. A twisted, deformed inversion of a human being, dragging itself along the dark, rain-drenched street in search of food. It stumbled quickly, breathing in deep, rattling, snore-like gasps. As it turned a corner it saw two young women stagger out the side door of a club, the first one tripping on the pavement and falling over. It moved back into the shadows and waited. One of the girls helped the other to their feet and they stumbled along:
"Hang on San, I'll phone us a taxi" one of the girls spoke. It heard but did not register the words, which could no longer penetrate the misty recesses of its shattered mind. It moved quickly, leaping on the girl with the phone, clawing, tearing. It bit deep and felt the warm blood spurt....
Niko put on his motorbike helmet and rode out of the side exit of the Pizzaland car park, five large pizzas in his shoulderbag. He hated his job but most of all he hated delivering to students in their posh Cambridge halls of residence. Maybe he'd stop along the way and spit on the pizzas but then again maybe not. He couldn't be bothered. Tomorrow would be his last day in this dump. He was heading for London and a proper job training in a Michelin star restaurant. As Niko drove fast down Lonsdale Street, a brilliant white light flashed out in front of him. His bike skidded on its side and crashed into a parked car, bits flying into a shop window. Niko was gone.
Ben Chatham and Katie Ryan arrived at Ben's Cambridge apartment to the sound animated discussion and raised voices. As Ben entered the apartment, he saw the whole Operation Delta lead team seated around on the sofas in the midst of a tense discussion. Paul Farraday stood up and greeted Ben:
"Hi Ben. Sorry we had to end your night out but something serious has come up and I thought it warranted a full emergency meeting. Can I get you a drink?"
Ben saw that Paul had brought a range of refereshments for the meeting:
"Thanks Paul, I'd really like a Martini with ice". Paul fetched Ben the drink while Corinne Shaw handed out briefing notes to the rest of the team. She began the introduction:
"As you can see if you glance down the first page of the handout, there have been over a hundred unexplained disappearances in the south-east in the last two weeks. Far higher than average and all of them able-bodied young men and women in their early twenties. Most of them are in London but really these cases cover a wide area. There have been six in Cambridge...."
"Hey babe, tell Ben about the void activity reading. This is heavy stuff", Shakey Jake interrupted, smoking a roll up cigarette between his browned fingers. Corinne cast him a stern look:
"I was coming to that Jake. Please let me explain, then we can have a general discussion."
"Hey babe, don't get heavy with me ". Corinne continued:
"As I was saying before Jake interrupted me, these cases are far too numerous to be usual void activity and Jake's void monitoring equipment confirms this. However this is only the beginning of our problems. Ben, we have detected problems with the very fabric of reality. Another universe is trying to break into ours."
Ben sipped his Martini:
"How do you know this?"
"As you know Ben, when Torchwood became defunct, they passed much of their equipment on to us. Jake and Keith have been keeping a close watch on void activity."
Paul Farraday pulled some photographs from a file and threw them across Ben's coffee table:
"And there's these...."
The photos depicted a series of mauled and mutilated corpses. Katie Ryan frowned:
"Paul do we really need to see these again."
"I'm trying to impress on everyone what has been happening. A spate of unexplained deaths, each victim horribly mutilated."
Ben stood up:
"OK, thanks for the briefing Corinne and Paul, but I think we need a short break after the sight of those. How about I order up some food, as I suspect this meeting will be a long one. The Blue Angel has a home delivery service. Luigi will take the orders *gestures to Luigi*. Meanwhile I'll play you my exclusive advance copy of David Bowie's new cutting edge jazz influenced album "Blackstar". It isn't officially released yet, but David sent me a personally signed copy".
Ben put the CD on while Luigi phoned out for the food. Ben went over to Adam Wooten, who was sat talking to Chiara Smith:
"Adam, can I have a word please." They went into the kitchen.
"Look Adam, I wanted to say how good it is to see you again. I'm sorry I haven't phoned you for ages, but you know how it was. I was wrapped up in that awful marriage." Adam put his hand on Ben's shoulder and the kissed.
Back in the lounge, Corinne was sipping a large glass of white wine:
"In many ways I'm pleased to have a major work case to throw myself into. Otherwise it would be another Christmas of listening to my parents moaning about the state of the economy and their business problems. Not a pleasant fate". As she spoke the doorbuzzer went. Paul was standing near to the door and opened it. Kian from the Blue Angel came into the apartrment carrying a large tray of food, followed by another youth.
"Hi , We've come to deliver this order for Ben Chatham".
Ben emerged from the kitchen:
"Can someone please clear space on the table for the food. Hello Kian." Kian winked at Ben and placed the food on the table. He gestured for Ben to follow him out into the hallway:
"Will you be wanting any special services ? This is Joe by the way." Joe smiled at Ben.
"I'm sorry Kian but I'm too busy tonight unfortunately."
"Ok not to worry, see ya".
Ben went back into the apartment and started eating a greek salad.
As the rain poured down on the Cambridge street, the manhole cover was slowly raised and thrown to oneside. It pulled itself up into the street, foam dripping from its twisted mouth as it panted. It heard voices in a doorway. A young couple, out on their first date were kissing and laughing. It moved towards them fast......
..........to be continued.
It came from the sewer. A twisted, deformed inversion of a human being, dragging itself along the dark, rain-drenched street in search of food. It stumbled quickly, breathing in deep, rattling, snore-like gasps. As it turned a corner it saw two young women stagger out the side door of a club, the first one tripping on the pavement and falling over. It moved back into the shadows and waited. One of the girls helped the other to their feet and they stumbled along:
"Hang on San, I'll phone us a taxi" one of the girls spoke. It heard but did not register the words, which could no longer penetrate the misty recesses of its shattered mind. It moved quickly, leaping on the girl with the phone, clawing, tearing. It bit deep and felt the warm blood spurt....
Niko put on his motorbike helmet and rode out of the side exit of the Pizzaland car park, five large pizzas in his shoulderbag. He hated his job but most of all he hated delivering to students in their posh Cambridge halls of residence. Maybe he'd stop along the way and spit on the pizzas but then again maybe not. He couldn't be bothered. Tomorrow would be his last day in this dump. He was heading for London and a proper job training in a Michelin star restaurant. As Niko drove fast down Lonsdale Street, a brilliant white light flashed out in front of him. His bike skidded on its side and crashed into a parked car, bits flying into a shop window. Niko was gone.
Ben Chatham and Katie Ryan arrived at Ben's Cambridge apartment to the sound animated discussion and raised voices. As Ben entered the apartment, he saw the whole Operation Delta lead team seated around on the sofas in the midst of a tense discussion. Paul Farraday stood up and greeted Ben:
"Hi Ben. Sorry we had to end your night out but something serious has come up and I thought it warranted a full emergency meeting. Can I get you a drink?"
Ben saw that Paul had brought a range of refereshments for the meeting:
"Thanks Paul, I'd really like a Martini with ice". Paul fetched Ben the drink while Corinne Shaw handed out briefing notes to the rest of the team. She began the introduction:
"As you can see if you glance down the first page of the handout, there have been over a hundred unexplained disappearances in the south-east in the last two weeks. Far higher than average and all of them able-bodied young men and women in their early twenties. Most of them are in London but really these cases cover a wide area. There have been six in Cambridge...."
"Hey babe, tell Ben about the void activity reading. This is heavy stuff", Shakey Jake interrupted, smoking a roll up cigarette between his browned fingers. Corinne cast him a stern look:
"I was coming to that Jake. Please let me explain, then we can have a general discussion."
"Hey babe, don't get heavy with me ". Corinne continued:
"As I was saying before Jake interrupted me, these cases are far too numerous to be usual void activity and Jake's void monitoring equipment confirms this. However this is only the beginning of our problems. Ben, we have detected problems with the very fabric of reality. Another universe is trying to break into ours."
Ben sipped his Martini:
"How do you know this?"
"As you know Ben, when Torchwood became defunct, they passed much of their equipment on to us. Jake and Keith have been keeping a close watch on void activity."
Paul Farraday pulled some photographs from a file and threw them across Ben's coffee table:
"And there's these...."
The photos depicted a series of mauled and mutilated corpses. Katie Ryan frowned:
"Paul do we really need to see these again."
"I'm trying to impress on everyone what has been happening. A spate of unexplained deaths, each victim horribly mutilated."
Ben stood up:
"OK, thanks for the briefing Corinne and Paul, but I think we need a short break after the sight of those. How about I order up some food, as I suspect this meeting will be a long one. The Blue Angel has a home delivery service. Luigi will take the orders *gestures to Luigi*. Meanwhile I'll play you my exclusive advance copy of David Bowie's new cutting edge jazz influenced album "Blackstar". It isn't officially released yet, but David sent me a personally signed copy".
Ben put the CD on while Luigi phoned out for the food. Ben went over to Adam Wooten, who was sat talking to Chiara Smith:
"Adam, can I have a word please." They went into the kitchen.
"Look Adam, I wanted to say how good it is to see you again. I'm sorry I haven't phoned you for ages, but you know how it was. I was wrapped up in that awful marriage." Adam put his hand on Ben's shoulder and the kissed.
Back in the lounge, Corinne was sipping a large glass of white wine:
"In many ways I'm pleased to have a major work case to throw myself into. Otherwise it would be another Christmas of listening to my parents moaning about the state of the economy and their business problems. Not a pleasant fate". As she spoke the doorbuzzer went. Paul was standing near to the door and opened it. Kian from the Blue Angel came into the apartrment carrying a large tray of food, followed by another youth.
"Hi , We've come to deliver this order for Ben Chatham".
Ben emerged from the kitchen:
"Can someone please clear space on the table for the food. Hello Kian." Kian winked at Ben and placed the food on the table. He gestured for Ben to follow him out into the hallway:
"Will you be wanting any special services ? This is Joe by the way." Joe smiled at Ben.
"I'm sorry Kian but I'm too busy tonight unfortunately."
"Ok not to worry, see ya".
Ben went back into the apartment and started eating a greek salad.
As the rain poured down on the Cambridge street, the manhole cover was slowly raised and thrown to oneside. It pulled itself up into the street, foam dripping from its twisted mouth as it panted. It heard voices in a doorway. A young couple, out on their first date were kissing and laughing. It moved towards them fast......
..........to be continued.
Saturday, 12 December 2015
The Ben Chatham 10th Anniversary Special: "THE TWO BENS" Prologue
OK people. Its ten years since Ben Chatham first
appeared. His first ever story was the alternate "The Christmas Invasion" which
appeared at Christmas time, 2005. Its been a long journey since then. Originally
Ben became a companion to the 10th Doctor and Rose Tyler, who became
romantically attached to Ben. Later he travelled with the Doctor and Martha
Jones. Eventually Ben left the TARDIS team for his own spin off series, the
first of which was "Operation Delta". He gradually gained his own team: Corinne
Shaw, Paul Farraday, Katie Ryan, Kyle Scott, Shakey Jake and others.
Now its time to celebrate! With the 9th series of Doctor Who over its now time for the 10th anniversary Ben Chatham special. This will see Ben face his most dangerous enemy to date. Its an epic that will see not just the earth in danger, not just the universe in danger but infinite reality itself under threat. So here is the prologue:
"THE TWO BENS"
PROLOGUE
Ben Chatham sat in the corner of the downstairs bar of the Blue Angel jazz cafe in Cambridge, swirling a dry martini round and round in the glass. The lights were dim and a small jazz combo were playing "One For My Baby (And One More For the Road)". Ben knocked back the martini and gestured to the young barman to come over:
"Bring me an absinthe please Kian. And make sure that the water you use is ice cold", Ben said. He gazed longingly at the barman's pert buttocks as the latter went to prepare the drink. The barman turned round and caught Ben's stare, giving hin a coquettish smile. He slowly poured the water over the burning sugar lump and into the absinthe, then took it over to Ben.
"I hope you enjoy it. By the way, is there anything else I can do for you sir, later I mean. All the staff here provide a full service, if you catch my drift."
Ben was about to reply when Katie Ryan came flouncing through the door of the bar. She saw Ben sitting at the corner table and stormed over:
"Ben we've been looking for you everywhere. Why the hell did you leave your phone behind at the apartment. I've been round the Mermaid, the Three Gowns and Twisters. Kyle and Luigi are searching the bars by the river. You're damned irresponsible Ben."
Ben mouthed "sorry about this" silently to Kian, who tactfully withdrew, then stared at his absinthe:
"Look I'm sorry Katie, ok. I just needed some time to myself. Its coming up to Christmas and look at my life. I mean look at it really. You lot will go swanning off to see your relatives while I'm facing a choice between Christmas alone or Christmas with my boring parents, which would include my father lecturing me about my divorce. I feel completely hollow inside Katie. Life is passing me by."
"Ben we don't have time to mull over the state of your life. While you've been sitting in this dreary hole an emergency has cropped up. Paul and Corinne have called an urgent meeting . They're at the apartment now. Its serious Ben."
Ben stared at Kian, who gave him a seductive glance:
"Oh for pity's sake, can't it wait Katie? Its late. Furthermore this place is not a 'dreary hole', its a sophisticated jazz club."
Katie noticed Kian gazing at Ben:
"Hey, that barman's giving you the eye."
Ben sipped his absinthe:
"I know. The staff here provide special discreet services."
Katie snatched the absinthe out of Ben's hand glared at him:
"Ben you need to damn well pull yourself together. You need saving from yourself. Sitting here drinking yourself into a stupor and eyeing up trade like an old fruit, what the hell has happened to you? Come on."
"Ok ok. Look I need to use the gentleman's room then I'll come with you."
Ben walked through the bar, as the jazz band played "The Thrill is Gone", and through to the corridor which led to the toilets. He could hear moaning sounds from the rooms upstairs as one of the bar staff , holding a tray of drinks, followed behind Ben with a smart looking gentleman and headed up the staircase. As Ben entered the gents he felt a strange swirling sensation, as if he were falling down a steep slope. He fell to his knees and as he did so a vision appeared before him of a humanoid figure walking from one of the cubicles towards him. The figure was dark and hazy, yet it slowly became more defined. Ben was shocked to see who it was. It was Clara Oswald.
"Ben. Please don't be afraid", Clara said. Ben rubbed his hand over his eyes:
"Hey this can't be happening.... must be the absinthe. You're currently travelling through time with an immortal woman in a stolen TARDIS. The Doctor told me in his last text."
"Ben this is really happening. Look there isn't much time. I have to go as our TARDIS is locked in a cross-dimensional void interface loop. I wish I could stay longer Ben as... as I think I'm falling in love with you... I'm sorry Ben I just had to tell you this. I've never felt like this before and I've only just seen you. But I've got to tell you that you and everyone on earth is in great danger. He is coming and he won't be alone. He is prepared to risk fracturing the whole of reality and you've got to stop him. Ben you've got to stop hi.......mmmmm............"
In a whoosh Clara was dragged back into the interface loop and disappeared.
Ben staggered back into the bar and went up to Kian:
"I'd like a glass of ice cold water please".
Kian gave him a cheeky smile and handed him the water. Ben threw it over himself. He shook his head, the water flying from his luscious hair:
"Thats better. I'm refreshed. Come on Katie, we've work to do."
COMING SOON:
EPISODE ONE: REALITY IMPLODES
Now its time to celebrate! With the 9th series of Doctor Who over its now time for the 10th anniversary Ben Chatham special. This will see Ben face his most dangerous enemy to date. Its an epic that will see not just the earth in danger, not just the universe in danger but infinite reality itself under threat. So here is the prologue:
"THE TWO BENS"
PROLOGUE
Ben Chatham sat in the corner of the downstairs bar of the Blue Angel jazz cafe in Cambridge, swirling a dry martini round and round in the glass. The lights were dim and a small jazz combo were playing "One For My Baby (And One More For the Road)". Ben knocked back the martini and gestured to the young barman to come over:
"Bring me an absinthe please Kian. And make sure that the water you use is ice cold", Ben said. He gazed longingly at the barman's pert buttocks as the latter went to prepare the drink. The barman turned round and caught Ben's stare, giving hin a coquettish smile. He slowly poured the water over the burning sugar lump and into the absinthe, then took it over to Ben.
"I hope you enjoy it. By the way, is there anything else I can do for you sir, later I mean. All the staff here provide a full service, if you catch my drift."
Ben was about to reply when Katie Ryan came flouncing through the door of the bar. She saw Ben sitting at the corner table and stormed over:
"Ben we've been looking for you everywhere. Why the hell did you leave your phone behind at the apartment. I've been round the Mermaid, the Three Gowns and Twisters. Kyle and Luigi are searching the bars by the river. You're damned irresponsible Ben."
Ben mouthed "sorry about this" silently to Kian, who tactfully withdrew, then stared at his absinthe:
"Look I'm sorry Katie, ok. I just needed some time to myself. Its coming up to Christmas and look at my life. I mean look at it really. You lot will go swanning off to see your relatives while I'm facing a choice between Christmas alone or Christmas with my boring parents, which would include my father lecturing me about my divorce. I feel completely hollow inside Katie. Life is passing me by."
"Ben we don't have time to mull over the state of your life. While you've been sitting in this dreary hole an emergency has cropped up. Paul and Corinne have called an urgent meeting . They're at the apartment now. Its serious Ben."
Ben stared at Kian, who gave him a seductive glance:
"Oh for pity's sake, can't it wait Katie? Its late. Furthermore this place is not a 'dreary hole', its a sophisticated jazz club."
Katie noticed Kian gazing at Ben:
"Hey, that barman's giving you the eye."
Ben sipped his absinthe:
"I know. The staff here provide special discreet services."
Katie snatched the absinthe out of Ben's hand glared at him:
"Ben you need to damn well pull yourself together. You need saving from yourself. Sitting here drinking yourself into a stupor and eyeing up trade like an old fruit, what the hell has happened to you? Come on."
"Ok ok. Look I need to use the gentleman's room then I'll come with you."
Ben walked through the bar, as the jazz band played "The Thrill is Gone", and through to the corridor which led to the toilets. He could hear moaning sounds from the rooms upstairs as one of the bar staff , holding a tray of drinks, followed behind Ben with a smart looking gentleman and headed up the staircase. As Ben entered the gents he felt a strange swirling sensation, as if he were falling down a steep slope. He fell to his knees and as he did so a vision appeared before him of a humanoid figure walking from one of the cubicles towards him. The figure was dark and hazy, yet it slowly became more defined. Ben was shocked to see who it was. It was Clara Oswald.
"Ben. Please don't be afraid", Clara said. Ben rubbed his hand over his eyes:
"Hey this can't be happening.... must be the absinthe. You're currently travelling through time with an immortal woman in a stolen TARDIS. The Doctor told me in his last text."
"Ben this is really happening. Look there isn't much time. I have to go as our TARDIS is locked in a cross-dimensional void interface loop. I wish I could stay longer Ben as... as I think I'm falling in love with you... I'm sorry Ben I just had to tell you this. I've never felt like this before and I've only just seen you. But I've got to tell you that you and everyone on earth is in great danger. He is coming and he won't be alone. He is prepared to risk fracturing the whole of reality and you've got to stop him. Ben you've got to stop hi.......mmmmm............"
In a whoosh Clara was dragged back into the interface loop and disappeared.
Ben staggered back into the bar and went up to Kian:
"I'd like a glass of ice cold water please".
Kian gave him a cheeky smile and handed him the water. Ben threw it over himself. He shook his head, the water flying from his luscious hair:
"Thats better. I'm refreshed. Come on Katie, we've work to do."
COMING SOON:
EPISODE ONE: REALITY IMPLODES
Sunday, 8 November 2015
"THE DEVIL'S FOOTPRINTS" Part 2
Ok folks, here is the second part of this story:
"THE DEVIL'S FOOTPRINTS" Part 2
Ben and Kyle ran back into the house, where Annie was collapsed on the floor in the hallway sobbing. She had seen Scott's head explode. Ben knelt down to comfort her:
"I'm sorry that your boyfriend is dead. However you need to pull yourself together and come with us. No time for sentimentalism".
Annie screamed and sobbed some more. Ben rolled his eyes:
"Oh come on doll, you're overdoing it now. We need to get out of the house before that demonic woman arrives. *To Kyle* Kyle yank her up and follow me."
Ben strode down into the kitchen and opened the back door. Kyle helped Annie to her feet:
"Ere I'm sorry like. Ben can be a heartless ¤¤¤¤ sometimes. But we do need to get out."
They followed Ben out into the back garden, where he was staring down at the cloven footprints:
"I've had a thought. These footprints form a trail. I guess we ought to follow them." Ben followed the footprints down the litter strewn garden and towards a side gate which led out into a filthy alleyway. Ben went out into the dark alleyway which smelt of urine and damp . As he looked for traces of the footprints a middle-aged man approached him, wearing a business suit and raincoat. He looked Ben up and down:
"Oh hello. You're new here I see. Hmmm. Very nice. I'll give you £50 for an overnight stay." Ben stared at him angrily:
"How dare you. I can see that this alley is used as a cruising zone and I am pleased by your appreciation of my looks however I assure you that I am here fore other purposes. In addition, I am worth far more than £50 so kindly piss off."
The man gave a bemused scowl before turning and walking off. Ben pulled out his £5000 phone and switched on the torch append shone it around the alley. As he did so he could see the figure of an old tramp quivering in the corner. Ben approached him:
"You there. Can you tell me if you saw something animalistic in this alleyway earlier." The tramp quivered:
"What 'ere? There's animalistic goin's on all the time down 'ere so there is. But there was summat else earlier."
"What exactly?"
"Ere its cold 'ere tonight so it is. You got a wee dram 'o' whiskey?"
"No I haven't. Now tell me what you saw."
"It were 'horrible so it were. Hair all over its legs an' glowing eyes. It went through the gate into the back 'o that disused warehouse there."
The tramp pointed to another gate further down the alley. Ben strode off towards it, followed by Kyle and a still sobbing Annie.
Ben, Kyle and Annie soon found themselves standing in the grounds of a disused, corrugated iron warehouse. A group of children were guarding a bonfire with a makeshift Guy on it, amusing themselves by throwing lit sparklers at each other. Ben approached them:
"We ain't doin' nuffink mate. Ere you got any money for our Guy?"
Ben frowned:
"No I haven't. I suggest you get a paper round and...."
Ben was interrupted by a unnatural growl from within the warehouse.
"Ere Daz, its back, that thing its back", one of the children said fearfully. The first boy looked scared and ran to a box behind the bonfire, lifting out some Molotov cocktails, which he gave to Ben:
"Ere mate, you can 'ave these. We're off."
The boys ran off as another growl came from within the warehouse. Annie screamed.
"Oh for pity's sake shut her up Kyle. I'm going in there to confront this thing, whatever it is."
Ben pushed his way through a triangular hole in the corrugated wall of the building. It was pitch dark inside and there was a pungent smell of death, akin to a mixture of rotten fish and diahorrea . Suddenly a figure loomed up in the distance, with a strange red glow across its body and red eyes. It resembled the devil, with a goats legs and satanic face.
"What are you? " Ben shouted, handing the Molotov cocktails to Kyle:
"I am Ezal. The cloven one. I have risen to avenge the death of Azal. You puny humans have given us much entertainment. But now you must be cut down to size."
As he spoke the old woman and the demonic dog appeared by his side. Ezal's eyes glowed brighter.
"Now Kyle", Ben shouted. Kyle lit the Molotov cocktails with his cigarette lighter and lobbed them at Ezal. They fell next to his feet, igniting some litter within the warehouse. Ezal and the others were enveloped in flames:
"We will return... you will pay for this humans....." Ezal shouted.
"Ere I thought you liked it hot" Kyle shouted at him.
"Come on Kyle, I suggest we leave before this whole place goes up", Ben shouted, giving his charismatic smile.
Later Ben and Kyle were visiting a recovering Annie in Grantchester's private Psychiatric Hospital.
"Thank you Ben, thank you for all you've done for me. I don't think I could have got over what I saw happen to Scott without coming to this place, so thank you for paying the fees. You're an amazing guy."
"I know I am", Ben said, giving his charismatic smile.
THE END
"THE DEVIL'S FOOTPRINTS" Part 2
Ben and Kyle ran back into the house, where Annie was collapsed on the floor in the hallway sobbing. She had seen Scott's head explode. Ben knelt down to comfort her:
"I'm sorry that your boyfriend is dead. However you need to pull yourself together and come with us. No time for sentimentalism".
Annie screamed and sobbed some more. Ben rolled his eyes:
"Oh come on doll, you're overdoing it now. We need to get out of the house before that demonic woman arrives. *To Kyle* Kyle yank her up and follow me."
Ben strode down into the kitchen and opened the back door. Kyle helped Annie to her feet:
"Ere I'm sorry like. Ben can be a heartless ¤¤¤¤ sometimes. But we do need to get out."
They followed Ben out into the back garden, where he was staring down at the cloven footprints:
"I've had a thought. These footprints form a trail. I guess we ought to follow them." Ben followed the footprints down the litter strewn garden and towards a side gate which led out into a filthy alleyway. Ben went out into the dark alleyway which smelt of urine and damp . As he looked for traces of the footprints a middle-aged man approached him, wearing a business suit and raincoat. He looked Ben up and down:
"Oh hello. You're new here I see. Hmmm. Very nice. I'll give you £50 for an overnight stay." Ben stared at him angrily:
"How dare you. I can see that this alley is used as a cruising zone and I am pleased by your appreciation of my looks however I assure you that I am here fore other purposes. In addition, I am worth far more than £50 so kindly piss off."
The man gave a bemused scowl before turning and walking off. Ben pulled out his £5000 phone and switched on the torch append shone it around the alley. As he did so he could see the figure of an old tramp quivering in the corner. Ben approached him:
"You there. Can you tell me if you saw something animalistic in this alleyway earlier." The tramp quivered:
"What 'ere? There's animalistic goin's on all the time down 'ere so there is. But there was summat else earlier."
"What exactly?"
"Ere its cold 'ere tonight so it is. You got a wee dram 'o' whiskey?"
"No I haven't. Now tell me what you saw."
"It were 'horrible so it were. Hair all over its legs an' glowing eyes. It went through the gate into the back 'o that disused warehouse there."
The tramp pointed to another gate further down the alley. Ben strode off towards it, followed by Kyle and a still sobbing Annie.
Ben, Kyle and Annie soon found themselves standing in the grounds of a disused, corrugated iron warehouse. A group of children were guarding a bonfire with a makeshift Guy on it, amusing themselves by throwing lit sparklers at each other. Ben approached them:
"We ain't doin' nuffink mate. Ere you got any money for our Guy?"
Ben frowned:
"No I haven't. I suggest you get a paper round and...."
Ben was interrupted by a unnatural growl from within the warehouse.
"Ere Daz, its back, that thing its back", one of the children said fearfully. The first boy looked scared and ran to a box behind the bonfire, lifting out some Molotov cocktails, which he gave to Ben:
"Ere mate, you can 'ave these. We're off."
The boys ran off as another growl came from within the warehouse. Annie screamed.
"Oh for pity's sake shut her up Kyle. I'm going in there to confront this thing, whatever it is."
Ben pushed his way through a triangular hole in the corrugated wall of the building. It was pitch dark inside and there was a pungent smell of death, akin to a mixture of rotten fish and diahorrea . Suddenly a figure loomed up in the distance, with a strange red glow across its body and red eyes. It resembled the devil, with a goats legs and satanic face.
"What are you? " Ben shouted, handing the Molotov cocktails to Kyle:
"I am Ezal. The cloven one. I have risen to avenge the death of Azal. You puny humans have given us much entertainment. But now you must be cut down to size."
As he spoke the old woman and the demonic dog appeared by his side. Ezal's eyes glowed brighter.
"Now Kyle", Ben shouted. Kyle lit the Molotov cocktails with his cigarette lighter and lobbed them at Ezal. They fell next to his feet, igniting some litter within the warehouse. Ezal and the others were enveloped in flames:
"We will return... you will pay for this humans....." Ezal shouted.
"Ere I thought you liked it hot" Kyle shouted at him.
"Come on Kyle, I suggest we leave before this whole place goes up", Ben shouted, giving his charismatic smile.
Later Ben and Kyle were visiting a recovering Annie in Grantchester's private Psychiatric Hospital.
"Thank you Ben, thank you for all you've done for me. I don't think I could have got over what I saw happen to Scott without coming to this place, so thank you for paying the fees. You're an amazing guy."
"I know I am", Ben said, giving his charismatic smile.
THE END
Saturday, 31 October 2015
The Ben Chatham Halloween Special: "The Devil's Footprints" Part 1
Ok , here is the new Ben Chatham Halloween special, featuring RYAN HAWLEY as Ben Chatham:
"THE DEVIL'S FOOTPRINTS"
Part 1
Ben Chatham was lying languidly across his leather sofa enjoying a luxury Halloween soul cake; one of a cluster freshly delivered to Ben's apartment by Cambridge's exclusive delicatessen. He gazed across the room at Katie Ryan, who had called round to discuss Operation Delta's precarious financial situation:
"We just can't go on like this, running up a huge deficit every month", Katie moaned. Ben closed his eyes and laid his head back on the cushion:
"Katie this is so boring. As King James I once said, 'spend and God will send". As Ben spoke the phone rang. Ben let it go to the answering machine and a frightened voice echoed round the room:
"Ben... Ben Chatham, you've got to help me. My name is Scott and I'm calling from Grantchester... Gladstone Road. Its the devil.... I've seen the devil... he's walking the earth. He'll kill us all.... you've got to help us... aaaaahhhh........."
The phone went dead. Katie laughed sardonically:
"Obviously a nutter being pestered by an early trick or treater. " Ben yawned and cast aside his Daily Telegraph:
"You know what Katie, I'm going to investigate. Anything is preferable to sitting here listening to you drone on about our finances and I fancy a drive".
Later Ben and Kyle were driving through Cambridge towards Grantchester, the afternoon sun shining down:
"You know Kyle, whenever I go to Grantchester, I always think of Rupert Brooke: "..stands the church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?"
"Never 'eard of him," Kyle replied.
"You are so uncultured Kyle. So uncultured" Ben responded.
Arriving in Gladstone Road, Ben leaned out of the window of his classic car towards a woman walking a small dog:
"Excuse me madam. I don't suppose you know a guy called Scott who lives around here somewhere do you".
The woman frowned:
"Probably one of them students who live at number 9" she said coldly. Ben and Kyle drove down to number 9 and as they did so the woman turned round to look at the car. Her eyes had turned into dark black opals and the dog hissed like a snake. Ben jumped out of the car and knocked on the door of number 9. An emaciated girl of about 19 opened the door:
"Wh... Whaaat do y'y'you want" she stammered nervously:
"I'm Ben Chatham. Does a guy called Scott live here?"
"Oh God.. you've come. Scott's upstairs. He's in a bad w'w'w' way".
The girl led them upstairs to a cold, damp room with peeling wallpaper. In the corner a young man sat with his head resting on his knees shaking:
"He's.. coming.. tonight. The devil is coming for all our souls. I've seen him."
Kyle knelt down to Scott:
"Ere its ok like. We'll help you. Can you try to tell is slowly what you saw."
"It was the devil. He was here... in the back garden. Staring up at this window. He's left footprints."
Ben turned round and went downstairs, followed by the girl.
"What's your name? He shouted to her.
"A' A' A' Annie" she stammered.
"Show me these footprints please."
Annie led Ben out into a scruffy garden full of beer cans and general litter. The grass was muddy and as he looked down he saw cloven hoof prints.
"Well these could have been made by an animal. No proof of anything supernatural."
Ben went back into the house, followed by Annie:
"I must say, you look awfully thin and ill. Have you consulted a Doctor?" Ben asked.
"I'm ok. Its just I live on a diet of pot noodles and beer. Its all we can a'a'a'afford" she stammered.
"Then you need to work longer hours", Ben advised her. It was starting to get dark and Ben heard Scott screaming. He ran upstairs, where Kyle was trying to calm Scott down:
"Its coming. The dark. The dark. Halloween. He's coming for our souls. Must get to the church".
Scott ran past Ben and down the musty stairs and out the door. Ben and Kyle followed however they were shocked to see Scott suddenly stop and fall to his knees, clutching his head. The woman that they had seen earlier with the dog approached Scott from a side alley. However the dog had become a small demon on a metal chain and the woman's features had changed into those of a wizened crone. She pointed a wooden stick at Scott's head which suddenly exploded, sending blood and brain-matter flying.
"¤¤¤¤ing hell" Kyle shouted. He and Ben ran back into the house.
..............to be continued.
"THE DEVIL'S FOOTPRINTS"
Part 1
Ben Chatham was lying languidly across his leather sofa enjoying a luxury Halloween soul cake; one of a cluster freshly delivered to Ben's apartment by Cambridge's exclusive delicatessen. He gazed across the room at Katie Ryan, who had called round to discuss Operation Delta's precarious financial situation:
"We just can't go on like this, running up a huge deficit every month", Katie moaned. Ben closed his eyes and laid his head back on the cushion:
"Katie this is so boring. As King James I once said, 'spend and God will send". As Ben spoke the phone rang. Ben let it go to the answering machine and a frightened voice echoed round the room:
"Ben... Ben Chatham, you've got to help me. My name is Scott and I'm calling from Grantchester... Gladstone Road. Its the devil.... I've seen the devil... he's walking the earth. He'll kill us all.... you've got to help us... aaaaahhhh........."
The phone went dead. Katie laughed sardonically:
"Obviously a nutter being pestered by an early trick or treater. " Ben yawned and cast aside his Daily Telegraph:
"You know what Katie, I'm going to investigate. Anything is preferable to sitting here listening to you drone on about our finances and I fancy a drive".
Later Ben and Kyle were driving through Cambridge towards Grantchester, the afternoon sun shining down:
"You know Kyle, whenever I go to Grantchester, I always think of Rupert Brooke: "..stands the church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?"
"Never 'eard of him," Kyle replied.
"You are so uncultured Kyle. So uncultured" Ben responded.
Arriving in Gladstone Road, Ben leaned out of the window of his classic car towards a woman walking a small dog:
"Excuse me madam. I don't suppose you know a guy called Scott who lives around here somewhere do you".
The woman frowned:
"Probably one of them students who live at number 9" she said coldly. Ben and Kyle drove down to number 9 and as they did so the woman turned round to look at the car. Her eyes had turned into dark black opals and the dog hissed like a snake. Ben jumped out of the car and knocked on the door of number 9. An emaciated girl of about 19 opened the door:
"Wh... Whaaat do y'y'you want" she stammered nervously:
"I'm Ben Chatham. Does a guy called Scott live here?"
"Oh God.. you've come. Scott's upstairs. He's in a bad w'w'w' way".
The girl led them upstairs to a cold, damp room with peeling wallpaper. In the corner a young man sat with his head resting on his knees shaking:
"He's.. coming.. tonight. The devil is coming for all our souls. I've seen him."
Kyle knelt down to Scott:
"Ere its ok like. We'll help you. Can you try to tell is slowly what you saw."
"It was the devil. He was here... in the back garden. Staring up at this window. He's left footprints."
Ben turned round and went downstairs, followed by the girl.
"What's your name? He shouted to her.
"A' A' A' Annie" she stammered.
"Show me these footprints please."
Annie led Ben out into a scruffy garden full of beer cans and general litter. The grass was muddy and as he looked down he saw cloven hoof prints.
"Well these could have been made by an animal. No proof of anything supernatural."
Ben went back into the house, followed by Annie:
"I must say, you look awfully thin and ill. Have you consulted a Doctor?" Ben asked.
"I'm ok. Its just I live on a diet of pot noodles and beer. Its all we can a'a'a'afford" she stammered.
"Then you need to work longer hours", Ben advised her. It was starting to get dark and Ben heard Scott screaming. He ran upstairs, where Kyle was trying to calm Scott down:
"Its coming. The dark. The dark. Halloween. He's coming for our souls. Must get to the church".
Scott ran past Ben and down the musty stairs and out the door. Ben and Kyle followed however they were shocked to see Scott suddenly stop and fall to his knees, clutching his head. The woman that they had seen earlier with the dog approached Scott from a side alley. However the dog had become a small demon on a metal chain and the woman's features had changed into those of a wizened crone. She pointed a wooden stick at Scott's head which suddenly exploded, sending blood and brain-matter flying.
"¤¤¤¤ing hell" Kyle shouted. He and Ben ran back into the house.
..............to be continued.
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